Chapitre 369: Saving Xikil
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The ever dim sky of Coldharbour covered its ever dark wasteland of dead trees, floating stones and towering sharp rocks. The realm itself conveyed the pain and suffering billions of souls that passed over this place since its damnable creation. Through these Shrouded Plains, Jon and Serana traveled on a pair of Cold-Flame Atronach Horses.
Not sure if it was some old ruins or a proper stop, the two stopped at every ruin checking for inhabitants. They rode past many odd lifeforms and exotic creatures that belonged to Coldharbour but the ticking clock was suppressing all sorts of curiosities that may pop up in their minds. Jon could determine that staying in a realm like Coldharbour for too long may actually prove fatal on one's mental health.
After some time, Jon and Serana could spot a few odd looking pyramid-like buildings north of them. As they approached, Jon could feel that these building carried a resemblance to the Ancient Aztec style or rather its counterpart in this world.
"An Argonian Village!"
"Really?" Serana looked with curiosity.
"Looks rather empty though."
The two rode slowly to the village and found it lying in ruins. Jon tried to remember if anything was mentioned about this village in any Elder Scroll Game he played and he remembered something.
"Haj Uxith, that's the village name."
"How do you know?"
"A thousand years ago during the Planemeld, the village was discovered in Coldharbour when explorers started to come and go. Apparently, it was dragged to this realm since ancient times and was the Hist tree of the village made a deal with Molag Bal to harvest its sap for the safety of the village inhabitants. You know how the Hist trees and the Argonians are connected, right?"
"Yeah."
"And so, after the explorers arrived, the Argonians sought them out for help. The Hist was sick and suffering from the machines the Daedra used to extract its sap with. Whether the Hist tree was put to rest or got maintained is unknown but by the looks of things, asking the tree to endure a thousand years is still impossible. The village is in ruins as you see."
[A/n: The Hist are a sentient race of giant spore trees that the Argonians are deeply connected to and in both society and religion.]
As Jon and Serana rode, arrived at a large tree with a very thick trunk with small branches on its top and the roots stuck in a pool of the azure plasm. There was a large crack at the trunk that made Jon curious as he approached it by casting [Waterwalk] to see how the tree died but as he tried to look inside, a pair of sharps sickles was aimed at this neck.
Jon retreated in one jump to see those sickles coming from the large crack on the dead Hist and a creature crawling out of the tree.
Serana ran beside Jon and evoked magic on her hands. "Be careful, that's a Spider Deadra."
Jon looked with disappointment at the Spider Daedra that crawled out of the tree and shook his head.
"It completely ruined my fantasy about Arachne Girls."
Just as Jon mumbled, the Spider Deadra is exactly an Arachne, a half woman half spider. Still, its appearance was nothing like the fantasy fictions he knew, it was a hideous monstrosity with a body made of scales chitin scales until the bosom then a face of that can barely be called a woman's all that on nine spider legs and two human arms.
[Bloodskal] appeared on Jon's hand.
"Hyaa!"
He waved the sword at the Spider Deadra from afar unleashing multiple crescents of [Tyrant Aura] targeting the spider's limbs.
The Spider Daedra was nimble and fast. Recognizing Jon as someone strong, it started avoiding all the energy attacks as its life depending on it but Jon was already trapping it to move as he wanted and cut three legs.
*Shriiiiiiek*
The Spider Deadra shrieked and a few auras started to appear around. Jon checked to see smaller versions of the Spider Daedra called the Spiderlings are crawling all over the place towards him.
"Dirty! Using your children to fight for you."
Jon didn't care anyway and waved his sword to rip them to pieces. As the Spider Deadra finally was free from Jon's volley of attacks, it evoked magic on its hands and shout lightning towards Jon.
Jon was about to put that rude creature in place but Serana stepped in and joined the fight.
"Take care of the small ones. Leave that to me."
"Aye, Sir… Lady."
Jon effortlessly killed the little spiderlings that tried to attack him in melee while Serana took care of the big one. The Spider Deadra used the Lightning Magic as well as Spitting Webs and Poison but Serana negated it all with Frost Magic.
