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Chapitre 451: Booos Fight?

"I AM TAHNAR! GENERAL UNDER MEHRUNES DAGON! AND I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU HERE WITH THE REST OF MY SLAIN KIN!"

"Uh huh, hey didn't like, twenty other people say that as well? Your 'kin' aren't very good at keeping promises..."

"RAAAAAARGGGHH!"

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Mehrunes Dagon growls under his breath as he observes the battle, clearly, his warriors were far less effective than he'd thought... That, or the World-Hopper was far stronger than he had any right to be.

Perhaps he should have stuck with his 'torture until insanity or compliance plan? Vaermina, despite being an insufferable hag, maybe had a point with his last Champion Silus, who'd been so mentally weak that controlling him was laughably easy.

He thought that having the mortal hunted by all the denizens of his realm would eventually bring him to heel. There was only so much a creature could take before finally succumbing after all, but it seems that he'd miscalculated... The World-Hopper was actually enjoying himself as he slaughtered his slaves.

His original intention was still in effect... Utilise the victories garnered by the mortal to corrupt him, use his rebellion against his rightful owner to gain a firmer grasp on his soul, and manipulate his ambition into a position where serving, temporarily or not, would be the favoured option.

The only probably was how long this would take, and how many of his own slaves would die to bring it to fruition... What point was there to gain a path to Tamriel if he had no army left, or an army that was far too weak to overcome the opposition it would encounter?

This left the Daedric Prince in a bind... The World-Hopper was far more valuable than any other being he possessed, and while he could seemingly resurrect himself at will, Dagon couldn't risk losing such a valuable asset doing something drastic, especially after the large failure...

He wanted to just personally torture the mortal until he gave in, unlike Silus who he'd had tortured by his servants. He knew that such actions could only end in a few ways, some of which would ruin whatever value the mortal had.

He couldn't utilise his ability to traverse realms unabated by the Dragon's barrier if he was insane or brain-dead.

Dagon was also baffled by the mortal's seeming infinite amount of energy and life force, along with the strange magic he wielded. He'd only seen a few magic users do something as ridiculous as conjuring an entire ghost ship, and they were already long dead, legends for the mortals to quibble over the details.

He huffs to himself as he observes his General, Tahnar, get bisected after the mortal teleports behind him. "PATHETIC." he grouses while opening his hand, revealing the soul of Tahnar on his palm.

"M.y-...Lo.rd...."

"YOU HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME, MONGREL."

"N.O-.... PL.EASE..." Tahnar begs, his voice distorted as he tries to force his mind to work despite his recent death.

Mehrunes Dagon's expression doesn't even twitch as he clenches his hand, destroying the soul and storing the essence elsewhere, possibly to be used to create an artifact of some worth... Though, he'd probably need to sacrifice more souls to make anything useful.

He looks back to Michael and finally, a single brow raises in disbelief, as he sees the mortal sitting next to a burning corpse while roasting a Daedroth's leg, showing no reticence to eating a formerly humanoid creature.

"HMM." with that he decides to wait and see how long it'll take until the mortal start showing the effects of his time in the Deadlands... If there's no progress, he'd take matters into his own hands. Literally.

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Michael chews on the roasted leg of the Daedroth, thinking about the strange sensation that'd hit him immediately after the battle... He'd felt something similar yet weaker the first few groups of Daedra he'd slain, but just thought of it as some side effect of Auroth's gift... That or just phantom pains from the torture he'd suffered under the magma...

Now however it was plainly obvious. A niggling sensation that scratched at his mind, as if trying to find a crack, or a way leading within.

His mental defences aided him in both discovering this and defending against it, so he felt that he'd be fine for now. But his real issue was just how long that'd still be the case. Would he be fine a week later? Or god forbid, a year, if he failed to escape by that time?

He didn't know, so his feelings of apprehension and worry for the future had sent him into contemplation. The EXP he was gathering would soon allow him to max out his Kunkka Spirit, so he was hoping the next tier would provide an answer to his situation. That, or give him something to stave off whatever was affecting him.

Michael had to admit that the thought of just killing himself, or allowing himself to die was a seductive one... How many times would he have to die to get more powerful than Dagon? It didn't suggest that there was any limit to the amount of power he could gather...

He quickly strikes down such thoughts while shaking his head however, knowing that such a line of thinking would send him down a spiral he probably wouldn't recover from.

On the issue of this 'feeling' that was encroaching on his mind, there was an obvious 'solution' if you could call it that. Since it only really came up when he wins a battle, he could just flee from every confrontation.

Avoid every fight until he or one of his friends figures out a way to get him out of this hell hole?

Yeah, no. He didn't think his pride would let him do that, plus, the levelling opportunities were hard to miss.

"Fuck it, where's the next fortress? I'm committing fuckin' genocide today!" Michael exclaims while tossing the half-eaten leg to the floor and summoning the Ghost Ship again.


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Chapitre 452: Unintended Consequences

It's been a couple days since the Blood Moon had ended, forcing Tiffania and the others to be far more active now that Michael was absent. They'd have to take control of all the projects he had working until he came back... Which he would, eventually... Hopefully?

