Capítulo 594: Meat-Heads.
"Or are you too cowardly to accept that!?"
"What are you on about!? I had to wipe your ass when the dragons were acting up, now you want me to feed you like a baby barely on solids!? I'm not your nurse-maid Surtr! Frankly, if you fail to kill Alduin and doom the world because you couldn't figure out that supplies and logistics were important, I'll let the world burn since it clearly deserves it!"
"Oi! Dragonborn, are you going to let him talk to you like that!? Michael Tahlin, where's you're gods-damned respect!" a Nord shouts over, clearly favouring one side despite having no idea what's going on.
Michael sends a glare at the man but returns his focus to Surtr, "Why should I risk the lives of my friends and family on a quest doomed to fail at your hands!? It isn't even like you don't have people able to help either! Kodlak surely knows how to manage this cluster fuck, hell, Vilkas could do it too if you just asked!"
Surtr takes a firm step forward, "I'm not your dog, speak with respect or not at all, Michael."
Michael crooks a brow, "Pride, really? Have you actually listened to a single thing I've said so far?" he asks incredulously.
"You have concerns over supplies and logistics. I have heard you, now begone and let me return to my duties." Surtr states and goes to enter his tent.
Michael just runs a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do... Surtr may or may not actually deal with his concerns, but regardless he was unnerved by potentially putting his friends at risk by following him. He wasn't the same kid who got ambushed by bandits who seemingly had a bright head on his neck... Now he was just an arrogant, whoring douchebag.
"Fuck it, I'll handle my own forces." he mutters to himself. Let Surtr's side crash and burn while his picks up the pieces.
He begins to walk away but get's stopped by a couple heavily armoured Nords, mercenaries if he had to guess, that or elite Stormcloak soldiers of some sort. "Look, I'm already in a shit mood so just move aside and we'll get on with our day."
"Aye, but first you apologize to the Dragonborn. Say what you want, but he's born of the gods, even the likes of you shouldn't disrespect him!"
"So you do know who I am... Alright," he coughs into his fist, "Fuck Surtr, fuck you, fuck your mother, fuck me, fuck Akatosh, fuck Alduin, and fuck Talos. Now piss off and go get drunk somewhere." he growls, forcefully moving past the man and causing him to stumble backwards.
"You piece of-" he starts but gets thrown over couple of tents with a small use of telekinesis. This also promptly has the others moving away while showing their palms.
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By the time Michael reaches the area of the camp where the Eredar and Volkihar had set themselves up, rumours his actions had already spread through the camp, the stories getting more and more exaggerated with every telling.
"Serana, Irarus, we need to talk."
"Talk? You mean a 'talk' like you had with the Dragonborn?" the vampire asks with a smirk.
"And what does 'talk' mean? I literally spoke with him ten minutes ago... How do you even know about it?"
She shrugs, "One of ours mentioned it, I don't know who told them though. As for what your 'talk' was? Apparently, you and him had a brawl which sent you running..."
Irarus nods, "Untrue we thought, and so it seems since you look like you're fresh from bathing, my friend."
Michael palms his face, "Alright, tell your people to pack their shit, we're going back to Winterhold, I've had enough of Surtr waving his cock around like he owns the place."
"W-what? Isn't this for the sake of the world? We can't just leave!" Serana objects with Irarus nodding with her.
"We're still participating, just not with Surtr's forces. My 'talk' with him was about his complete lack of supplies or command structure. The muscle-head probably just assumed that people would pack their own supplies, which is just stupid on so many levels... Me and Tiff will transport our guys to Skuldafn with magic, we'll let Surtr's guys distract everyone while we come in through the back. Good?"
Serana nods, "Sure. Honestly, I'd rather have you leading us. I spoke with the Dragonborn yesterday and the whole time he just stared at my ass..."
Irarus snorts, "Did you notice him tip-toeing when he spoke with me? Trying to match me in height, ha!"
Michael sniggers along with them, "Just make sure to keep this quiet, don't want to cause a panic by having everyone leave at once. Who knows, they might not even know you're gone."
"Doubt it... No one else is as big or blue as the Eredar..." Serana remarks.
After some more discussion, Michael leaves to accomplish his new goal... Scouting out Skuldafn temple to find a good place to portal in, along with just the basic scouting information on defences, fortification, and enemies.
With [Cloak and Dagger], [Shadow Dance], and his numerous other movement abilities, it isn't hard for him to reach the area around the temple. It takes around a day to get there, though most of this is just locating the place instead of the time for travel.
He kept far away from the place, mainly due to the draugr's ability to sense him despite his invisibility. He flies up high and takes many photos of both the enemy forces and the temple itself, not to mention the large glowing portal on the roof that presumably led to Sovngarde.
After he'd done that he returned to Riften and dropped a few copies of the photo's on both Brynjolf's and Surtr's desk. Making sure to do so while the Dragonborn was absent to prevent himself from kicking the guy's teeth in.
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