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Bab 426: Crawling Chaos...

He reaches Charlotte and brings his sword down, the blade going through her but not eliciting the feeling you'd expect, nor the sight of bloodshed... "Illusion!?" he yelps as his feet slip on the ice buried under the snow.

As he falls, a shadow appears above him as a heavy wall of ice forms, the thing tipping over and falling on him, threatening to crush him into pulp. He's unable to raise his shield however as spears of ice sprout from the ground, attempting to run him through.

"WAIT! NO!"

*CRASH!*

*SPLATTER!*

Red and green dyes the snow as the Afflicted Champion's body implodes as if caught in a blender, or a hydraulic press.

Charlotte's form materialises nearby as the invisibility wears off, the girl stepping over and making the ice all melt, revealing Shieldbreaker to her. She touches with her foot, sending it to Clavicus Vile.

"How did you know you'd find a Champion in Riften?" the vampire living in the Chain of Arkmis asks his companion.

Charlotte shrugs her shoulders, "Many people, there was bound to be one." she quietly says.

"Well... Find somewhere safe and look at your wounds, drink a Cure Disease potion too. Catching anything from one of Peryite's will not be fun. I assure you."

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While all of this was happening...

Around the East of Dragon Bridge Village a normal-looking mud crab slowly makes its way along the derelict roads... Well, normal apart from the large Daedric staff tied to its back.

No one had encountered it on its journey yet, but one unlucky soul had decided to see his family despite the ominous Blood Moon hanging overhead.

...

"... Mud crab?" Marcus mutters to himself as he spots a small figure making its way down the road, he was tempted to give up his journey due to the strange sight, but figures one easily mud crab didn't pose a threat to him...

Unfortunately, as soon as he got into range to see the staff tied to its back, his fate was already sealed... The Wabbajack abruptly fires a red bolt at the man, causing a purple explosion to ring out, enveloping him and displacing him, sending him to Oblivion and swapping him with a Dremora who appears in his stead.

"WHO SUMMONS..." the Dremora trails off as he looks down at the mud crab, only to drop to his knees as soon as he spots the Wabbajack. "LORD SHEOGORATH! I-"

The Wabbajack fires again, covering the Dremora in another bout of purple smoke... Once it clears, the true horror of the situation becomes apparent...

Two mud crabs make their way down the road, everyone unaware that this was only the beginning. The Beginning of the long, pinching, clawing death...?

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Elsewhere in a tavern in Whiterun, two sweaty people stumble out of their inn room after hours of sex and debauchery... The Champions of Sanguine and Namira had completely ignored the competition and decided to enjoy themselves, knowing that no other Champion would be on their tail yet.

"You rut like a dog in heat... You almost wore me out." Eola remarks as she and the Champion of Sanguine, Prixus sits at the bar and orders a few rounds of ale.

"I am a man of many virtues, yet, you still managed to outlast me, woman..."

Hulda, the inn owner, serves their drinks and begins cleaning a dirty tankard, "The whole inn is aware of your 'virtues', never heard a man squeal like a woman before... You sure you weren't the one being stuck?"

Prixus lets out a sigh, "You know, if you weren't the one serving my drink I'd have crushed your head for that."

Hulda chuckles, unaware that the man wasn't joking...

*CRASH!*

Suddenly, the doors to the Bannered Mare are smashed into splinters as many Vigilants of Stendarr charge inside, quickly surrounding Eola and Prixus while the other patrons of the inn flee.

"Daedra worshipping scum! Surrender yourselves and those foul artifacts and we may be lenient!" a heavily armoured man leading the group demands.

Prixus levies an analytical eye at them, "How did you know we were here? Surely you couldn't tell our identities by the sound of our merry-making?"

Eola sniffs derisively at him, "I told you carrying around that damned staff was stupid!" she says, gesturing at the Sanguine Rose sitting next to Prixus.

"Ah, well, I couldn't very well hide the gift of my Lord. Even someone as tolerant as Lord Sanguine wouldn't endure such a slight... Besides, it isn't like they wouldn't have noticed all the missing people you've been engorging yourself on..."

Eola scowls, "Fool, you say this in front of our arch-enemies! Are you such a dullard that you think only with your lower head!?" she angrily says, eyeing the surrounding Vigilants who were taken off-guard while observing the couple's spat.

"Bah, they already know, if they knew a servant of Namira was here then-" he pauses at the Vigilant's now even more cautious stances, the group only now seemingly realising that two separate Daedra worshippers were present. "Eh, forgive me for the time being? I suspect we may be in trouble." he says, grabbing Sanguines Rose and funnelling magic into it, causing portals to Oblivion to open up all around the inn, causing many heavily armoured Dremora to appear in the seats that were left vacant by the previous patrons.

"MORTALS!" x10, all of the Dremora shout simultaneously as they recognise that they'd been summoned... And in the midst of what looked like a battle too.

The lead Vigilant of Stendarr takes a tentative step back from the small army of Dremora, each of them looking more deadly than the last. "Well, shit..."

"S-sir. We should retreat and gain aid of the town guard." one of his men whispers as the Dremora stand and prepare their weapons.

"Yeah... We'll do that... MEN! FALL BACK AND SHIELD WALL THE ENTRANCE!" he shouts as the enemy charges.

"RRAAAAGH! DIE MORTALS! PEEEERISH!"