The biggest issue they'd encountered thus far was Tolfdir and the College's newfound interest in the Saarthal ruins. Apparently, a scavenging apothecary had found the expedition force that'd been hired by Michael, the news hadn't immediately been revealed but a couple days later, Tolfdir and the Arch-Mage had started looking into it.

Tiffania, Illococoo, and Saya had basically blocked them from getting anywhere near it for now, primarily due to their 'civil' relationship with both men, but eventually, they'd decide to ignore them and attend it.

The ruins had been completely uncovered at this point, the conjured creatures having expedited it massively. Michael probably hadn't expected to be unable to attend to it once it was done, leaving the girls to handle it.

"Ah, miss Tiffania, I've been meaning to talk with you about a subject dear to both of us." Tolfdir asks as he spots the half-elf making her way to the Arcaenaem.

She lets out a quiet sigh and turns around after fixing her expression, "This is about Saarthal again, isn't it, Professor?"

He smiles semi-obliviously, aware that they didn't want him going through the historic ruins but not why that is. "Indeed it is, I was quite disappointed when Michael warned us of a threat lying in wait in the ruins, but to think he'd make efforts to uncover it anyway... One might think he was hiding something, no?"

"I wouldn't know what he was thinking at the time, but I believe he wished to expel the threat before it could harm anyone. As an adventurer famous for solving problems, it would fit his character." she says neutrally.

Tolfdir nods, "As I and Savos had assumed, but with his unfortunate absence and the ruin now being uncovered, I believe it would serve us well to take proactive measures to assure that nothing untoward happens. Wouldn't you agree?"

Tiffania pauses, trying to find a way to reject his words but coming up short. He was right, if the circumstance was as they said it is, then his assertions would be the most sensible.

Fortunately, she was saved by someone who'd just exited the library. "Ah, Tiffania-san, I believe we were going to iron out our plans to take care of Saarthal? The Eredar are ready and just waiting on us."

Tolfdir crooks a furry brow, "Oh? So you have already made plans then? Could I and some of my colleagues accompany you then? I believe our knowledge may come in handy, I myself have gathered a rather extensive range of knowledge concerning old nordic crypts, along with some detailing Saarthal in particular."

Saya quickly shakes her head, "Sorry, Professor, but no. We've already acquired the aid of some other mages, I'm sure we could give you a tour of the crypt once we are done however?"

"Well, there's a saying in Skyrim, 'The more the merrier', I'm sure some extra hands wouldn't be harmful?"

"Actually, they would if they belonged to anyone in this College. Our friends are ex-members who... Departed this place on bad terms, your involvement may just lose us their support, along with the gold we've already paid them." Saya explains. To Tiffania it was obvious she was making this all up, they hadn't said a word of exploring the place considering how important Michael had made it seem in his plans... She didn't want to mess with anything until he came back, but it seemed that such things couldn't wait.

"Hmm, well, there's always next time!... If you require any aid from the College, don't be afraid to let me know. While our relationship with Michael might have soured at young Megumin's actions, I, and no doubt Savos, still think of him well."

Tiffania nods, "I'm sure... Thank you for your trouble, we promise to let the College explore the ruins once we're done with it." she adds to hopefully stop anyone from getting too antsy about the terms.

"We'll eagerly await word. Now, I have a lecture to prepare for, perhaps I'll see you two there? This will be the first time in a while I discuss the applications of Alteration magic in concert with Enchanting." he smiles, "Perhaps you could take note for Michael? I remember him being interested in Enchanting before his departure."

Tiffania gives a slight bow as the thought actually hadn't struck her, "Thank you, I'll remember to do so."

With that, the Master left, leaving Tiffania and Saya standing in the hallway with tired expressions.

"Well... Look like we're taking the Eredar into Saarthal then... Did Michael ever tell you why that place was so important anyway?"

Tiffania gives a tentative nod, "I know... Bits, he's never given his full plans but I think I know what's down there at least." she says, not revealing it for fear of someone listening in.

"Good, then we'll do Michael's job for him. Let's see his face when he gets back and we've already gotten all the loot."

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Ulfric Stormcloak and his entourage make their way up the path leading to Solitude, their eyes skimming along the decimated area where the battle between Mudcrab and Man had taken place. He'd already spread out many hidden forces to prepare for what was to come, if it actually came to that... Ulfric honestly hoped it wouldn't, but he had no faith of Torygg left, nor of the Empire who'd continually failed Skyrim and her people.

He and the others received glares from the Solitude guards as they passed, the Civil War had been put on hold to discuss the latest Daedric movement, in which Torygg had granted him and his men temporary amnesty until they could get everything resolved.

Should any harm come to any Stormcloak or Ulfric himself without just cause, it would be placed solely on Torygg's honour. A failure such as that would basically prevent him from holding his position of King if the rest of Skyrim was made aware of it.

Ulfric didn't fear for himself or his men. He knew Torygg had honour enough to give them safety, even in enemy territory... The only thing left to do now was to actually talk to Torygg, try and solve this war before any external threats could rear their ugly heads.


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