Out of the blue, another Spider Daedra appeared and another one followed it.
"I see, so it was buying time using its kids for its sisters to come. Tsk, I still never understood why Jull would like those creatures."
Jon and Serana were trying to avoid the flashy magic but in the end, they had to end it fast. Nefertiti joined up in her larger form and Jon used [Bloodskal] to send crescent blades of his Aura and used a portion of [Greed] as a blaster gun shooting out his Aura too.
The fight was easily over afterward.
"Let's leave before anything shows up." Jon was in a hurry and conjured two Atronach Horses to ride away.
As they were getting out of the village, Serana noticed something.
"Did you use arrows?"
"No, just my Aura. Why?"
"I can swear that some of the monsters were dead to arrows."
"It needs a lot of power to kill those things with just a bow and I felt nothing, are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Strange, I didn't feel any Aura. Let's just leave and keep a careful watch around."
Jon and Serana rode as fast as they could to lose any trackers if there was any.
"Very convenient, this Aura thing." Serana said.
"Yes, you didn't learn it?"
"No, I don't know if I will even need it."
"I see… practicing it requires a strong personality and a fixed martial style. It is called Battle-Spirit after all."
"How do you use it?"
"Did you notice the sounds I made when I fight?"
"Those embarrassing sounds?"
"Well, embarrassing at first but you need to understand them. For example, if I punch and shout with my willpower, a Magical Effect will appear. With practice, you don't need to shout loudly or anything, just some humming is enough."
"I see… so it is Tonal Magic."
"Right answer. It is known locally as the Aura in Tamriel and as Battle-Spirit to the Scholars. Its origin was the continent of Akavir and it was known as the 'Kiai'. It is said that when the Empire sent an expedition to Akavir, the people there were used Magic in ways never seen before and it is said that the Akaviri Kiai Masters can conjure Storms and Bend the Weather causing the Imperial Army to fall to hunger with no rain grow crops in their colonies."
"That's insane."
"Come on, what is insane is your father. He managed to 'Manifest' his Aura into a Blood Sun. Bending the nature that much by the Aura is a true mystery even for my father's level." Jon said.
"I know." Serana confirmed. "If you saw my father's weapon then you should have a hint or two about my father's power."
Jon didn't need to wrack his brain about it, he knew exactly what Harkon's weapon from the game was. A Katana.
"Anyway, let's focus. Do you still remember where the 'Tower of Lies' is?" Jon asked.
"Between the Shrouded Plain and Fist of Stone."
"Fine."
Even though Jon played the 'Elder Scrolls Online' once and it introduced Coldharbour, the realm was much different even more than the difference between Skyrim versions in game and reality. A thousand years is a lot of time after all.
Jon and Serana arrived at a towering ruin that resembled a different Civilization than the Aztec-like Argonian village they passed, it was Ayleid Ruin.
"The Library of Dusk. The only library I will never enter." Jon said.
"A Library? You can't be serious?"
"What? Even the Lord of Lies needs a library to record his lies. Those who enter however are kinda trapped."
"I see… that kind of library. Sounds befitting of Lord Molag Bal."
The two didn't stop and kept riding past the ruins of the library. From this point onward, Daedric wild monsters started to appear. The Speed advantage of the Atronach Horses combined with the magic Jon and Serana made the road very clear and no monsters approached them in the next few hours.
It was about time that they started to notice signs of life or rather signs of Daedra moving. The two diverted from the road and moved on foot to hide away from the road. It was a medium-sized Dremora patrol that seemed a bit laid back.
Jon and Serana realized they are near the place they are after. As they started sneaking to the North, they saw a large floating rock with a tree on top of it linked by a stone bridge to a stone dome a bit higher from the ground.
"The funny thing about the Tower of Lies is the lie about it being a tower when it is a deep pit." Serana remarked.
"Well, Old Molag is playing another untasteful joke." Jon said as he started crawling on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"Doing some recon. Get down, princess."
Jon started to scan the place with magic and noticed the patrols around the place. There were not just Dremora Patrolers, there was a horde of slaves in rags. These were the Soul Shriven.
