Capítulo 555: Middling
Once everyone had settled, they began to explore the digital world of Skyrim from the eyes of the 'Dragonborn', needless to say, it was pretty funny to run into people you actually knew... Especially so for the College of Winterhold and Companions...
"Huh, I don't know why but I expected the College to be collapsed already." Saya remarks.
"To be fair, Megumin was probably the one who destabilised the foundations to begin with... You don't use explosion magic around a place like that..." Michael adds.
"Hmph! That elf guy deserved it!"
"Well, you can kill him a second time in game if you play through the Winterhold questline."
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"Soooo... We're the Arch-Mage of the College after doing what, three fetch quests?" Saya drawls, shocked at the truly low standards of promotion. Not to mention the fact that their character was still incredibly low level and barely able to cast Adept level spells... "An Arch-Mage who should still be attending basic lectures... This game is dumb."
Michael shrugs, "Would you argue against the guy who has the overpowered as shit staff that defeated a guy with infinite magicka?"
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"I guess not..."
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"This is Surtr's journey? I hope the game is dumbing it down because it seems too easy for the 'Jesus' of Tamriel..." Saya mumbles as they kill yet another dragon.
"The act of absorbing souls isn't just to purchase extra shouts, I think he'd be even more broken than our character. Think about it, the guy's absorbing ALL of the memories and understanding of the slain dragon..."
"Which has centuries of knowledge and experience..." Saya shakes her head, "Let's just hope he doesn't go off the deep end and become a 'Demon Dragon King' or something dumb."
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The day ends and the group finally turn off the game, deciding not to play anything as they'd gotten their fill of potentially prophetic events.
Just as everyone was getting into bed however, they all hear the unlocking of the front door... It opens and in steps Michael's parents, one above-average-looking blonde women, and one average-looking brunette guy with a protruding gut.
"Lillith! We're home!"
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"Lillith?" Samantha asks as she'd expected their daughter to barrel towards them as usual.
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The parents look over and spot the entire group standing next to the hallway leading to the bedrooms...
"W-who are you!? How did yo get into our house!? What've you done with our daughter!?" Bill angrily exclaims as he steps towards the kitchen to grab a knife... Only to drop to the floor unconscious by an Erase spell, courtesy of Michael.
"WHA-"*Thud!* Samantha next drops, leaving both asleep on the floor and missing their most recent memories.
"B-bro! What the hell!?" Lillith almost shrieks.
He shrugs, "As far as I'm concerned, I'm as dead to them as they are to me. I don't want any sort of relationship with them other than as a dead son..." he says, walking over and tossing them both onto the couch... No way was he giving up his and Tiffania's bed for these people, even if it was technically their bed in the first place.
"B-but..." she trails off, unsure of what to say.
"Are you sure, Michael? These are your parents..." Tiffania questions.
He nods, "I'm sure. I know it seems a bit, much, but I honestly don't want anything to do with them. Alright?"
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"Alright..."
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The group spends a week milling about the place, exploring different parts of Britain with Lillith... Her bully no longer dared to even speak to her, so her school life was improving much.
They were all say around the T.V eating takeaway when a news story pops up, drawing all their attention.
"Conflicts in the Middle East have come to a complete halt due to mysterious massacres occurring in the region. Sources say a 'Shadow', infiltrated their camps and butchered everyone holding a weapon...
The U.S President made his suspicions of a secret foreign super weapon known, while all other powers have unilateral denied such capabilities. A true explanation has not yet been found, but we have an expert on Advanced Technological Warefare to illuminate the situation to us... Hello, Tom? Can you tell us your thoughts about these mysterious events?"
"Well, first off, my name isn't Tom, it's Alex. And second, it's those god-damned aliens! Beaming down from their butt-hole ships and interfering in human conflicts like the 'GODS' they pretend to be! YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! I KNOW YOU'RE WATCHING YOU CATTLE STEALING EGG-HEADS!" the man roars towards the camera, sending spit and spittle flying everywhere.
"AND DON'T THINK I FORGOT WHAT YOU'RE PUTTING IN THE WATER! TURNING FRIGGAN FROGS GA-"
"Ooo-kay, thanks for your thoughts, Tom!" the news presented says, abruptly cutting the 'expert' off, "In other unrelated stories, the U.S and other Western countries are experiencing massive Oil shortages!"
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"Michael..." Saya utters as the entire group stares at him, well aware that he was probably responsible for this.
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"What? I just took a trip and fixed some problems... That's all!"
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He shakes his head, "Alright, since we're on the 'judging' stage of this, I think it's time for us to go back to Tamriel..." he says, changing the subject.
"What? So soon bro?" Lillith asks, upset at the prospect of him leaving.
He nods while grinning at the change in atmosphere, "Don't worry though, we'll come back to visit. It won't be for ever... It's just that there's a bunch of shit that we're basically ignoring by being here... You know, dragons..."
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"Can I come?" she asks.
He shakes his head, "Sorry, but I'm not taking you to Tamriel until Alduin is dead. I'm not going to risk your safety on Surtr's ability to meet his destiny..."
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"I hate you!" she exclaims, running to her bedroom to sulk.
Tiffania sighs, "I'll speak with her... Just try not to start or end any more wars, Michael. I might not be familiar with this world, but I know your actions have probably just made things worse..." she says before leaving.
