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Chapitre 508: Haste Makes Waste

Elsewhere in High Hrothgar :

"Focus, Dragonborn. You must harness your spirit, your knowledge, your will, and exert it within your voice..." Arngeir says as he stands over a meditating Surtr.

"I don't understand. You keep saying 'harness your spirit', but what does that even mean? It feels like you're asking me to work a muscle I don't have!" Surtr exclaims, getting frustrated by his lack of progress...

He'd come here to learn what being the 'Dragonborn' entailed, but all he'd learned thus far had been proper meditation stance, a few breathing techniques, and that's about it. These monks had been trying to indoctrinate him into their 'Way of the Voice', but as far as he was concerned, his voice was his to use however he pleased... Why should he limit himself to their weak and cowardly ideas? Ulfric didn't, and he wouldn't either... Not that he'd speak on his opinion yet, he still had much to learn from them, damned ideals or not.

"We aren't teaching you how to mindlessly destroy, Dragonborn, we are teaching you to harness your birth-given talents and find balance. The Thu'um and everything it entails will come later, once you have mastered the basics." Arngeir says with his hands folded in his sleeves.

...

"Alduin's return. I am fated to fight him. Do you not wish to survive? Because meditating doesn't help me! Nor does it help the countless innocents that have been burned so far! I cannot continue at this pace, unlike you and the other Greybeards!"

...

"You are right in that, I suppose. Hmm..." Arngeir sighs, "Fine, let us expedite the process, you may learn the intricacies of the Way of the Voice later in your studies, once the world is safe." he says, stepping to the side and speaking a powerful word at the floor, causing it to be engraved as a glowing rune.

"This, is part of my knowledge of the word, Ro, meaning balance. Explaining it to you is pointless, as you will learn as I did once you acquire it. This, combined with the word you already know, Fus, will empower your shout... The Thu'um is the language of the world, you speak and it is so. However, combining words without fully understanding the implications can produce chaotic and sometimes self-destructive effects. For now, I advise you to stay within the preapproved words, to save you from turning yourself inside out, or accidentally destroying a city... As Dragonborn, you need to be far more careful than we did when we were learning." Arngeir explains.

Surtr nods, getting to his feet and looking down at the glowing rune, his eyes glazing over as Arngeir's memories and understanding of 'Balance' was etched into his mind. To be honest, this was far easier on him than absorbing the dragon soul, primarily because the source was fundamentally mortal. He could understand Arngeir's point of view far better than that of the immortal dragons.

With this new knowledge, he could see why Arngeir was fearful of increasing the rate of his learning too quickly. Balance is required in all things, otherwise you risk harming yourself or others in pursuit of what you lack... Despite this however, Surtr's own newfound arrogance and self-assurance trumped the wisdom of Arngeir.

There was also his own mortal wants to acknowledge... The flower that'd bloomed in his chest for the purple-haired Sword-Singer that'd been swept up by his saviour, Michael Tahlin. He was conflicted, angry, irritated... Envious.

Thus, he would seek power, gain what he lacked, and eventually match and surpass his saviour. Maybe once he'd accomplished that, he wouldn't be so easily dismissed by her. After all, it was the heroes who got the women, everyone else would have to make way...

"Now, channel your will and shout. Use what you've learned to speak the Unrelenting Force shout, one that will part your enemies and clear a pathway forwards." Arngeir says, placing a hand on Surtr's shoulder and turning him to look down the hall.

"FUS RO!" he shouts and a shockwave is released from his mouth, it strikes against the floor, doing no damage, but with the way dust dropped from the roof, it was certainly powerful enough.

The Dragonborn grins, "Good. What's next?"

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Michael soon left Kunkka's world after a long and rather informative chat. He and the Admiral got on quite well, despite Kunkka's attempts to hide his depression. He may act all cheery, but the man was halfway to sticking a musket in his mouth and pulling the trigger.

He blamed himself for what happened to his fleet, his regrets combined with his ancestral magic actually being the thing that birthed his ability to use the Ghost Ship. While Michael couldn't solve the man's problems, he reassured him the best he could. With the added promise of sailing the seas again in the future.

The Thalmor fleet coming from the Summerset Isles would be Kunkka's debut, and Michael was looking forward to showing everyone who was the real power in Tamriel. There was also the fact that both he and Kunkka could summon an independent Ghost Ship for themselves, meaning they'd be able to use two Ghost Ships at once if they planned it correctly.

Michael stands from where he was sitting on cliff's edge, taking the empty bottle of Mount Gay Rum that'd he'd acquired from the zombie world. "It's been nice talking to you, Admiral. Sometimes it feels like I've either got everything on my plate, or nothing at all... There's no real in-between nowadays, especially when compared to years ago..." he says, remembering his troubles when he first appeared in Halkeginia.

"Aye, and thanks for the rum, queer name it might have, but the warmth in the belly argue for it! I'll be waiting here to set sail, let those 'Thalmor' get what's coming!" the man cheerfully says.

Michael nods, tossing the man another bottle of rum as a parting gift, "To jolly cooperation, Admiral." he grins before leaving, leaving the chuckling Admiral on the cliffside.

Kunkka looks to the ocean before him, "Looks like we're back in action lads! Let's see if you've lost your touch over the years!" he says with only a gentle breeze replying to him.


