Kapitel 524: Half of Twilight
Saeko and the Companions had been busy away from the Civil War, scouring Silver Hand fortresses in search of the Shards of Wuuthrad. The Silver Hand had actually thought that placing the shards in many different locations would aid in keeping them... A mistake considering that the Companions almost had enough to reconstruct the axe.
They'd recovered more shards than they'd originally had, making this conflict more than beneficially for the guild.
The Silver Hand themselves were in panic mode, they'd never expected to lose so much ground so quickly. Even their Thalmor ally turned out to be useless, especially as they were also at a loss due to the destruction of a large portion of the Aldmeri Dominion navy.
The Aldmeri Dominion held their people in Skyrim partially responsible for the destruction of the fleet simply due to them not warning their leaders of the presence of incredibly powerful ghost ships...
Regardless, the Companions search would soon come to an end as they approached the last Silver Hand fortress, one where Krev the Skinner was supposedly hiding.
Saeko and the Companions kneel behind a treeline overlooking the Silverhand base, they'd already picked out the vulnerable spots, targets, and less than enthusiastic guards.
"So, are you all going to go..." Saeko pauses, circling her own face with a finger, "Wolf mode, this time?"
Aela nods, "Of course, when else would we get the opportunity... Regular folks wouldn't understand it, the feeling of the hunt... The excitement..." she says with a misty look in her eye.
"There's nothing like it." Skjor adds in agreement.
Vilkas shakes his head, "You're right, there's nothing like wanting the taste of blood at all times of the day... Stop promoting our curse to our friend, or I'll have Kodlak speak with you once we return to Whiterun."
"He didn't seem to care when we had Shakeesh join us." Aela sourly remarks.
"Maybe because it was already too late to stop it? You two may enjoy our 'condition', by pulling others into it without telling them everything is the worst thing you can do." Vilkas grouses, the topic clearly angering him.
Aela sniffs, "A true hunter would appreciate it for what it is. More strength, more speed, more vitality, immunity to poison and disease, and the ability to shift into a stronger form."
"And damning yourself to Hircine's realm, along with the neverending lust for blood and battle." Vilkas dismissively adds.
As they argue, Saeko listens in with interest, finding herself drawn towards the 'curse'... Her only real weakness now was her mortal body, any increase to her strength would drastically improve her combat abilities... Strength and speed were like base numbers and her techniques multiplications for those...
She shakes her head, deciding to think on it more later, "Quiet, we're about to invade a heavily armoured fortress if you've forgotten?"
Aela bites her retort, "Aye... We already know the plan, let's kill this 'Skinner' and recover the rest of the shards." she says, her body steaming as she morphs into her Werewolf form.
Vilkas sighs, "Let's just get it over with..."
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Thirty minutes later :
"Hahaha! You damn dogs think you can come here into my fortress, kill my people, and get out of it alive!?" Krev the Skinner exclaims as Saeko and the other Companions charge into the large hall.
The place was decorated from floor to ceiling in Werewolf pelts, it wasn't as horrific as say, human skin, but it was still disturbing enough with how it was present... Most of the pelts hadn't been cleaned properly, leaving them half-rotten and stinking like old carcasses.
The black stains made it apparent that the crazy Nord hadn't even waited for his prey to die before skinning them. Which would explain why some were so messily done, a squirming Werewolf wasn't a calm portrait...
Krev points to Saeko with a mad gleam in his eye, "And you, wolf-fucker, will serve as my bed warmer until you brea-"
*Slash!*
*Thud!*
*Clink.*
Saeko sheathes her sword, ignoring the fearful looks from the other Silver Hand members who hadn't expected their leader to be cut down in an instant. "Why is every Silver Hand wanting to assault me..." she mutters in exasperation.
"Because you're good meat." Aela in her Werewolf form states with a chuff.
...
Saeko shakes her head and slams her fist into the face of a sneaking Silver Hand member, knocking him out cold. "You guys can deal with the rest of them, I'll find the shards."
Everyone gets to work at their respective duties, Saeko eventually finding the shards hidden in a rotting Werewolf carcass in the fortress' prison, while the others eradicate any remaining member of the accursed Werewolf hunters.
Surprisingly, they do find a peculiar trio trying to make a break for the back exit of the fort... Thalmor.
"Wait, wait, wait! We had nothing to do with anything and no one! Leave us be and you'll never see us again, I swear it on my mother's soul!" one of the hooded men exclaims as Saeko closes in on them.
"'Nothing to do with no one' is a double negative, which means you had something to do with someone... Either you have a poor grasp of the language, you're stupid, or fear's made you so." she remarks as she approaches. "So which is it?"
...
"We're stupid?"
"Right answer, but not the one I'm looking for." she coldly says, flicking her blade out and cutting the legs off of the men. She then grabs a nearby torch and cauterizes the wounds... One of them dies from shock, but the other two live yet... Unfortunately for them.
