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บท 334: Barbarians

Michael continues fending off the Forsworn, his job only being made harder by Dengeir's assistance to be on the front-line in obviously conspicuous armour all but shouting of his rank and authority.

His eyes dart to a Hag Raven which had conjured a blue spell in its palm and was thrusting it towards Dengeir. He steps in front of the man and activates "Counter Spell!", causing a blue shield to manifest around him.

A spear of ice hits it, but the shield ripples before sending it right back at its target. The Hag Raven had already set up a ward, which breaks as the spear shatters against it. But before he can retaliate, someone else had already taken action.

"Erase!" Tiffania exclaims as she thrusts her wand at the Hag Raven, its newly conjured Ward doing nothing to impede the Void spell as it connects. The monstrous lady's eyes go cloudy as its expression blanks. By all accounts, it was already dead, but an arrow from behind punches through the back of its head, finalizing the job.

"Hah! You're done now!" a familiar voice shouts from behind the Forsworn forces.

"Valdr? Stupid idiot, why announce your position you dumb cunt!" Michael exclaims as he spots multiple Briar-Hearts and Hag Raven's turn towards the small flanking group that'd attacked the back of the fort.

"Damn fool couldn't keep his mouth shut!" Dengeir growls before raising his warhammer, "FORWARD MEN! TEAR THESE SAVAGES APART! SHOW THEM HOW SKYRIM TREATS ITS ENEMIES! CHARGE!"

"Darth, make sure those idiots up back don't die." he says causing his shadow to ripple as it and Derflinger make their way over as ordered. With that done, he follows Dengeir, using a combination of various magic to prevent as many losses as possible. He wasn't omniscient however, so many of their forces died anyway... But his attention had certainly provided those careful and skilled enough with a buffer against the enemy.

*Slash!*

*Cut!*

*Stab!*

*Clash!*

The battle ensues and Michae looks up after dispatching yet another Briar-Heart, only to find a better-armoured Forsworn rapidly approaching Valdr's group. The man was wearing steel plate armour with many furs coating it, and an armoured deer's head as a helmet. He cuts through one of the men beside Valdr but has to back up as Darth shoots from the ground with Derflinger.

The Forsworn avoids the thrust and swipes at it with his sword, managing to cut through Darth's shadow-arm, causing Derflinger to clatter to the ground. Darth retrieves Derflinger as it does but the attacker was already moving towards Valdr who was quickly becoming surrounded.

"Damn it Valdr." Michael mutters to himself, scanning the area around Dengeir to check for danger before Blinking towards Valdr. Once there he tries to cast Serpent Wards... Tries. Rhasta's Serpents don't appear however, instead, Michael ends up summoning ten 10ft arms made of shadow that look suspiciously like Darth...

"Masster." they all intone simultaneously, knocking Michael from his thoughts. He shakes his head, "Kill the Forsworn!" he shouts and the hands nod, each sinking into the ground and appearing from the Forsworn shadows, grabbing them and beginning to throw them around like wet chew toys.

"M-Michael! Thank the gods! I thought I was done for!" Valdr exclaims but is ignored as Michael focuses on the armoured Forsworn that'd avoided one of Darth's arms long enough for a Briar-Heart to destroy it.

"You! Foreigner! I'll have your damned head!" the man shouts, as he deflects an arrow from Valdr.

Michael shrugs, pointing a finger at him and casting Laguna Blade. The sound of thunder rocks the area as the man had a head-sized hole punched into his sternum, his body lifelessly falling to the floor and beginning to seize up from the leftover electricity.

"N-Newmi's dead! Fuck! Run!" a Forsworn suddenly shouts, prompting many to disengage from battle and start fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. The only people who stay are the Hag Ravens and Briar-Hearts, who quickly get outnumbered and cut down now that the chaff had fled.

"The battle is won!" Dengeir loudly announces as the Stormcloak and Falreath forces cheer victoriously.

Michael gets pat on the back by a grateful-looking Valdr, "I owe you my life! Come, let's find the others hand drink! It's all on me!" he says, laughing despite the wetness in and around his eyes.

"Sure, and no problem." he offers, "Though, doesn't this make it the second time I've saved your ass?"

"W-hat? No, you must be mistaken."

Michael nods, "Alright, keep saying it and it might eventually become true." he shrugs.

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With the battle over the only things left to do now was to loot the place, recover the dead, and make sure any injured don't die before they can be treated. Michael wasn't involved with any of this however, instead, he, Valdr, Ari, Niels, Tiffania, and Megumin once she was able to move, moved to the Dead Man's Drink to celebrate...

Unfortunately, despite his attempts to not use anything too flashy, people had still noticed him during the battle. He was next to Dengeir for the majority of it, so he was bound to catch some eyes, but he hadn't counted on people being so attentive as to watch him teleport and one-shot the enemy general...

The only good thing about it was the fact that he and his friends didn't have to buy drinks the entire time as other people kept paying for them. Dengeir joined them afterwards as well, after he, Galmar, and the other heads had looked over reports, the dead, the injured, enemy survivors, etc.

Out of the two hundred and twenty soldiers, one hundred and sixty of which being Stormcloak, only around forty-six people had died. This was the best they could have hoped for, as the enemy had three-hundred and something Forsworn, around fifteen Briar-Hearts, and six Hag Ravens. By all accounts, it was a decisive victory, even with the losses they'd incurred.

