Chapitre 404: Goodbye
*At Night - Winterhold's Gwent Casino*
"I can't believe you're leaving me in this cold Skyrim and going to fool off somewhere, Jon." The Imperial woman beside Jon said as she stuck her body to his.
"I owe you a lot, Vittoria. Your help kept Winterhold not only afloat but it rose to the top in a blink of an eye."
"It is the least I can do."
"Also, about [Keening], your help was really pivotal in this victory. In the future, I know just the way to pay you for your kindness."
"Oh! I hope I like the surprise. By the way, I wanted to give you this?"
"That is?"
"An Imperial Diplomatic Messenger Pass that will make you go through any Imperial Camp and or Patrol or even ask for aid. Of course, you should use it only on borders and put up the air of a secret agent kind of guy."
"I'll treasurer it then."
"If you ever find yourself near Colovia next Fall or Winter, you are welcome in my Vici Estate."
"Oh! Is it that easy?"
"Just use the Pass you have."
"Goodness me! It was quite the shock when I discovered you're the daughter of the Duke of Colovia."
"Was it that unimaginable? I am a hard working independent young lady and I have a lot of Old Siblings so I can just acquire my own title somewhere else."
"And you're doing a good job at it."
"Indeed."
"And what about you Elishka? You're awfully silent." Jon turned to the curvy women on the other side.
"Ah! Boss, things are going to get too dull without you here. I enjoy my job but I always enjoy your company more."
"Look at that shameless woman, leave a married man to his own business."
"You won't spend any time with me before you leave?"
"My wives drained me this morning. I still need my legs walking, you know."
"Humph! I am the first woman you've been with and you should give me some benefits."
"Other than managing a scary amount of the company's assets and training the girls who work as the core management of our company. I'm sure you are now being called Dame Elishka among our partners."
"My current status is only thanks to a certain young man who looks after his people."
"Yes, fix that attitude."
Jon was surrounded by the two beauties as he joined them for one last game of Gwent. He had to make sure that his people are well pleased before he leaves for the Labours.
The ones he needed to worry about were his biggest trade partner and one of the major members of the company. Thankfully, the two women are his.
He entertained them until it was time for him to meet another. This was his brother, Wulfur.
The two met at the entrance of the casino under the night sky in the empty street.
"I guess this is it." Wulfur sighed.
"Yeah. It was truly fun."
"Yep, a wild ride."
"We did good, you know. Two orphans from Riften, hitting the road to Solitude, winning a tournament, building a town, winning battles… damn! We need a movie about the two of us."
"Hahaha! I feel strange, man. Things happen around you… I don't understand how you keep a sane mind after all that?"
"Brother, you're offending me. You know I lost it before we know each other."
"Yeah… I don't think I'll get more surprised." Wulfur said as he looked up at the sky.
"I assure you, all that we do here is preparations for the real test. The enemies that we are going to face can flip Tamriel upside down." Jon said in a calm tone.
"That's why I always asked for a new course to Akavir in our fleet. I can leave this world and run with Jorna."
"HA! Good idea… I still need you though."
"Yeah, someone must tinker your stupid ideas into steel."
"I love it when you put it that way."
The two laughed real hard and had a brotherly hug.
Jon returned to his house to see his family waiting for him. Alina was the first to welcome him with a tight hug as she looked into his face meaningfully.
"You've been drinking."
"Gotta keep it warm. Also, I don't get drunk."
After her came Jull.
"You still won't take me with you?"
"..." Jon simply caressed her hair.
"You promised me that night that I'll be your shadow."
"Here is my home. I married Alina so that I tell everyone that this Jonhild Firemane is returning home sooner or later as this is only temporary. Once I return, I'll marry you too."
"Two wives! You're quite the capable man, son." (Jonrad)
"Thanks, dad."
"What are you teaching him?" (Hilda)
"The boy is achieving things I couldn't even…" (Jonrad)
"Choose the next words carefully." (Hilda)
Jon walked to the cradle in the center of the room and looked at the two sleeping babies sleeping peacefully in.
Jon got closer to Thor and Idun.
"Big brother is going to leave the place for you two. Make sure to have fun and break everything you want to break… also, play with cats a lot. Dogs are a bunch of idiots."
""Hey!"" Hilda and Aela felt offended.
Jon smiled widely as the last one in the room was Aela.
"Wolf girl."
"Red boy."
"Don't act so rough! Come on, a warm hug."
Jon pulled the stiff Aela closer. Her character was not compatible with warm emotional moments but she broke the tough attitude.
"I'll miss you. If you die out there, I'll kill you and be sad."
"Eh… good progress!"
Jon looked around before giving a sigh.
"Where is Nurina?"
"I'm here."
Nurina walked from inside the house, her face seemed a bit pale. Jon could tell her mood was ruined.