These were mortals whose souls got stolen by Molag Bal and replaced with a Daedric Soul (or a Vistage). By that, they became creatures belonging to the Realm of Coldharbour and their bodies reformed like the Daedra from the Azure Plasm. The different thing about their new bodies that it is rotting and decaying slowly from the inside. The Soul Shriven body is a complete waste built on an Ancestral Form filled with foul energy rather than its pure Anuic soul. It can grant immortality but still, it doesn't equal living in a healthy and beautiful body.
These Soul Shriven were ashen pale both in skin and hair color. Their eyes are devoid from any hope of salvation or rest and they are forced to mine all day long with chains around their necks until their bodies break and die. Once they die, the revive again from the Azure Plasm like the Daedra to go through the whole chain of suffering again.
Jon was watching all that from the edge of a cliff viewing the wide banks of a certain Azure Plasm river. He could see everything clearly from there.
Jon took off [Greed] and reshaped it into a chant with a clutch at its end and kept waiting.
"What are you doing?"
"Fishing."
As a certain Dremora started to stray from his group down at the mining area, Jon threw [Greed] and caught the Dremora from the head then.
In a split of a second, the Daedra Churl was at the feet of both Jon and Serana with its mouth gagged by [Greed].
"Easy way and a hard way. Speak or get tortured… I was doing that a lot lately so I guess I got better at torturing. Point is, A Kynval goes by the name Xikil. Where is he?"
*Groan*
"Fine, the hard way." Jon said as he took out a mammoth tusk from the [Cube].
***
In a place not far away from Jon, a certain figure was being hung by his arms and getting punched in his ribs by an angry Dremora.
"That's some nerve you have, little warm. You ran from your post not once, not twice but three times all in one day." The angry Dremora said.
"Mar… Markynaz… I am sorry… I was… I was Conjured to Nirn." The beat up Kynval was puking blood.
"Conjured? Three times? The same idiot Dremora get summoned three times in one day? By the Lord's name, that's a record. Hahaha!" Markynaz Marx was not buying it.
The slapping and beating were on for almost two days straight at this point. Xikil was already fed up with it but he can't do anything to his highest superior, especially when it comes to the Overseer of the Tower of Lies, Markynaz Marx.
"Kynreeve, make sure that this worm learns a good lesson."
"Yes, Markynaz."
Marx left the torture process to another and went to someplace else as he already got bored with Xikil.
"Kyn… reeve. You know I… I was conjured… you saw it." Xikil spoke to his direct superior.
"Kid, it's okay. Just endure it for a while."
"What? Then why didn't you… say anything for me?"
"What do you want me to say? That you really got conjured three times in the same day? Truth be told, your record when it comes to being conjured is scary. Can't you even resist some Mortal conjuration, you dimwit."
"If I could… I wouldn't be like this… And this is not some Mortal, it is a monster in mortal flesh. The damn thing is haunting me!"
"A Mortal haunting a Daedra? Kid, you have fallen too low."
*Slap*
"..."
"That Mortal you are speaking too highly about is imprisoned by one of the Lord's Lieutenants. It is impossible that he can Conjure you, you know that. Moreover, that Lieutenant is here in Coldharbour, didn't you get the news about the vampires arriving at Coldharbour?"
"Wait! That Mortal is here? In Coldharbour?" Xikil's sense of crisis heightened up all of sudden.
"Yes… the vampires came some time ago and borrowed the spare [Transliminal Scanner] to look for something in Oblivion. They said your mortal is… is…"
Xikil noticed the Kynreeve stuttering on words. Looking closely, a red blade was penetrating the Kynreeve's chest and suddenly was pulled back and waved to cut his head.
"Hey, boy. Tsk tsk tsk, those amateurs got you for real. Want a Princess Carry down from there?"
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Chapitre 370: The Elder of Coldharbour
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The place they were in was the highest point in the Tower of Lies as Xikil was hanged at a tree on a floating rock.