Sadly, the joking atmosphere of the bar quieted significantly at the Jarl's next words. "So, Michael, how about it? Do you want to become a Thane of Falkreath?"

...


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บท 335: New Old Face

Michael sets down his mug of Nord ale and glances over at Dengeir. The man had just finished laughing after hearing the story of Megumin going limp mid-battle after casting her spell, but now he was all business... Michael wasn't sure what the niceties of Skyrim called for, but he imagined that rejecting such an offer would be considered an insult, especially for someone like Michael who possessed no real name or title yet.

This wasn't the game either, you couldn't just collect Thane titles like candy and ignore it afterwards. Thanes in this lane had a duty to their territory, helping manage it with the Jarl. They were essentially the nobles of Skyrim, in Halkeginia they'd be Viscounts or Baronets, and the Jarls would be Dukes and Marquess'.

If he accepted, he'd have to spend the majority of his time in Falkreath acting as a noble, something he'd hate with a passion.

Michael lets out a sigh, "I'm sorry but I can't accept."

...

"Why?" Dengeir asks looking both surprised and slightly offended at his answer.

"I'll be honest with you, Jarl. Becoming a Thane or Noble is the las thing I want. All the politics, paperwork, and responsibilities? I'm sure you've wanted to say 'fuck this' and leave once or twice." he says and Dengeir nods, "Besides, wouldn't it be better for someone born in Falkreath to take the position? After the battle I'm sure there are many worthy of it." he shrugs.

...

Dengeir lets out a hum of disappointment and leans back in his chair, sipping his drink, "Fine. I more than anyone can understand that. While I can sometimes dump my work on Nenya, you wouldn't have that luxury..." he raises his drink, "You'll be a friend to Falkreath regardless! On behalf of everyone in the Hold, thank you and your friends for coming to our aid!" he says while others in the tavern get pulled along with the man's momentum.

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In the end, Michael and the others don't bother staying the night as he feared that the Stormcloaks would attempt to recruit him... He didn't want to give an answer for either faction, as that would mean creating enemies once shit hit the fan. Like Balgruuf he thought that staying neutral was the best way forward.

Once the group returns to Winterhold College however, they're surprised to be greeted by Nirya who explains that someone was there to see them... kind of.

All three were tired after the recent battle, but since Nirya deemed it important enough to ignore her grudge towards Tiffania, they went to see what it was.

They were led into a room and were terribly surprised to find Maria lying in bed with Collete, the College's scholar of Restoration magic looking her over. Illococoo was sitting quietly at the side, looking lost and a bit unsure.

Maria looked significantly different to when they'd last seen her however, she looked younger, more vibrant, and healthier overall. Nirya and Collete leave to give the group some privacy, seeing this as something they shouldn't be involved in.

Maria looks over the group and smiles warmly at them, "Are you who I'm supposed to see?"

...

"Do you not remember us?" Tiffania asks as she'd spent many hours looking after Maria alone.

Maria frowns and shakes her head, "No... My daughter only told me to find her friends, I've met Illococoo already, so are you Michael and Tiffania?" she asks.

Michael nods, "We are."

Maria nods, "Then, I was told to give you this." she says, handing them a letter with Charlotte's signature on it.

"Hey, did Charlotte say anything about someone called Megumin?" the resident explosion girl asks, looking somewhat put out that she wasn't mentioned.

"Mmm...? No? Sorry?"

Megumin lets out a sigh, "Forgotten again..."

"You weren't forgotten, Charlotte probably thought that you wouldn't want to deal with this...?" Michael offers, not sounding convincing at all.

Tiffania opens the letter and goes through it, reading the important parts out to the group.

Essentially, it explains that Charlotte had made a deal with someone dangerous to have her mother healed, so while she was working in their service she'd like them to look after Maria for the time being.

"It also says something about Clavicu-"

"DON'T... Say his name. Speak it out loud and he'll stay listening." Michael warns, Tiffania jumping slightly since she'd forgotten that fact. "I probably should have seen this coming..." he murmurs, having known that Charlotte was being influenced by something even before they'd entered Riften.

There wasn't really anything he could have done about it though, and now that it'd happened, even tracking her down was useless. She'd made a deal with Clavicus Vile, one of the worst beings possible... But, he had an idea on how to fix it.

Once the Dragon Crises starts, he should find Clavicus Vile's dog, Barbas in or around Falkreath. He'd take the mutt hostage in exchange for Charlotte. He'd need to find a way to truly harm Barbas before that though, otherwise, his threats would just be empty.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of you and get Charlotte back." he stats to Maria with a firm expression.

The woman smiles, "Thank you. I don't know what my daughter has gotten herself into, but by the sound of it, it's not good... Erm, are you busy at all right now? Could I have a few moments of your time?"

Michael nods and she continues, "Then, could you tell me about where we are, and your relationship with Charlotte? She told me that this world isn't ours, but nothing more than that..."

"Sure. How about I tell you how we first met?" he says with a grin.

Tiffania smiles at the side, "Ah, when she tried to kill us?"

Maria quirks a brow at them, "She did what?"

Illococoo gives a brief smile at this, "Ah, I remember that. You were running all scared!"

"Well, getting chased by a crazy woman riding a dragon tends to do that."

"What dragon!?" Megumin exclaims from nowhere, having not been told of Illococoo's true form.


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