"I'm sorry. I wish I could have stayed but the choices we make sometimes force the path of life to take some weird curves."
She nodded.
"Be careful out there. I never liked the Daedra and I hope you sever ties with them one day." She said.
"I will, as for your grudge on the Daedra, I promise that I'll make them pay for the pain they caused you."
Jon and Nurina have a special bond and he knows her pain. She hated the Daedra ever since she was a child living with her family in the City of Vivec.
200 years ago when the Baar Dau (a large floating rock above Vivec city) was about to fall, the Dunmer built a device by the Daedra's help to keep it afloat. That device required Mortal Sacrifice and members of Nurina's family were among the randomly chosen sacrifices until the machine failed and the Baar Dau fell on the city obliterating it.
When young Nurina was rescued by the Fyr household, she held nothing but resentment to the Daedra even though she now is an Arch-Wizard with a wide understanding of things.
"Don't do anything reckless, brat."
"Can't promise you that."
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. The one she sheltered all that time was now taking the first step into his true Fate. She felt very bitter not having any power to alter such a curse away.
A family hug was centered around Jon until the door to the house was knocked on.
"Who is it?"
Jonrad opened the door and a High Elf barged in.
"Thane Jon, Thane Jon… I've done it! Hahahaha! I have done it."
"Master, what are you doing here at this hour?" Jullanar asked.
"Oh, girl. You look lovely. Where is Thane Jon… Ah! Here he is! You are a genius! Haha! A Genius."
Master Nurelion, the Master Alchemist of the White Phial Shop that moved from Windhelm to Winterhold, seemed very excited about something on his own.
"Old pile of bones, we are having a moment here!" Nurina fired at him right away.
"A moment! What is that? Thane Jon, you've got to see this! Mixing Lorkhan's Tears and Kyne's Tears, that mixture that you created. It is so genius. It is poetic."
"Master Nurelion, I'm sure whatever the discovery is, it should be a business with the company, not me. I'm but the former Boss."
"Huh? Do I look like I care? Also, I know everything going on, you retiring and leaving. Don't worry, I didn't lose my mind yet even though I was on the verge to do so. Here, take this."
Master Nurelion took out a White Bottle and gave it to Jon.
"Whoa! That's the [White Phial]. Weren't you the one to keep it?" Jon said.
"I know, I thought a lot before coming but it is now clear that you need it more than me… or rather… you need the potion I prepared for you. Think of it as me lending you the Phial until you return."
Jon blinked a few times before taking the White Phial.
"What potion is it?" Jon asked.
"Come close."
Nurelion pulled Jon close and whispered something to him. Jon's eyes gradually widened and stated at the Phial with shaken eyes.
"You're saying… I have an infinite supply of 'That Potion'?"
"Yes, you can have it with you all the time you are on the run and… haha! It is the best thing I did to date. It is truly when Alchemy beats Magic."
"This is insane."
"Should I be worried?" Alina said.
""Eh? No."" Jon and Master Nurelion had the same mischievous smile on their faces for some reason.
"Haha! Thane Jon, if I live until you return, make sure to bring genius stuff with you home. This is going to be brilliant. I'll go now, I think I came up with three new potions on the way here alone."
"Take care, Master Nurelion."
Jon was affectionately looking at the [White Phial] in his hand. This is truly an amazing surprise.
He kept it in the [Cube] for now and turned around. He smiled at his family as a goodbye was to be said.
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Chapitre 405: Sinnerman
*The Jarl's Longhouse*
High King Torygg was still in Winterhold, he kept standing near the central fireplace of the hall of the Jarl of Winterhold to warm himself.
"Is it time?" He asked.
"No, Your Grace. Two more minutes."
"Then we wait. Where is Jarl Ulfric?"
"He headed to Windhelm just some time ago, Your Grace."
"He is indeed stubborn."
Torygg didn't say anything further until Falk announced the end of the two minutes.
"Your Grace."
"Is it time?"
"Yes."
The king touched the ring on his right hand and took the steps to the central table where a single paper was spread.
[The Sentence of Exile against Jonhild Firemane by the Throne of Skyrim.]
The royal seal of King Torygg was imprinted on the paper right away.
"From this day until the day when High King Torygg son of Istlod walk this Nirn no longer. We, the High King of Skyrim, hereby announce Jonhild son of Jonrad of Clan Firemane exiled from the realm of Skyrim. Effective right away."
The High King announced it to the important figures present in the hall.
Torygg understood Jon to some degree as the two of them sought out peace, but sooner or later, conflict will rise.
The words Jon said to Torygg once were still lingering on his mind. He looked at the book he was reading beside the wine glass on the table and opened its first page once again to immerse himself in the title.
The Book of the Dragonborn.
