Bab 402: New Hat
"Arcane Curse! Last Word! Hex! Spatial Scatter!" Michael shouts, attempting to silence and disorient the mage before it could use the staff again. His silence spells work, covering the mage in a sickly blue glow that seems to be constantly attacking the target, along with the white/blue glow that surrounded its feet. His Hex fizzles however, doing literally nothing. Spatial Scatter works to a limited extent, the black bolts tearing through some of its armour as it attempts to dodge then, one managing to destroy its left leg... Which doesn't do much since the priest just floats around everywhere.
Unfortunately, this is where Michael realised a misconception of his... Staffs in Skyrim were just magical foci, they were magical items... Which couldn't be silenced...
"Oh shit." he mutters as the orb atop the staff glows a bright blue, the laser mere moments from being cast. "COUNTER SPELL!" he exclaims as the laser strikes him, slamming against the spherical blue shield that appears, causing the laser to deflect in random directions as if it'd hit a disco ball, causing smaller lasers to strike out at many random points in the room.
Even the Dragon Priest looks ready to piss himself in fear as it stops floating and begins crawling along the floor, then staff for some reason refuses to cease the attack.
Michael's just thankful he hadn't brought the others with him since they'd have been mulched by this attack. He doubted any defences they could set up would do anything, barring Tiffania's Teleportation Gate to transport the attack elsewhere... Which is neither quiet enough nor quick enough to be used in such a reactionary manner without a shit load of planning.
Luckily, the Staff of Magnus stops firing before Michael's shield ends, allowing him to Blink over to the Dragon Priest with Derflinger at the ready...
"Fo Krah Diin!" the Dragon Priest suddenly shouts, forcing Michael to cast Cold Embrace on himself as huge blast of ice is expelled from the undead's mouth. The ice-cold winds caused the temperature in the cavern to drop significantly, freezing any free liquids that were present.
It was powerful, incredibly so, more than the Draugr or Illococoo were able to show... Which made Michael slightly fearful of what the Dragons will be able to do.
He allows Cold Embrace to dispel but has to move again as another laser is shot towards him... He does manage to Blink Strike behind the Dragon Priest as it starts its attack however, quickly sliding Derflinger between its armour and into its back.
*Shink!*
"HHHhaaaarrrrghk! Zu'u Los Vozahlaas! Aar Do Rah! Fos Los Hi, Pusojur!?" the priest screams out as he feels the attack slip through. No blood spills out due to its undead physique, but Michael could sense magicka leaking out from its body.
He pulls out the weapon and makes another attack, this time for the neck, only to duck under the flail-like swipe of the priest as it swings the Staff of Magnus at him as if it were a club.
"Dragon Tongue my balls!" Michael shouts, driving the tip of Derflinger into the bottom of its jaw that wasn't blocked by its dragon priest mask. The blade successfully pierced its skull and brain, prompting it to immediately drop to the floor, dead... Or deader than it was before.
Michael drops to his ass and lets out a breath after scooping up the Staff of Magnus. The thing glowed an eerie blue in his hands, as if it were aware of its change in ownership.
"Oi partner, don't think about replacing me with this thing, ya hear?" Derflinger says, causing the Staff of Magnus' light to flicker as if making responding to it.
Michael shrugs, "You're a sword, it's a staff, two completely different things, buddy." he says, not answering either way.
"Hmmm. Makes sense. I think...?"
"Anyway, let's see what you can do..." Michael mutters, thrusting the Staff of Magnus towards the wall on the opposite side of the cavern.
*THWWWOM!*
The same laser as the priest had been using fires out, drawing a dustless line across the wall before it stops. "Oh, this is really cool." he says before bending down and prying the disgustingly sticky Dragon Priest Mask from the corpse and depositing it into his inventory, noting that it direly needed a clean before use...
With the Dragon Priest dead, Michael goes ahead and clears up the rest of the tomb, copying the Word Wall that'd been placed in the dungeon for Illococoo, taking the abundance of loot that was lying around, and then leaving via Dimension Gate.
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A week after he'd scavenged through the Labyrinthian, Michael decided that it was probably a good time to hop to another world. He hadn't forgotten his goal of becoming powerful enough to resist whatever stunts the Daedric Princes would try to pull, and he wasn't stupid enough to think that they weren't away of him now that he'd made a name for himself in Skyrim.
He'd leave for a week or two, just like how he'd done with the zombie world, and he'd put Tiffania, Megumin, and Maria in charge of managing the construction process. They each had the general idea of what he wanted to create, though, Tiffania was more in the know than anyone.
As for what world he'd pick to go to? He had no idea, Tiffania couldn't pick the destination, so his copy of her spell certainly wouldn't either.
Regardless. After packing up all the essentials and making sure there were no loose ends to deal with, he gives a short farewell to his friends before diving into the portal, this time attempting to expedite the travelling process by 'swimming' in the air... It didn't do much but he got a chuckle out of it, and he was sure any Cthulu gods that manage this space would get a kick out of it as well...
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