"E-ended up in hell?... Fine." Saya mutters, not sure if he was being literal in his use of literally, but people did literally use literally in the wrong context... Literally?
Saya shakes her head at the stupid thoughts manifesting, "Your girlfriend here took charge of an expedition into Saarthal after Tolfdir and the Arch-Mage decided to look into it once it'd been dug up."
...
"And...?" Michael asks, knowing that shit would've hit the fan if they'd found the Eye.
"And what? You never told us what was actually inside there. Tolfdir has almost been living there yet he hasn't found anything of interest, aside from a few jars with historical significance, or at least, that's what he says." Saya shrugs.
Michael lets out a breath, "Thank fuck for that... Did you guys find anything while you were down there?... Any... Jewelry?" he inquires, knowing that a certain amulet was the key to progress further into the ruins.
Megumin shrugs her shoulders, "Just some rings... Ah, didn't you find a necklace?" she asks, looking to Tiffania who nods.
"I did. It was hanging on a trapped wall, I got it out with some elemental manipulation. It's hidden in my room in the College."
"Good. Alright, we at least that didn't go wrong... Anyway, I guess it's time to talk about what I've been doing..." he pauses as everyone leans forward in attention. "Might as well get the worst of it behind us... Charlotte killed me." he states, causing everyone's eyes to widen.
"W-what!?" Maria exclaims while everyone else has similar reactions.
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It takes a while for everyone to calm down, but Michael eventually manages to explain the events that'd occurred. From Hircine forcing him into the Hunt, to his death at Charlotte's hands, to his rebirth in Dagon's realm, and finally to his escape.
The girls were all in disbelief at this, and only Tiffania initially believed him she too had died and been reborn due to Michael and her mother's ring.
Maria was in tears after hearing about her daughter and her actions in the Hunt. She'd left the room not long through the explanation, wanting some time alone to process everything.
"Sorry, but none of this explains what happened to your appearance..." Saya says, gesturing to his physical changes.
"Well, I may or may not have gotten some help from a dragon..." he trails off, unsure how to explain it all without revealing the whole truth of the Book of Demigods.
Surprisingly, they aren't too surprised by this. "Oh, another dragon?" Megumin says.
"Yeah-no... Wait what?" he asks, confused at her words.
"Ah, you haven't heard about it yet, have you? The people in Rorikstead all claim to have seen a dragon fly overhead. A big black one that flew from the peak of the Throat of the World."
...
...
"You... You sure it wasn't just Illococoo or something." he pauses, "Has anyone received word from Helgen?"
Illococoo pouts, "I've been good! I haven't flown around in so long!"
"And no, there's been nothing from or about Helgen." Saya states.
Michael nods, now knowing that not everyone is aware of the dragon's return yet. Alduin flying around means that Helgen was destroyed however... And that the Dragonborn was now in Skyrim... "Wait, why are there stone towers being built around the place?" he asks, if the dragons were still just rumoured then why build them?
"Jarl Korir is standing with Ulfric, and now that Torygg is dead the Empire is coming with full force... Winterhold needed 'some' defence." Saya says.
"Huh, alright." he taps the table a couple of times in thought, "It's getting late, you guys go get some sleep. I'll go deal with Saarthal in the morning." he says, prompting them all to leave, Illococoo headed for where Maria should be.
When it was only Tiffania and Michael left, the elf looks him over, "Are you going to be okay? I know you left some things out about your time in Oblivion..."
"I'm fine. Let me just get some proper sleep and I'll be as good as new." he says, having not mentioned the fact that he'd been tortured to death a hundred or so times.
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The next day Michael was up early, retrieving the Saarthal amulet from Tiffania and heading directly for the ruins, intent on recovering the eye and completing his Spire.
Utilising Cloak and Dagger to max efficiency, he invisibly slinks through the ruins until he finds the caged off area where the necklace would usually reside. He Blinks through the bars, puts on the necklace, and blasts the now glowing wall apart, revealing a path to the eye.
He steps into the room when everything around the place feezes, a ghostly person appearing at the side of the room. "Stranger, you have..." the robed ghost trails off, unable to see anyone... "Er, hello?"
...
Michael silently snickers at the confused Psijic Monk, apparently bypassing space and time was easy in the face of finding one invisible guy... The monk continues to dumbly stand around, occasionally asking if anyone was there until his spell ended, causing him to disappear.
With that issue sorted, Michael blasts a nearby coffin open, revealing a hidden entrance. "Time to grab me an eye."
After killing many Draugr, frostbite spiders, and even more Draugr, Michael eventually makes it to a large hall with the magically glowing Eye of Magnus in the centre of it, brilliantly glowing with the sparkling blue of intense ambient magicka. Before that however, he needed to deal with the large, incredibly pissed off-looking Draugr who was now staring straight at him...
"A shame you guys lack souls, I bet you'd have made a good meal..." he says semi-jokingly before being forced to dodge the undead's Thu'um and arsenal of Destruction magic.
What ensued couldn't really be called a 'fight', even if the Draugr was completely immune and unkillable due to the protection of the eye, a single blast from the Staff of Magnus turned it inside out before it crumbled to dust.
