"Partner, is that what I think it is? Because we can always just leave and come back later." Derflinger speaks up, obviously referring to the coffin which most likely held another powerful undead.
Michael just shrugs in response, "Yeah, we could..." he says as he summons the Book of Heroes and puts one point into Dragon Slave, using one of the level ups he'd earned from slaying the Draugr's earlier. "But then again, we might just earn another suit of ebony armour from it. Plus, I doubt Illu will leave without being dragged away from that Word Wall first..."
Illococoo nods at this, and Tiffania speaks up unsurely, "Is it really that dangerous? The others were not that strong...?"
Derflinger scoffs, "Picture this then, this guy getting thrown around like a chew toy and only beating it by getting lucky!"
"I did have to fight a Vampire just before that though, with these two here I think it'll be a cinch."
...
He taps Derflinger's pommel, "Stop moping and get ready... At least this time we'll have the first hit. Tiff, cover the coffin in ash, Illu try to strike at its legs." he says and they nod, readying their respective wands... Well, wand and stick, Illococoo only held up a piece of wood out of habit, to not draw attention back in Halkeginia when she cast magic wandlessly.
Tiffania casts Ash Wall, covering the coffin as Michael approaches, and once he's a couple meters away from it, the coffin's stone lid is thrown away by the Draugr Deathlord. It stands, but immediately starts roaring as the hot ash burns away at it, its glowing blue eyes being the first to take damage.
Blinded, pained, and angry, it begins randomly swinging its ebony greatsword towards Michael as it stumbles out of the ash cloud. This world's undead may be able to see life itself, but they still require their eyes to operate... This was the main reason they could be snuck upon, even if it was terribly difficult.
Just as the Draugr Deathlord exits the fog, a couple wind blades are fired at its legs by Illococoo. Unfortunately, they simply dissipate as soon as they collide against the ebony armour coating it, the metal being incredibly resistant to both physical trauma as well as magical.
"MID. VUR.-" the Draugr starts but is interrupted as Michael jabs his hand towards it. "Dragon Slave!" he exclaims, a fire manifests behind him and coalesces into the shape of a diving dragon, it leaps towards the Draugr and passes through it, burning everything it touches.
Flames linger on the now scorched stone floor from the effects of the spell, it'd continued past the Draugr and crashed into the wall, dissipating as it turned a small portion of it into molten slag. The Draugr wasn't doing much better, its ebony armour was holding up well, but the gaps in it that most Nordic designs had allowed the flames to lick at its flesh. Not bad for a Rank 1 spell!
Still, despite its Dragon Shout only being partly complete, it still went into effect... Its burnt-out eyes were covered with a faint glow, and the scorched Draugr turns its head towards Michael.
"Partner, move!" Derflinger exclaims, remembering what'd happened last time. Michael didn't need to be told twice either, Blinking out of the way just as the Draugr shouts "FO. KRAH. DIIN!", causing a wave of frost magic to blow over where he'd previously stood.
Just after it makes it shout however, Tiffania casts a large combustion spell while Illococoo boosts its range by carrying it on the wind. The spell crashes into the undead, throwing it onto its side as the thing squirms to try and rid itself of the flames.
"Shock! Shock! Shock!" Michael presses, spamming Ether Shock onto its downed form, causing it to spasm as its body is burned further. With the thing being unable to stand, and the trio continually launching spells at it, it soon expires, hot embers floating from the gaps in its armour.
Michael gives it a nudge with his food before nodding and brushes dust from his hands, "See? Easy enough. Didn't even have to use you this time." he says, but the sword decides to stay silent, more to avoid being used a skinning knife than anything else.
With that done, Michael goes around the room one last time to check for traps before letting the girls go and investigate. There was a large Nordic chest behind the Word Wall, but that could wait until he'd pried the ebony armour off of the Draugr corpse.
Medresi comes down eventually to check on them, her demeanour seeming far more restrained than before. Her near-death must've shocked her more than they'd thought.
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Eventually, Michael, Tiffania and Medresi were gathered around the treasure chest, Illococoo being absent as she uses a quill, ink, and parchment to copy the dragon language from the Word Wall.
"Alright, remember what I said, I get first pick." he states, and Medresi just numbly nods, knowing that she didn't really have a say in the matter.
With that, he pries open the ancient chest and grins when he finds it filled to the brim with treasure. Thousands of ancient Nord gold coins with many gems and jewellery interspersed between them, along with some larger, more valuable items sitting atop the pile. Something he and Medresi could identify, but others? Well, not so much.
7000 gold coins
20000 gold worth of gems and jewellery
2 grand soul gems(Not sure if they were filled or not)
4 black soul gems(He hoped they weren't filled...)