"Mortal? No! Leave me be." (Xikil)
"Isn't that the one you were torturing in the Castle?" (Serana)
"Yeah, don't ask me about the attitude, he's an idiot but the sort of idiot you'll like. Let's get you down, boy." (Jon)
"I said leave me be! I had enough torturing for two days." (Xikil)
"Okay, no one gonna torture you don't worry." (Jon)
"Why were you torturing him anyway?" (Serana)
"He sold me off, you know. I agreed to trade a thousand soul with Molag Bal and then Molag made this runt sell me off to your father. Also, I wanted him to bring me the Sigil Stone I used to give Molag Bal the souls. It should contain a lot of power." (Jon)
"Mortal! Leave me out of it! I don't want any of that." (Xikil)
"Too late." (Jon)
Xikil's chains were cut with Jon's sword and the Dremora was carried down like a helpless kitten. Jon was about to say something smug but he noticed a presence behind him. Before he could turn around, Jon was already waving his sword backward.
*Clink*
Two blades cut against each other and Jon rebalanced himself to face the attacker. His right hand held the sword and his left covered his face with his mask, [Krilon].
"Apprehend that Dremora." Jon spoke to Serana pointing at Xikil.
"Wha…" Xikil didn't seem to understand what is going on but Serana was already pushing his face to the dirt.
"If you don't want to look like a traitor, act like you are getting kidnapped." Serana whispered.
On the other side, Jon was facing the newly arrived enemy that walked the stone bridge to the floating rock.
"Who are you? Why did you kill my subordinate?" Markynaz Marx walked up with an angry face.
Jon completely ignored him and looked at Serana.
"Secure the package. I am getting rid of this."
"Humph! Don't look away!" Markynaz Marx seemed angry as he waved his Daedric Sword at Jon.
Jon recognized the power behind the blade and parried it to the side. With fast reaction, he counter-attacked horizontally at the Dremora. The latter pulled back his blade and stopped Jon's slash with two hands holding blades vertically.
Both of them were strong.
"I am the Overseer of the Tower of Lies, Marx. Who are you?" The Dremora was interested in this strong opponent.
"I am Krilon… Darth Krilon of the Sith." Jon didn't mind adding some bullshit to the fray. He was wearing a Sith Mask and Black Cloak while holding a red glowing sword after all.
"Krilon? Sith? What are you?"
"Humph! The likes of you are not worthy of knowing. Remember our name and tremble in fear, Puny Daedra."
Jon lost himself to the act and swung his sword empowered by his Aura at Marx. The Daedra kept up with Jon on equal footing for a few exchanges but Jon kept increasing the output of his power.
"HA! A worthy challenger!"
Marx seemed happy facing an opponent as strong as Jon and the latter was in no hurry as he was executing his dominance on his enemy.
As Marx's leg was cut and he was kicked on the ground, the Daedra crawled to the back with agonized expressions.
Before Jon could finish off the Daedra, the latter took out a red object and injected it with his magic causing it to glow and make a sound.
"Damn! An Alarm!"
"Hahaha! Mortal, fighting you brings me honor but I can't let you leave. You will be swarmed by every Dremora in the tower." Marx declared with ecstasy.
"Pathetic!" Jon beheaded the Dremora right away.
He nodded to Serana and the three were about to leave but before they could step down through the stone bridge, they were surrounded by a horde of Dremora.
"Tsk! We are fighting our way out, take away the Dremora." Jon shouted and Nefertiti jumped out of Jon's shadow taking Xikil in the [Cube].
Now Jon and Serana had to make it out but the charging Dremora were already closing on them. Serana was about to transform into the Vampire Lord form but Jon stopped her.
"We can't let our identities out. Fight as a mage and I will guard you."
Serana retreated on the Stone bridge and started spamming her Frost Magic as Area of Effect spells to kill as much Dremora as possible.
Jon guarded the front of the stone bridge by himself. The ones that survived Serana's magic were already in front of him and didn't even lose their momentum. Jon held his sword and commanded [Greed] to possess [Bloodskal], the end product is the 4 meters tall giant red sword.
One swing was enough to cleave three rows of enemies using nothing but brute force and the sharpness of the blade. Once Jon added his Aura to the mixture, he unleashed power attacks that made the weakling Dremora disintegrate from the energy density.