***
Jon walked out of his house's gate with a small black cat walking beside him. It was 12:00 AM of the new day and now it was time to run.
Many were eyeing him. Some with sadness, some with pity and some with opportunities in mind. Some were friends and family while others were haters waiting for the Dragon of Winterhold to fly away.
He smiled in his mind to every one of those people.
They were either standing towards him on the other side of the road or hidden behind walls. Still, all were toned to the same frequency.
Jon raised his hand and pointed up and as if a red star was shining in the sky, a red blade slowly appeared with a strong oppressive aura.
[Bloodskal] was floating above Winterhold.
"By the Decree of Jon Dare, may the tip of this blade find its way to the hearts of those who wish to harm what I hold dear, may this blade ever carry my will, my wrath and my care."
All those who were present looked up.
The red sword shone with a strong light then disappeared the same way it appeared.
Looking back down to Jon Dare, he was no longer here.
Was it north? Was it south? Which way did he take?
Those who were planning to tail him were played well.
"Now you see me. Now you not." Jon mocked them with a wide grin from the battlements south to Winterhold.
"Hooman, this is a bad habit playing with people."
"For you of all people to say that!"
"Heathen, I'm a cat."
"Haha! Forgive me your holy meowjesty."
The two were now all by themselves on the road again. They jumped off the wall unseen and ran beside each other to the south.
Back at Winterhold, Alina walked out of the house wearing her iconic red dress with no face or head covers, she could feel that Aurbic Energy of Jon as [Bloodskal] kept watching over Winterhold in the stead of its owner. Jon seemed to have planned this since the battle and imbued the sword with some kind of seal that would keep it serve that purpose.
Of course Jon can't take his favorite red sword with him. Everyone knows about that sword now. Alina could only sigh inwardly and walk towards the casino of Winterhold. Wulfur was expecting her arrival and he pushed the door open.
"Sister-in-law."
"Brother-in-law."
She walked in the casino which was filled with visitors, Jon seemed to have had a little farewell party just a while ago.
"Lady Boss."
"Elishka."
"How do we serve your ladyship?"
"Hehe! Fine, clear the stage for me."
Elishka only snapped her fingers and the bards on the stage all cleared away. Alina held the sides of her dress as she walked up the stage. She stood on top of it dazzling everyone with her beauty yet her eyes carried a glare that kept them all sane.
Her left hand opened up casting a single magic spell that caused a small green orb to hover beside her, out of that green Magicka orb, music started to play.
The music was quite unusual and alien but not hateful or strange to the tastes, it felt like different cultures were mixed all in one single note.
Alina had a thing for this type of music that Jon would occasionally play, he said it was called Jazz. She took a liking to the music and its songs so with her variety of talents, she could of course sing.
♪ Oh, Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Sinnerman where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run to?
All on that day ♪
Jon and Nefertiti ran beside one another, he wasn't wearing any robe or armor but rather a black shirt on black pants, when he felt his style was lacking, he summoned out [Greed] and made a long black trench coat with some diabolical inscriptions on it.
"Hooman, people are surrounding us."
As they felt many presences surrounding them, the two ran away from the road and hid behind a rock.
♪ We got to run to the rock
Please hide me, I run to the rock
Please hide me, run to the rock
Please hide here
All on that day ♪
Jon looked around him and found many people blocking the road, centered on the mountain and hiding behind the roocks around them. High Elf mages, Wood Elf archers, Khajiit assassins... A Thalmor assassination team.
"Desperate, aren't they?"
Jon shook his head wryly and thought of teleporting away.
Suddenly and out of nowhere, an arrow broke through the air targeting Jon's head. The Archer got to be a top expert Archer judging by the strong magical element on the arrow.
Jon dodged the arrow but he was now visible to all enemies.
♪ But the rock cried out
I can't hide you, the rock cried out
I can't hide you, the rock cried out
I ain't gonna hide you there
All on that day ♪
Jon looked around and raised up his hands slowly.
"Take it easy, boys. Fighting here will leave a lot of mess for the poor people of Winterhold to clean. Do you want them to remember the Boss they love as the man who left the road all broken to pieces and littered with meat paste and rivers of blood?"
"This human has a big mouth indeed, kill him." A High Elf wizard said.
"I really wanted to avoid this..."
♪ I said rock
What's the matter with you rock?
Don't you see I need you, rock?
Good Lord, Lord
All on that day ♪
Jon cast [Electrohand] on the rock he hid behind and a palm of lightning carried the small boulder in the air.
"Say 'Aaaaah'." Jon simply waved his hand and the rock swept through the spots on the mountain where the Wood Elf archers hid.
Nefertiti turned into a Werecat and sank in here shadow then appeared where the Khajiits are and started killing them without remorse to her feline-kind while calling them 'infidels'.