1 Transmute Mineral Ore Scroll
1 Scroll of Water Breathing
1 Scroll of Courage
1 Alteration Spell Tome: Candlelight
1 Alteration Spell Tome: Telekenisis
1 Restoration Spell Tome: Grand Healing
1 Draught of Strength
1 Potion of Resist Frost
3 Potion of Minor Healing
2 Ebony Daggers
4 Rolls of Grey Fabric (Neither Medresi nor Michael could tell what it was actually made out of)
+ Ebony Greatsword and Armour he'd looted from the Draugr Deathlord
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All in all, it was a very good haul, though, he was slightly sceptical on whether or not the potions would be edible or effective considering just how long they'd been buried here. Did potions last thousands of years? He doubted it, but he'd get an Alchemist to check nonetheless. Tiffania said it should be fine, but, he'd rather trust the word of an expert than someone who'd just started dabbling in the art... No offence meant of course.
As for how they'd split the treasure? Well, Medresi only wanted the gold and gems, so they gave just over half of the immediate wealth to her while Michael and the others took the weapons, potions, spell scrolls and tomes, and the rolls of fabric.
Michael stored all of it in his inventory and went to check on Illococoo, finding her having almost finished transcribing the Word Wall on many parchments of paper. She was making extra effort to get each word right, as one mistake could ruin a great amount of progress with the language. If only he'd remembered to store the coal that Vampire was using, she wouldn't need to go through all this effort...
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The group convenes outside the entrance of the dungeon, everyone looking no worse for wear aside from Medresi. Michael had offered to carry her loot for her, but she refused, leaving her to lug around the rather huge sack of gold and jewellery.
Illococoo goes to tell the tale of their 'adventure' to Charlotte while Michael and Tiffanai start preparing tents for the night. If all went well, they'd reach Riften by tomorrow.
"E-excuse me... Would it be too much of a bother to ask that you take me with you? I-... Didn't think there would be so much treasure, I don't think I'd make it back while carrying all of this."
Michael shrugs, "Sure, as long as you show us around Riften when we get there. I'm sure a treasure hunter like yourself knows the 'less-than-public' establishments." he says, wanting to see if the black market would have anything interesting to buy...
She agrees, and goes back to her own tent that'd been set up while the miners were here. Leaving Michael's group to converse among themselves. He brings out the Spell Tomes they'd found and passes them around for them to look at, leaving himself with Grand Healing. He wasn't sure how they actually worked, in the game you'd just 'consume' it and learn the spell, but he doubted that was the case here.
He opens it and is immediately greeted by the spells name, explanation, theory, and potential uses. Along with the history of it and the person who'd initially developed it. Was this really needed? He didn't think so, but maybe this information helped the reader understand the process of casting it?
Unfortunately, most of what was in the book went right over his head. The diagrams, mana movement, and incantations was just gibberish to him. He compared it to the Candlelight Spell Tome and quickly understood that it was the difference between a Novice spell and an Expert spell.
Regardless, it was a good find, and he hoped to be able to actually learn it once they started their studies in the college... The others were also interested in them as well, though, Illococoo slightly less so as she buried her nose in the parchments of transcribed dragon speech.
Soon enough though it was time for sleep, for the others at least. He laid next to a clinging Tiffania and retrieved the Book of Heroes, beginning his nightly training sessions with his teachers.
Two hours and five minutes later, he'd finished. Meditating with Rhasta, Knife work with Riki, and getting the shit kicked out of him by Slark... But there was one last Spirit that he hadn't addressed yet. Anti-Mage. Well, Anti-Mages.
He wasn't sure how they'd receive him, the situation concerning the Book of Heroes was definitely magical, and since they were technically imprisoned, he doubted the magic-hating duo would have kind words for him.
He thinks about it for a couple minutes before deciding to just come clean with them, explain the situation and see what they wanted to do from there... There wasn't really anything he could do for them, aside from gift them items, then again, warrior monks were known for their materialistic greed...
Shaking his head, he opens the book and focuses on the picture of the female Anti-Mage meditating while the older, original male one watched from the side. As if sensing his intentions, the book slowly started to actualize it, turning the ink into reality.
After a few moments, the duo was alive. The female hadn't seemed to notice anything, but the man with crossed arms frowns suddenly, glancing around as if he'd sensed something amiss. They were inside their temple currently, so they hadn't noticed Michael giant face replacing the sun yet...
Regardless, he takes a deep breath then pushes his consciousness into the book, his form manifesting next to the female Anti-Mage. She doesn't notice, too enthralled in her training, but the male does...
"Wei!" he exclaims, his feet moving in the familiar, yet extremely efficient pattern to use Blink. His hands already gripping his glowing blue moon-like blades. He's so quick that Michael wouldn't be able to respond as his head gets cut. Lucky for him, he'd already prepared for such a reaction.
He Blinks onto the other side of the room, his hands quickly reaching for the sky in the universal sign for surrender, "Wait! I mean you no harm!" he shouts, causing both Anti-Mage's to look at him in confusion.
...
"Master, did you take another Disciple before me?" the girl, apparently called 'Wei', asks with a frown, "Because that looked distinctly like a Turstarkuri technique..."
Anti-Mage shakes his head, "I am sure that none of the monastery escaped the Dead Gods clutches. Even so, it was I that modified their teachings for battle... You, are you one of that damnable Grand Magus' students?" he asks, no, demands while pointing his strange weapon at Michael.
Was he talking about Rubick? "Er, not exactly... I think I've got a lot to explain... If you'd let me?"
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