Michael blows the end of the staff as if he was in an old western. "Now that's what I call a 'Staph invection'... No, that's crap... Now that's what I call my 'Magnus-Opus!'... Ugh, I fucked this up."
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With all the enemies cleared, Michael could finally focus on dealing with the Eye. Currently, the massive orb was just silently floating in the middle of the room, far too big to move via traditional means. He planned to get Tiffania's help in creating a Teleportation Gate big enough to move it to the Spire, but he first wanted to see if he could do anything to it with the staff...
If that retard Ancano could figure out how to use it without the Staff of Magnus then surely he could too... First, all he needed to do was blast the thing with the sta-"Holy shit!"
Once the beam strikes the orb a massive magically shockwave is unleashed, echoing throughout the room but somehow ignoring Michael entirely. The segmented pieces making up the orbs surface separate and revolve around the thing like a massive puzzle.
Unsure what the fuck he was doing, he just pictured the thing shrinking down and continued shooting at it... And somehow that worked! The orb shifted into itself one segment at a time until it was the size of a yoga ball... An incredibly powerful yoga ball that glowed an almost blinding blue light.
"Alright..." he mutters while walking around the orb, occasionally prodding it with things to make sure it wouldn't detonate as he touched it. Once he was 'somewhat sure' he wouldn't die, he picks the weightless orb up under his arm and quickly makes his way out of the ruins... Could he use Dimension Gate? Sure, but touching this thing with foreign magic just seemed like a stupid idea.
Cloak and Dagger for some reason didn't work in its vicinity, but he could cover the orb in some fabric to stop it from attracting too much attention. Though, the Eredar could obviously sense the massive magical energy being produced by it... Indeed, he wouldn't be surprised if everyone in Winterhold who had a basic magical education could feel it.
It wouldn't matter though as once he was into the newly built doors of his tower he was safe. He clambered down to the basement and quickly shoved the Eye of Magnus into the vacant area in the middle of the room. The room flooded with magic, but he needed to insert the 'control' to fully integrate it into the hundreds of thousands of Aetherium symbols, runes, and ebony wiring.
He allows the Eye to return to its original size and stabs the Staff of Magnus into the hole below the eye that'd been specifically designed for it. "I dub this tower 'The Eye of the World!'." he exclaims while hysterically laughing, wondering if the tower would explode or not.
*SHOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!*
Then, the world turned blue.
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Jarl Korir was taking his son Assur for a walk around Winterhold, finding pride in how the city was steadily becoming great again. The Eredar were far better than he expected, proving to be valuable members of the community and firmly cementing them as citizens of the Hold. Even the more 'stubborn' Nords couldn't help but say good things about them as there was literally nothing bad yet... Aside from their 'unnatural' appearance if you wanted to be picky.
Now if he could just find a way to gain control of that damned Colle-
*SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
The world was suddenly bathed in bright blue light, Korir grabs his son tightly and looks around, noting that the light originated from Michael Tahlin's now huge tower. Originally it just looked like a rather ornate, grey-stone tower that was bigger than the now destroyed statue of Azura... Now however each surface of the structure was lined with fantastically glowing blue symbols, not only that, the very top of the tower was unleashing a huge cloud of blue particles into the sky, that was now spreading and covering everything like a shield against the heavens.
"Father! What is that!?" his son exclaims, but Korir didn't have any answers...
"I don't know..." he mutters, glancing around and spotting Eredar and other mages dropping to their knees in what looked like both disbelief and worship. He needed to speak with Michael, or that elf girl of his to find out just what the hell was happening!
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Similar reactions were happening all over, not only Skyrim, but the rest of Tamriel as well. The wave of blue light flashed across the sky of each Province, reinforcing the usually invisible Veil of Akatosh before going transparent again.
Mages all over the world were going crazy at what was occurring, the amount of magicka required for this phenomenon was so large that even giving a rough estimate stumped the greatest mages.
The biggest reaction by far however that of the Daedric Princes... The Veil of Akatosh that was designed to keep them from influencing Nirn had been strengthened to such a degree that any attempt to influence anything, from mortals, creatures, or objects was quite literally impossible.
The only thing that allowed them a saying at all was the presence of the artifacts which remained in Tamriel. Though, their ability to influence those wielding said artifacts had been massively reduced.
Most were infuriated that this had occurred, primarily, Mehrunes Dagon, Molag Bal, Mephala, Namira, and Hermaeus Mora. Who were each heavily invested in the ongoing of Tamriel. Indeed, for someone like Hermaeus Mora who could not create knowledge himself, he and his realm were essentially crippled, destined for stagnation.
Molag Bal and Mehrunes Dagon were pissed for obvious reasons. They would stand literally no chance in invading Tamriel anymore. Even if the entirety of Tamriel started worshipping them and tried to summon them, they'd still fail...
Some were happy about this, Azura, Meridia, Nocturnal, and Sheogorath...?
Azura and Meridia were grateful that their mortal followers would no longer be influenced by other more dangerous Daedra, the latter celebrating the fact that most Conjuration magic was now useless, primarily Necromancy due to lesser Daedra being required to cast it. Though, this wouldn't completely stop it due to some spells and techniques utilising the original soul of the corpse...
The Prince most unhappy however was Clavicus Vile...
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