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Chapitre 509: Companion-less

Saeko enters Jorrvaskr and comes across the surprisingly dour atmosphere, each Companion present looking as if a close family member had just died. She shifts the collar on her ebonthread Kimono as she walks inside and approaches the closest person, someone she hadn't met before. "Hello? Is Aela here? I receive a letter." she bluntly asks, ignoring the man's slow response.

"Aye? I think so? She'd be downstairs with Kodlak and the others..." he shrugs and begins solemnly nursing his drink again.

...

"What happened? You're all acting like the sky is falling." she questions with a raised brow.

The man doesn't even look at her, instead simply gesturing his arm at the far wall where the shards of Wuuthrad are... Or would usually be, right now it was empty... "Someone stole the shards!? How!?" she all but exclaims, this wasn't just a simple case of theft, to the Companions this was akin to heresy of the worst kind.

The only thing comparable would be a Mehrunes Dagon worshipper having Mehrunes Razor stolen right under his nose... Ysgramor was a legendary hero, one whose story every Nord knew of by heart. Losing one of the only things that remained of him was a huge blow, and even the newly joined Companions could feel it.

The forlorn Companions slumps his shoulders, "No idea... One moment the Shards are here, the next, they're not... Go ask the others, they might have an idea of what's going on... The rest of us though? In the dark."

...

Saeko nods and hurries down to the basement, she opens the door to Kodlak's room and finds Kodlak, Skjor, Aela, Farkas, Vilkas, and Shakeesh all sitting around pausing their discussion upon her entry.

"Saeko, you've come." Aela remarks, standing up and greeting her with a spartan handshake. "Sit, we have much to discuss."

Saeko glances around the room, "Is there a reason it's just us? Why not discuss this with the rest of the Guild?"

Kodlak sighs, "Some things can't be readily spoken about. This, is one of them... The only reason you're here as opposed to waiting in the hall is because of your friendship with Michael Tahlin."

...

Thoroughly confused now, she looks to Aela for confirmation.

Aela folds her arms, "You've heard it from the others no doubt, the theft of the shards of Wuuthread. It wasn't common thievery, no thug could steal them under our watch..."

"Not to mention the coincidence of the Thalmor leaving the city almost immediately after it happened." Vilkas adds with a scowl.

"So, the Thalmor are responsible then?" she asks, remembering the slaughter at Northwatch Keep that she and Michael had performed very recently... Was this a retaliation for that?

Kodlak shakes his head, "Not quite... You see, they had help from a group that is far older than myself... The Silver Hand."

"Silver Hand?"

"In simple terms, Werewolf hunters." Aela states.

...

"Werewolves? And what do they, or any of this have to do with Michael?" she questions, not even seeing the dots, let alone the connections between them.

...

Kodlak looks to Shakeesh, who'd been silent throughout the conversation, "It seems as though our friend knows how to keep a secret... Alas, it's too late for regrets. Saeko, the Companion's Inner Circle are all Werewolves, Hircine's hounds. Shakeesh here knows of it, having learnt it from the mouth of a Thalmor alongside Michael in Markarth."

Shakeesh nods, "It was a shock, despite the one who uttered it dying, it is a certainty that most Thalmor knows of this too."

"We would have asked for Michael's assistance instead, were the risks of publically working with him not potentially catastrophic." Kodlak says. "He's burned many bridges, too many..."

"Why doesn't the whole of Skyrim as well then?" Saeko asks, surely the Thalmor wouldn't wait for the opportunity to discredit one of the most ancient Nord guilds currently existing...

...

The from goes silent, none of them knew why the Thalmor wasn't using the information against them. If anyone cared to look the evidence was there, it was a known secret to the older folk in Whiterun after all...

"Have any of you noticed?" Kodlak suddenly asks while running his fingers through his beard. "Balgruuf, one of his children hadn't been around whenever I visited Dragonsreach..."

Saeko's eyes widen, the files she and Michael had found in Northwatch Keep that detailed a 'Guest' being held in the Embassy, they must be one of Jarl Balgruuf's children!

Kodlak acknowledges their stunned expressions, "I believe they are using our secret against him to force Whiterun to move as they wish. A kidnapped child, shards of Wuuthrad, and the potential destruction of Whiterun's most famous landmark would be too big of a blow to take, especially in wartime."

"Damned elves! We should just storm the Embassy and finish this now!" Farkas furiously growls. No one immediately disagrees with him despite how dangerous and reckless such an action would be. It was only a pipedream however, even if they wanted to, they'd have to fight through the Imperial Legion and the Thalmor soldiers undoubtedly guarding the place.

"What do we do then?" Saeko asks, tilting her head at how a few of the group perked up.

"So you agree to help us?... We weren't sure you would accept, to be honest." Shakeesh says.

Saeko nods, "Of course, even if I was never a Companion I'd still help you. The Thalmor cannot continue to run rampant through Skyrim with no regard for the people they hurt and kill." she states while resting a hand on the handle of her katana.

"Spoken like a true Nord." Vilkas smiles.

"If being a Nord means having common sense, then I suppose you would be correct..." Saeko retorts, "'ve seen too many screaming, frothing at the mouth berserkers for that to be true though..."


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