Jon retreated the rock back to him and faced the remaining High Elves who were blocking the road while carrying the ridiculously heavy rock with one hand. The rock was covered with Wood Elven blood, bone, skin and flesh as well as the echo of their screams and terror.
"You mer-kind never learn."
♪ So I run to the river
It was bleedin', I run to the sea
It was bleedin', I run to the sea
It was bleedin'
All on that day ♪
"Shit! Spread around."
The High Elves lost their composer. Jon was indeed much stronger than before he attained temporary Divinity.
"Too late!"
He made his Magicka explode between his hand and the rock causing it to be launched like a cannonball towards the Elves. The clash caused their bodies to explode in a splash of red blood and golden skin leaving a long trail of blood until the rock crashed down.
♪ So I run to the river
It was boilin', I run to the sea
It was boilin', I run to the seat
It was boilin'
All on that day ♪
"Hooman, you caused a mess."
"Right back at you."
Looking at the bleeding mountain and the trail of blood covering the road, Jon sighed.
"Fine, I am a sensible person and I clean after I take a shit."
"Good Hooman."
Jon waved his hand around with a spell and the whole mess was enveloped in Flames. The burning hot flames caused the snow to melt then boil.
The stench of burning flesh may cause some people to get their guts spilled out of their throats just by how horrifying it is.
♪ So I run to the Lord
Please hide me, Lord
Don't you see me prayin'?
Don't you see me down here prayin'?
But the Lord said
Go to the Devil, the Lord said
Go to the Devil
He said go to the Devil
All on that day ♪
Jon looked up the sky wondering when this fight will ever end. He killed so many that his soul became numb. So many that he had started to feel tired.
He doesn't want to kill anymore but... he just keeps taking more lives the more he tried to stop. The side of him that hated killing was mostly the one he reincarnated with and the side that is bloodthirsty and mad is the side that was born on this world.
He could tell why was he reincarnated.
If he wasn't, this mad bloodthirsty side of him would have no off switch and would keep bathing in his enemies blood till it's red so someone had to act as the lid to this boiling mixture of homicidal madness.
The sin of killing made him feel very heavy.
As his eye searched through the clean starry sky of night, an object entered his vision.
The towering shrine of Azura was just atop the mountain near him.
"We have to talk."
♪ So I ran to the Devil
He was waitin', I ran to the Devil
He was waitin', ran to the Devil
He was waitin'
All on that day ♪
Jon took the [Black Star] and levitated up the mountain.
The mess he left behind kept burning and its smoke rose to the sky as he reached the first step up to the Shrine of Azura.
Priestess Aranea Ienith, the one who tends to the shrine was waiting for Jon. She saw the [Black Star] in his hand and frowned.
"I'm here for my Labour and to fix this." He said.
"Very well."
The priestess led the way to the Shrine and Jon followed. He stood in front of the large alter and based to Azura's statue until her voice reached his head.
♪ I cried, power, power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord)
Power (power, Lord) ♪
He raised the [Black Star] in his hand up and it felt the light of a certain star in the sky calling down on it. Miraculously, the [Black Star] was being cleansed and the black color on it gradually turned into the brightest glimmer of the [Star of Azura].
The [Star of Azura] was back to its full glimmering shine.
Jon held it down then turned to Priestess Aranea and handed it to her but she refused.
"As much as I hate it, you are the Keeper. Just never corrupt it ever again."
Jon nodded.
"Your next Labour is ought to be a short one."
"Good."
"Lady Azura has given you quests to aid you this far, she aided you to save your brother even though things went down, she aided you to escape the Vampires and aided you through the Battle. Even though you were quite insolent to the Queen of Twilight, she always forgave you and showered you with her love and mercy."
"I'm thankful, Aranea. The Labour."
"From now on, your Labours will only be to serve Lady Azura. She and her allies have decided which weapon you shall carry in the upcoming Labours and this Labour, your fifth, is to retrieve that weapon."
"Skip to the riddle."
"Fine. Reach the unreached under the dragon, under the layer of lies and history of cheat. Keep silence else your success is not guaranteed. Seek the servants of the Dark Mistress, and face their traitor. There, you'll find the Blade of Deceit."
Jon closed his eyes as he already could tell what kind of weapon he is after. That weapon from the game that he was going to avoid at all costs.
Looks like Azura didn't want to make things easy for him. Still, such a weapon was a perfect match for him. He was a man of many Sins and that was a weapon fit for a Sinnerman.
♪ I said Lord, Lord
Hear me prayin', Lord, Lord
Hear me prayin', Lord, Lord
Hear me prayin', all on that day
Sinnerman, you oughta be prayin'
Outghta be prayin', Sinnerman
Oughta be prayin',
All on that day ♪
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