"FUS. RO. DAH!" the undead shouts, blasting Surtr head over foot and causing him to slam into the Word Wall behind the group.
"Holy shit! The thing can use the Thu'um!?" Shakeesh exclaims, horrified due to the many legends he'd heard of the ancient Nord power.
"Don't think about it and attack!" Jackle exclaims, rushing forward with her axes, attacking the now recovered Draugr, who slams her first strike aside with its one-handed ebony axe.
Her second axe hits it in the side of the head but does little to no damage against its ebony helmet. Not to mention it couldn't be knocked out due to being undead. It opens its mouth to shout against, but has its head pulled back hard by Shakeesh, who'd grabbed a hold of the large horns sprouting from its helmet.
"RaaaAaaaaugghkk!" the undead screeches, attempting to reach back and grab Shakeesh, only to be stabbed in its vulnerable side by his curved sword.
Jackle then cuts the arm holding the ebony sword off, allowing the duo to begin whittling it. They sever its limbs via the gaps in its armour, then proceed to beat, stab, and slash it until the light in its eyes vanishes.
The two stand above it breathing heavily, looking down at the undead that caused far more trouble than it had any right to.
"Hah... S-since when did these things use the Thu'um!?... hah..."
"Ha... Who cares... Next time let's just aim for the mouth... Wait, is Surtr alright?" Jackle mutters, prompting them both to look over towards where their ally had fallen.
Surtr was writhing in pain at the bottom of the Word Wall, in pain but seemingly alive...
"Hey, you awake?" Shakeesh asks after a moment of watching the injured man, "Hey Surtr!" he asks again, prodding the man with his foot.
"UUughh... Fuck off..."
Jackle shrugs, "Get up and I'll give you this potion... It ain't milk but it'll probably work for you." she jokes and pours the potion into his mouth since he didn't seem to want to move anywhere.
Once he's recovered, the group open the chest and finds an abundance of things, among them being the Dragonstone, a large stone slab with symbols carved into it.
"That crack-pot mage better pay well for this..." Surtr mutters while storing it in his bag.
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Michael returns to the Eye of the World, only to find a group of people outside its front door making a commotion.
"Did you forget what I told everyone!? That I'd start throwing people off of the cliff?" Michael angrily asks as he looks over the group.
They appeared to be Apprentices from the College, which creates the new question of why they'd taken so long to come if they had an issue with the Spire...
"Master Phinis, are you with them?" Michael asks the Conjuration Master while pointing a thumb at the other angry mages.
He shakes his head, "While I can't say that I'm happy with my life's work being made redundant. Any reasonable person would agree that it's probably for the best. No, I've been trying to talk them out of... This..."
"We don't need 'talking out' of anything, Master!" one Apprentice grouses before looking at Michael, "You will allow us to practise Conjuration again! We can't allow a whole school of magic to be lost because of your fears!" the Breton states.
Michael glowers at him, Blinking forwards and grabbing his jaw in a tight hold. "Fears...? You're telling me you don't fear the Daedric Princes?" he asks while letting go, allowing the Breton to stumble backwards with fright on his face.
They must've known of his strength since it was hard not to hear of his exploits, but it seems that these idiots disregarded those facts.
"No! Why would! Why would I fear that which I could control!?"
...
"Hahahahahaha!" Michael burst out laughing before looking toward Phinis, "Did you teach this retard? Why the fuck does he think he could 'control' a Daedric Prince!?"
Phinis scratches his cheek, "Ah, yes... They may have misinterpreted my words, 'Manipulating or persuading a Prince is possible'..." he admits.
"I'm just acting as I was taught, 'Master'. I won't let you hold us back!"
"Hold you back... Do you want to die so badly?" Michael asks, "Because I can send you directly to Molag Bal to get your body and soul raped if you'd like."
...
"Yeah, that's what I thought... Stop lying to yourself and piss off away from my home. And find a new school to practise, you're only an Apprentice and you're acting like I've hurt you worse than Master Phinis here."
...
The Apprentices still look ready to argue, stubbornly standing their ground.
Michael nods, "Okay, if that won't convince you..." he trails off as he walks over to the Breton, picks him up, and throws him off of the cliff with full force.
The Apprentice screams as he plummets to the ground below, his body crashing against the stone roof of one of the Eredar buildings and bursting like a ripe grape, spraying blood over the nearby snow.
"M-Michael... Was that really necessary?" Phinis utters in shock, not having believed Michael's earlier threat.
Michael ignores him and looks to the other Apprentices, "Five. Four. Three." he stops when all the Apprentices flee in terror down the snow steps, leaving him and Phinis alone on the plateau.
"Yeah, it was. I doubt the Jarl will care, other than asking someone to scrape his corpse from the roof. I did warn everyone after all." he shrugs, "Is there anything else, or...?"
Phinis shakes his head, "Perhaps farming would suit me more than this..." he mutters as he leaves, allowing Michael to enter the Spire.
Tiffania greets him as he ascends the stairs, "Michael, I've I've almost cooked some food, do you want some?"
He nods, "Er, did you know what was happening outside?"
"Outside?"
He shakes his head, "Nevermind..." he says, inwardly promising to install a proximity ward or something along those lines.
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Michael and Tiffania had been spending some time in Whiterun lately, he played it off as them having some private time away from their responsibilities in Winterhold, but in reality, Michael just wanted to wait for the Dragonborn to arrive.