As he was not covered by [Greed] anymore and only a small portion was used as a prosthetic foot. He was not wearing the vampire armor either but rather returned to his normal gear to not give out his identity yet all that made his armor a bit lower. Using [Stoneskin] and the other protection spells only gave him peace of mind to face that big number of enemies.
Once the Dremora realized they are only thinning their own numbers without a result, the Soldiers stopped charging and the Elites took the front to face Jon. Things were going to get difficult for Jon as he was trying to avoid using his trump cards that may give his identity out to any pursuers but there was no choice now.
He was about to do something flashy when a volley of arrows attacked the Dremora facing Jon.
"The Hell?"
Jon backed off right away, he can swear he couldn't feel those arrows unless they were 10 meters close which was a point-blank distance. Such a terrifying attack was deadly for anyone.
Jon observed his surroundings and noticed that the volley of arrows was only one arrow, in the end, the only explanation he could think of is Illusion Magic.
And Illusionist Archer? Now that would be scary.
The Dremora was about to charge at Jon again but another arrow hit the ground and a cloud of smoke blocked the view. Jon could detect the source of that arrow which meant that the archer was trying to point Jon to his/her place.
"This way."
Jon took Serana by the hand and dashed out of the cloud of smoke back to the floating rock and from the high ground, Jon and Serana jumped.
The fall distance wasn't high but it would expose them so Jon had a Cold-Flame Atronach Hawk carry them and glide away without being seen. The Atronach took curves in the air and blended with its surroundings due to its color that resembled the realm and landed far away from the Tower of Lies.
Jon kept his guard up as he surveyed his surroundings, Serana also kept her guard following Jon's actions.
"Show yourself." Jon spoke.
As his voice echoed in the abandoned place, Jon felt a presence too close to him showing itself.
"This one means you will, furless ones. Please don't get triggered." A Khajiiti voice and accent spoke to Jon and Serana.
Jon backed away for a bit then looked closely at the man who appeared. A short one for a Khajiit with tabby fur carrying a bow and donned in grey robes.
"Greetings." "Hello"
Jon and Serana greeted the Khajiit.
"You are that one fishing at the river we passed through." Serana identified the Khajiit as the fisherman from the river.
"Yes, it is me. You can call me Mr. Skittles." The Khajiit said.
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"Mr. Skittles? Some sort of house cat?" Jon commented.
Serana poked Jon by the elbow and spoke.
"Thank you for packing us up, Mr. Skittles."
"No worries, Miss. This one was just returning the favor. Catching a 'Moray Leech' from the waters of this foul realm is a joy few experienced." The Khajiit spoke and looked at Jon, "So, what brings a fellow mortal to these sands of Oblivion?"
Jon recognized the Khajiit's sharp senses in discerning that he is a mortal rather than Serana. Jon smiled under his mask and replied.
"Haven't introduced myself, have I? Name is Krilon and this is my partner… Anares. We are with the Sith and we are trying to find a way out of Coldharbour back to Nirn." Jon said.
Serana tilted her head and Jon scoffed it off but the Khajiit seemed to not be caring for the identity rather than the answer.
"Furless ones, this one has been here for some time and believe me, life is very miserable." Mr. Skittles spoke with a hint of sadness, "Mr. Krilon and Miss Anares, it was wrong to enter Coldharbour without securing the way out. This cursed sands of Oblivion make one go crazy, you shouldn't have come without care."
"We have an idea of how to go out." Jon said.
"Hm? Then you shouldn't share it with anyone if you don't want to get chased by a horde of Soul Shriven who would do anything to get back to their home sands… Unless this one is Mr. Skittles, of course, Mr. Skittles will help you any way he can."
Jon nodded.
"Then can you point us to any of the old portals? Whatever seal there is on them, I can temporarily remove it."
"This one is afraid that it is impossible, Mr. Krilon. The old portals you are speaking off are a thousand years old and no longer have a link to Nirn. The recent ones are very hard to use and in very secure locations guarded by Molag Bal's own forces. If that's what you have then I am afraid you are out of luck."
"What about the other way?" Serana asked Jon.
"Then we need a certain list of items that may or may not exist in Coldharbour. We were kidnapping a Dremora I know for information but I guess you may already know something." Jon said.