She glances over her shoulder at Vilkas who was observing things, "Do we have room in Jorrvaskr for a prisoner?"
Vilkas nods, "Aye, I'm sure Kodlak wouldn't disagree with it either."
She smiles, "Good."
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Kapitel 525: Rescue...s
The Thalmor Embassy, the big ass villa situated atop a mountain West of Solitude which was filled to the brim with ass holes, scum, criminals, and the origin of so many war crimes that naming them would turn your soul black... At least, that's how Michael felt about the place.
He'd followed the scent of blood all the way here while tracking Umnii... Once he'd passed Morthal he wasn't at all surprised that this was the location where she was being held. Without Northwatch Keep to imprison dissenters, the Thalmor were forced to use their own turf.
Worst of all, it was technically legal for them to do so... The Embassy was Aldermeri Dominion territory, so the elves had free reign to do as they wished within its borders... Of course, kidnapping innocent civilians could prove an obstacle to this, but since the Imperials were fighting against the Stormcloak, they couldn't be fucked to actually do their jobs and enforce the law.
With all the feasts and parties thrown by the Thalmor Ambassador Elenwen, he was pretty certain that most Solitude nobles knew what was going on here... It's just that no one dared to do anything about it.
Fortunately, Nords had begun taking a stance against this... Once news of the invasion of Winterhold had made the rounds, along with the appearance of the Thalmor navy, Jarl Igmund of Markarth made the decision to become neutral in this war.
Michael could have had him join the Stormcloaks with the favours the man owed him, but he'd rather not become 'active'... While he was a threat to the Imperials and Thalmor, right now they were more interested in his property than his personal abilities and political pull.
Regardless, he may have to take a stance if his attempts at sneaking into the embassy today failed. He was pretty confident in himself, but who knew what tricks the Thalmor had set up.
Before that though, he checks his status for the Nth time after the battle, nodding to himself at his progress.
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Name : Michael Tahlin
Rank : Demigod
Stats :
Strength : 178 > 190
Agility : 356.2 > 365.4
Intelligence : 245.7 > 257.3
Birthsign : The Mage
Bloodline : Human/Winter Wyvern Hybrid
Familiar : Darth, Dark Monolith Parasite
Abilities :
[Dead God...?] (142) : Allows user to Respawn when killed, suppresses emotions based on number of deaths, makes dead things more receptive to user. Grants more powers and abilities the more deaths the user experiences.
[Spirit Summoner] (Rank 1) : User is able to summon his Spirits, number and duration of summons is determined by Intelligence, Death Affinity, and strength of the summoned Spirit. Can only Summon Spirits a Rank lower than the user.
[Spark of Divinity] (Rank 0.0004 > 0.0008) : On the cusp of greatness.
[The Mage] : Enables user to learn all magic-based skills 20% faster.
[Gandalfr] : Enables user to utilise any weapon at two ranks above their current proficiency while granting them the knowledge necessary to use them. While wielding a weapon, temporarily gain +100% in all stats.
[Vanntalfdir] : Enables user to walk on liquids as if they were solid surfaces, can be activated at will but continuously drains mana to function.
[Wynningbaldr] : Allows user to detect break-points and use mana to exploit them.
[Gift-Blood of Auroth] : The Life-Blood of Auroth the Winter Wyvern inhabits the user granting them the abilities she possessed. Massively increased Ice Affinity, increased Strength and Durability, improved Eye-sight, Ice Breath Attack, and the Will of Auroth.
[Language Comprehension] : Enables user to understand all spoken tongues, and increase the rate of which they learn reading and writing.
[Adept Mana Manipulation] > [Expert Mana Manipulation] : Allows user more control over his magic, spells, and some abilities. Mana efficiency and control of power is increased.
[Pain Immunity] : Allows user to shut off or mute his sense of pain at will.
[Expert basic Swordsmanship(Two handed swords/One handed swords)] : Determines how skilful the user is when handling swords.
[Adept basic Dagger techniques(Single edge, curved, straight, double edge.)] : Determines how skilful the user is when handling daggers.
[Desensitized] : Things of a violent or shocking nature fail to draw a reaction like they used to. Emotions are dulled somewhat and user is more easily able to think and rationalize in high stress situations.
Affinities :
[Death Affinity], [Water Affinity], [Fire Affinity], [Lesser Space Affinity], [Lesser Darkness Affinity], [Supreme Ice Affinity]
Spirits :
Commoner Tier :
Shadow Shaman : Lvl MAX
Slark : Lvl MAX
Riki : Lvl MAX
Hero Tier :
Anti-Mage : Lvl MAX
Lina : Lvl MAX
Winter Wyvern : Lvl MAX
Legend Tier :
Rubick : Lvl MAX
Silencer : Lvl MAX
Kunkka : Lvl MAX
Demigod Tier :
Shadow Fiend Lvl 9 > 14
Magic :
Tamrielic
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Spirit : Shadow Fiend
Level : 9 > 14
Abilities :
Subsume Soul (Rank 4) : Allows user to devour a soul in his possession, granting some attributes it originally possessed. The chance of gaining anything from a soul is determined by the soul's strength and the ability's Rank.