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Bab 427: Whiterun's Daedra Troubles...

"MOOOOORTAAAAALLLLS!"

The marketplace of Whiterun quickly descends into chaos as a wave of Dremora slams into the hastily erected Vigilant shield wall, the few men skilled in Restoration magic doing their best to keep everyone alive, but not managing to do all that much since most injuries were severed limbs and heads.

Their steel armour was but rigid paper against the Dremora's Daedric weaponry, which cut through the plates, skin, and bone with ease, and that's not even mentioning the ridiculous strength the Dremora themselves could exert behind their strikes.

The Vigilant shield wall soon falls, with even the few Whiterun guards nearby being unable to do anything, their arrows bouncing off of the Daedric armour as if they'd struck sheer stone.

The Bannered Mare goes up in flames as Prixus and Eola step out of it, the latter looking at the chaos caused with mild shock. She'd simply not anticipated Sanguine's artifact to be this strong...

Namira's ring was powerful too, but it didn't grant immediate effects like the Rose did. Sure, she got stronger with every person's flesh she ate and gained stupidly effective health and stamina regeneration, but she didn't think she could fight against all these Dremora at once...

She pauses, looking at the side of Prixus' face while tightly gripping her blade, his flesh would probably taste amazing... Fortunately for the Imperial mage, Eola's thoughts are cut off as an arrow buries itself in her neck, courtesy of Aela the Huntress who was standing atop the stairs leading to the marketplace.

"H-holy!?" Prixus is taken aback as he sees his companion drop, blood spewing from her fatal injury... Or, what looked like a fatal injury. Eola pries the arrow from her throat and vomits blood, the wound healing at a visible pace...

*Shoook!*

Prixus ducks under another arrow and jabs the Rose at the annoying archer, shooting a fireball that strikes the stone arch above her, shattering it and causing the thing to collapse, Aela barely avoids the rubble as she throws herself to the side. "DAMN ARCHER! WE'LL SEE HOW FUNNY YOU ARE WHEN I SHOVE MY ARROW-" he's cut off as an arrow hits him in the shoulder, causing him to stumble into the half-burning wall of the Bannered Mare.

"SERVANTS CHARGE! FIGHT FOR YOUR MASTER!" he roars, enraged at being harmed by something as mundane as an arrow.

With renewed vigour, the Dremora slaughter the last of the Whiterun guards and sprint up the steps... Only to be met by the other Companions who spring from the rubble, ambushing the bloodthirsty Daedra.

Farkas and Vilkas both run separate Dremora in, their blades finding purchase in the weak, flexible parts of the armour. Despite the damage though, the Dremora act more like undead than people in response to pain, allowing them to ignore and immediately counter-attack.

*Clank!*

Shakeesh deflects a blow meant for Farkas, but no one is around to block the attack that bears down on Vilkas, punching through the man's Skyforged Steel armour and cutting off his left arm. "AAARGH!"

"BROTHER! DAMN, YOU!" Farkas roars, kicking his Dremora from his greatsword and leaping towards his brother, cutting the attacking Dremora's hands off at the wrists where the armour meets the gauntlets.

"QUICK! GET VILKAS A HEALER!!"

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While the Companions and Whiterun guard reinforcements fight off the Dremora, Prixus and Eola make their way to the gate, cutting down the few defenders as they escape to evade the angry response that'd undoubtedly be coming their way.

Eola cuts the ears off of the people she kills, her Daedra enhanced strength allowing her to easily cut a swathe out of the city. She and Prixus steal two horses and flee West, towards Markarth where the Shrine of Molag Bal apparently was.

Hours later, the find a cave and set up camp inside, leaving Eola and Prixus alone...

Prixus had thought that they would start getting down and dirty again like last night, but Eola had other plans...

*Clank!*

Her dagger collides with something metallic as she tries to shove the blade into Prixus' gut. The mage grinning as he blasts her away with a spray of lightning.

"W-what is that?" Eola mutters, as Prixus tears away his sliced up robe, revealing the large steel plate he'd been wearing over his stomach.

"I spent enough time in you to know you, Eola... That you aim for the gut to preserve the 'good flesh' is but one fact I know." he chuckles as he taps his makeshift metal armour, "Thanks for the fuck, but I'd rather be able to my cock in your mouth more than once." he says as he summons searingly hot fire into his hands, launching them at Eola as she attempts to recover from the lightning she'd just endured.

She throws herself to the side, allowing her to dodge one of the projectiles, but the other hits her leg, burning it black to the bone. Worst of all, the flames severely limit how fast her regeneration would heal such a wound... "Y-you! Piece of shit! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS!"

Prixus scoffs, "You forget, you already had my head... Many times... In many hol-"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Eola shrieks as she throws herself towards him with her on usable leg... Only to fall short as her dagger hits the ground next to Prixus's boot.

"Goodbye, Eola." he offers as he bathes the woman in fire, scorching her body black as she screams out in agony, only stopping when her voice finally quiets.

"Well, she was fun while she lasted." the mage mutters to himself as he goes to recover the ring of Namira... Only for his fingers to go through the ring, removing the illusion and revealing that the scorched hand had one of its fingers severed... "W-what!? Where did it go!?"

Outside the cave, an invisible Morag Tong assassin flees under the light of the Blood Moon, the Ring of Namira dissipating in their hand as it's sent to Mephala.


PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA
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