"What are the items Mr. Krilon is speaking of?" Mr. Skittles seemed interested.
"A certain Soul Sigil Stone that has the carries Essence Energy of a thousand mortals, an item that carries the scent of Nirn, an Energy Source that negates Coldharbour and any Material that can endure spacial travel." Jon laid down his shopping list.
"This is indeed a lot of items and may not exist but a Dremora won't help you this easily. This one knows someone who knows all about Coldharbour maybe better than Molag Bal himself." Mr. Skittles said as rubbed the fur of his chin.
"You said we should keep others out of this." Jon said.
"Well, except that man. He doesn't need a way out of Coldharbour anyway. Come, this one will guide you to the Oldest Soul Shriven in Coldharbour."
Mr. Skittles covered himself with his grey cloak and started walking lightly and nimbly to the south.
Serana looked at Jon as they followed Mr. Skittles and wanted to say something.
{What?} Jon asked via [Telepathy].
{Anares! Really?} She seemed upset about her name.
{Cute Little Fangs doesn't sound that bad now, yes?}
Serana shook her head and asked.
{Do you have a plan and should we trust this Khajiit?}
{No and No. Now that our easy way is out, we can only rely on the difficult way. I have many tricks in my sleeve and an undead army at my disposal. I just can't attract Molag's attention so I'll take any chance I can get for the time being even if it is fake.}
{How optimistic of you to trust people!}
{Me? Well, I know that all people are hopeless and I rely on that too. As long as I know what they want, I can trade with them. Now, that's Khajiit's soul is black which means he is a Mortal, he also doesn't feel good about staying in Coldharbour and is desperately trying to leave.}
{Really? I think he fits in just fine with all the fishing and the following. How can you tell?} Serana replied.
{I raised a cat, I know how cats act when they are uncomfortable about their space.}
{Fine.}
Different than how she acts around Jon, Serana trusts nothing and no one. Jon's relationship with Serana is based on the blood he fed her, which made her see him a bit favorably. The Effect of Jon's blood at 'Level 3, Ebonblood Stage, Dragon Frame Realm' can at least do that much against Serana while it can completely charm lesser vampires.
The three moved to the south away from the roads and arrived at a rocky area then started traveling east. The road was blocked by a mountain but Mr. Skittles found a path through the rocks and started walking up. Jon and Serana followed with their sharp perception covering a half a mile in every direction like a radar in case if there was an ambush or trap. About that distance to the north, Jon and Serana detected some large ruins.
"That is… a city." Serana was surprised to see those ruins.
"The Hollow City." Jon seemed to have remembered about such a place.
In the depth of Coldharbour, there was a city protected from Molag Bal's influence and minions by his enemy, Meridia, the Daedric Prince of Infinite Energies who despises undeath. It was thus a unique oasis of light and life in one of the darkest and most dangerous realms of Oblivion.
That city was the main base of the forces fighting Molag Bal during the Planemeld a thousand years ago. But now… things are so different.
After the Planemeld, there was no need for Mortals to stay in Coldharbour after a thousand years and of course, the city was abandoned by both mortals and Meridia. Now, it is a husk of its former glory as a city that lies in darkness with broken walls, ruined houses and the lonesome Chapel of Light at its center covered with a heavy Aura of Gloom.
"We have arrived." Mr. Skittles declared as the three arrived at a narrow path down the rocky road.
At the end of the path, the three arrived at an isolated ruin with many signs of movement all around the place. Passing some old walls, Jon and Serana saw a gathering of people (or rather Soul Shriven) in what appeared to be a shelter. Many broken trees were arranged to resemble living quarters and some of the Soul Shriven were gathered around a bonfire. There, an old Soul Shriven man with a metal cooking pot on his head playing holding a lute and regaling the surrounding Soul Shriven with a short ditty.
"One fine day in the middle of the night, two dead kings got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their bows... and stabbed themselves!"
The ones around were entertained by the old man but Jon's whole being froze for a second. He removed his mask [Krilon] to reveal his shocked face while looking at the man he remembered.
"… Sir Cadwell!"
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