Fortunately, after the third day of relaxing, Michael spotted a group of three walking along the road from the window of the inn. Jackle, Shakeesh, and a large Nord with short brown hair and a steadily growing beard.
"Ah, wait here Tiff, I need to speak to someone." he says as he stands and leaves.
"Jackle, Shakeesh! How're you two doing! Haven't seen you in ages!" Michael greets as casually as he can, walking forward and clapping the two Companions on their shoulders.
Jackle hits him in the stomach in response and they laugh it off. Shakeesh isn't so blatant or relaxed, but this was probably due to how he and Michael's relationship was... Even if they were 'friends' neither could forget the fact that he tried to steal from Michael... At least, Shakeesh couldn't...
"Tahlin, didn't think you'd be in Whiterun, don't you live over in Winterhold nowadays?" Jackle asks.
Michael nods, "Yeah, but, Whiterun's got a charm the other cities seem to lack."
The duo sagely nod their head, as if he'd said something profound... "Ah, this is Surtr, we were hired to escort him to Bleak Falls Barrow and back." Shakeesh says while gesturing at the Nord who seems to jump as the attention is drawn to him.
"I-... D-do you remember me, Michael?" Surtr anxiously asks, which is very awkward considering his rather intimidating height, armour, and overall appearance... Acting like a shy school girl definitely wasn't normal.
...
"Er, no?" Michael utters, unsure how to react to the strange atmosphere.
Surtr steps forward, "Back in Falkreath, you saved me from bandits when I left to make a life in Cyrodil." he states.
Ah, the kid who 'wanted to be like him', or something like that... Man, he felt kind of jealous at how big he'd gotten so fast. Michael's growth was slow and steady, but this guy shot up like a beansprout.
"I remember. I see you found your fortune in Cyrodil?" he asks, finding it strange that he'd met the Dragonborn way before canon had even started... Indeed, he'd seemingly had an influence on Surtr's development as well.
Surtr shakes his head, "No fortune, but I learned a lot during my time there. I always intended to come home though, and it seems I was needed with the dragons returning..."
Shakeesh nods, "We heard legends of them even in Hammerfell... I'm unsure why the dragons seemed to stay in Skyrim... Perhaps they just like the mountains?"
"This reunion is great and all, but we have a job to hand in... Important business or whatever." Jackle says as she sends a pointed look to Surtr, "I don't know about you two, but I wanted to clean myself of blood and rest..."
Surtr nods in agreement before looking at Michael, "We'll go and report to the Jarl, but... Could we spar, is possible? I've always wanted to test myself against you... To know where I stand." he earnestly asks.
"Sure, meet me at the Companion training ground..." he glances to Jackle, "I'm still considered a Companion right?"
"Yes, but don't count on staying, all the beds have been taken up by 'To-be dragon slayers'." Jackle chuckles.
"G-great! I look forward to it!" Surtr says, grabbing a hold of the Companion duo and dragging them up to Dragonsreach with fervour.
...
"Partner, steer clear of that one. Sounds like he wants to be the sheath to your sword." Derflinger remarks from his hip.
"Nice one, but, gross."
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Michael makes his way to Jorrvaskr and greets the other Companions while he waited for Surtr to arrive. To be honest, he was very interested to see where he would rank in comparison to the Dragonborn, who'd previously been a weak child not three years earlier.
While there, a few Companions, both new and old challenged him to fight, wanting to test him to see if he matched is fame... Even without the use of his Gandalfr runes, he thoroughly thrashed them. His swordsmanship as drastically improved last he was here, tempered in battle against thousands if not tens of thousands of enemies.
If he used his runes his swordsmanship would rank at Master tier, though, he wasn't sure if there were things above this. His swordsmanship was still 'basic' after all, so perhaps he'd have to find someone to learn more advanced things from?
Regardless, that combined with his ridiculous strength and speed allowed him to easily crush any of the Companions. Even those enhanced by their Werewolf physiques weren't even close to matching him.
This was how Surtr, Jackle, and Shakeesh found him, leaning on a wooden sword with half of the Companions splayed out on the ground, having been defeated despite all coming at once.
"Yo, you done what you needed to do?" Michael casually greets them while prodding his sore opponents with his foot to encourage them to get out of the training field.
Surtr nods, "Uh... We did, took longer than I'd like thanks to some woman the mage was insistent on talking to..."
"Grab a sword then... Are you ready?" he asks as Surtr grabs a two-handed wooden sword and nervously stands opposite him.
The fight begins and... Michael was got disappointed fairly quickly, while not weak, Surtr was far less than he'd expected. The Nord had strength in abundance and was as skilled or maybe more so than most of the Companions... Still, it wasn't on the level of 'legend' yet. He did seem to be steadily improving as the bout continued however, as if Surtr was a sponge constantly absorbing skill and experience.
The spar ends with Michael smacking the side of Surtr's blade with the back of his hand, shattering and splintering the wood while resting his own sword on the Nord's neck. "Good fight."
Surtr nods with not a little worship in his eyes, "You were playing with me... H-how did you get so s strong?" he asks, bringing forth some deja vu from Michael.
"You asked me this before, and I'll give you the same answer. Some people have it, some people don't, just take all the opportunities you can and hopefully you'll reach where you want."
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