Shadow Raze (Rank 2) : Calls forth a blast of demonic energy to harm targets in an area, can be cast thrice in quick succession but only at varying distances. Enemies hit by multiple Shadow Raze's will take bonus damage.
Necromastery (Rank 4) : Allows user to steal the souls of those he kills, stored souls grant an increase in Strength when held up to a limit determined by user's intelligence and ability rank. User loses all stored souls when killed.
Presence of the Dark Lord (Rank 1) : User's presence now causes enemies' armour and defences to be weaker, the enemies themselves will find themselves less durable than before.
Requiem of Souls (Rank 2) : User utilises his stored souls to cast a demonic explosion that damages, slows, reduces magical resistance, and terrorizes enemies when struck. Requiem of Souls will automatically be cast when user dies.
Souls :
Mortal Souls : 127 > 432
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He'd collected quite a lot of souls from the battle, but he'd decided not to subsume them all yet. To be honest, he just wanted to know what a thousand soul count Requiem of Souls would look like... Would it be a nuclear blast of darkness or some shit?... What would happen if he powered it with a dragon soul?
These questions could be answered when he found an adequate target.
Additionally, his levelling progress was annoying low... Would he need to go farming in another world to progress at an acceptable pace every time? He'd fought against an army and only gained five levels... Even if he'd personally slaughtered them all instead of allowing his laser to do it he still wouldn't have Maxed his Shadow Fiend out.
Whatever. Now that Winterhold was protected by his weapon of mass destruction, even the dragons wouldn't dare get too close. He'd look into hopping worlds once he got Umnii back and got his prisoner Keo properly talking.
Employing all of his stealth abilities made sneaking into the Embassy fairly easy. Unlike the game, it was far more heavily guarded than shown... Though, this was probably due to all the trouble he'd caused the Thalmor... Would this affect the Dragonborn? Probably?... He couldn't really find the effort to care though.
"What do you think of the prisoner they brought in?"
"The blue one? Freakish. Should just wipe them all out if you ask me, Daedra Spawn is what they are."
"Hmm... I don't know, think Captain would notice if I snuck into the prisoner's cell for a bit?"
The Thalmor huffs, "Yes... I doubt even you'd want a go with the prisoner now though. I could hear her screams even from the locked basement..."
"Ah, you know me... Any hole is an adequate goal, so long as they left her alive I'd be fine... Eve then..."
"You're sick you know that Akeid? H-Have you been on that beast-shit Skooma again!?"
"Hey, don't knock it til you-" the Altmer is cut off as Michael makes his move, slitting both of their throats and stealing the keychain from the one not addicted to Skooma. He probably didn't need to kill them but, if given the choice not to? Well, this was the result.
Moving on, he quickly makes it to the basement where the prisoners were being held, spotting Umnii strapped to a heavy oak table in the centre with a pale Altmer standing over her with a cleaver in hand and other butchery equipment at the side.
"S-s-s-stop... Please..." Umnii pitifully utters, no physical injuries aside from her severed neck tendrils that her torturer was eying curiously.
"Tell me, creature. What function do these... Things, serve?" he asks but Umnii just pitifully whimpers in response.
...
"You will answer my question, or I'll hack off that disgusting tail of yours as well."
"... T-they, help me sense... Things..."
The Altmer raises his cleaver, "Things? Specify, if you would." he grouses.
"M-agic... They help us sense magic..."
"Aha? Do they now? Fascinating... Perhaps I should have left them on for further testing?... Oh well, I'm sure I'll have more test subjects in future."
"Yeah... I don't think so." Michael drawls from the balcony above the room.
"W-who!?" the Altmer exclaims as he spots Michael, gripping his cleaver tightly.
"M-Michael..." Umnii mutters while breathing out a sigh of relief, as if all her problems had just faded away at his presence.
"Sorry I didn't get here fast enough, Umnii. How about we make this guy pay tenfold for what he's done/"
She gives a weak nod from the table, her eyes turning to glare at the Altmer as he shrivels in the face of an actual threat.
"M-Michael Tahlin...? T-take her! I don't even want her anymore! You have my full permission, I swear!"
Michael nods, hopping down to the floor and walking over to him, "Your permission? Wow, what an honour." he says before grabbing his neck and throwing him onto the nearby dissection table, strapping him in tightly as the man had done to Umnii.
"Alright Umnii, since he cut off something of yours, what should we cut from him?" he asks while carefully helping the Eredar girl up.
At his question, her face morphs from despairing into one of agonizing over thoughts of sadistic revenge. "I-... I can think of something-... Somethings." she says while grabbing a short scalpel-like blade.
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