Saya nods in agreement with her, "She's right... The West still needs oil, and without any conflicts to help extract it they'll have to find another way... They'll probably just invade these countries without all the subterfuge they're doing now..."
Michael shrugs, "At least now everyone can see the blatant corruption and self-interest. The people of the West will know that it's nothing but greed that leads to children getting bombed..."
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Capítulo 556: Imposters/Imposters
*SHHhhhhhkkkK!*
On the island of Solstheim in the middle of an ashen field, a line opens up in midair, tracing around slowly to form a door... A Dimension Gate.
"GET THROUGH! QUICKLY!" a voice shouts as it completely opens, allowing many men and women to run through it as flames lick at their heels.
A luxuriously yet slightly scorched blue-haired man runs through, followed by a tall pink-haired girl who slams the Dimension Gate shut behind them, just a monstrous dragon's head approaches as if trying to follow them through.
"YOU WILL NOT PASS, BEAST!" Louise de La Valliere shouts as she flicks her wand, shutting the magical entrance before the creature could cause any harm... Once closed, she drops onto her back and breathes a long sigh of relief, along with everyone else they'd managed to bring with them.
"Hah... I have to say, girl, you have exceeded my expectation of your talent... Hah..." Joseph de Gallia, former King of the former country, Gallia remarks. "How you figured out to follow your... Former-Familiar's trail here is a marvel of magic..."
Louise sniffs in derision, "At least he served one use, other than making my life hell."
"My King..." Loutiel, the white-haired storm mage quietly asks, drawing their attention.
"What, slave?" Joseph grouses, following Loutiel's eyes towards the land around them, finally taking note to where they'd ended up. "What manner of place is this...?"
"Did we end up near a volcano?" Louise mutters.
Loutiel shakes his head in thought, "I've seen a place like this before, it's similar to an Eastern 'Hot Spring'... He casts a weak cooling spell on himself, "I doubt any would find much use for it considering the sun of this place..."
"So what are our plans then? My only thoughts were to escape that world-ending dragon..." Joseph admits, not having planned anything else out. To be honest, he expected their venture to fail and lead to the death of everyone involved.
"My only goal is revenge. I want to find my familiar and make him suffer." Louise growls, memories of everyone she'd lost because of him flashing through her mind.
Joseph nods, "If that's what you want, we'll support you... I suspect he'll be far more powerful now that he'd had time to grow... He was a force of nature with relatively little training from what I've heard..." he glances around, "Let's search this place for civilisation and begin work on colonising it, if we cannot beat the False-Familiar alone then let us use an army-"
"Wait... Do you hear that?" Louise stops him and looks up with her ears twitching...
"Bo... Stin... Mu...." a voice whispers on the wind, barely audible to Louise and no one else...
"Do you hear that?... Someone's trying to speak to us..." she asks, raising the brows of a few listening.
"No. What do you hear?" Joseph questions.
Louise shakes her head, "I'm not sure... It's not a language I know but, I think... It wants us to come to it..." she looks off in a direction, "That way..." she says, following the voice while everyone else hurries along behind her, unwilling to leave the person that'd brought them salvation.
They journey for a couple miles until they stumble across a strange ruin, pillars with strange inscriptions were positioned in a circular formation, surrounding a singular glowing statue of some strange creature...
*BO... STIN... MU...." the voice, now louder, growls in Louise' ears.
"I don't know what that means." she questions with squinted glare.
"Miss Valliere, perhaps we should be wary of exploring this foreign magic... This world is unlike our own, magic flows freely, inhabiting everything. We should be cautious of whatever you're hearing..." Loutiel warns.
Louise shakes her head, "I think, it means no harm..." she tilts her head to the side, "It wants to, help...?"
"Miss Valliere-"
"It wants me to free it..." she wonders aloud, "It was halfway there, but something stopped it... Only I can help it now..."
"Miss Valliere!" Joseph exclaims, grabbing the girl's shoulder and freeing her from the trance. "We should leave, this place is dangerous!"
Louise nods, "It is but, I believe this might be the key to our worries. This being doesn't feel hostile, I believe freeing it would be the best course of action..."
"A-are you mad? We've just entered this world and you seek to deal with unknown beings!?" Joseph exclaims with wide eyes.
Louise brushes off the former-king's hand, "This is what I've decided. I will assist this being, if you wish to help and seek fortune you may, if not, leave and try your luck on your own."
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"Fine, we'll dabble with beings unknown, let us see if your gamble is a boon, or dooms us all." Joseph says with folded arms before looking to his subjects that'd survived the catastrophe, "All of you! Let us make this new land our own! Harvest wood, stone, and any other resources nearby! LET US WITNESS THE BIRTH OF THE KINGDOM OF HALKEGINIA!"
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Elsewhere, Miraak watches with keen attention, the arrival of these foreign beings had sparked hope within him... Foreign beings had sealed his prison, so it was only fate that foreign beings would too, free him.
His magics weren't able to completely influence the pink-haired girl, but it was enough to push her towards his will. She was the key to his lock, he felt it in his bones, his soul.
With Hermaeus Mora all but catatonic from the separation of Oblivion and Nirn, he was more confident than ever that his freshly made plans would succeed. The Return of the Dragons only made it more apparent that his return was fated, he would lead an army of mortals and dragons to claim Tamriel, it was his birth-given right as the First mortal child of Akatosh, the first Dragonborn.
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