บท 392: Dealing With Devils
"Is this the right place?" Michael asks, glancing around the place to make sure nothing was sneaking up on them.
"Seems so, I can sense Shalidor's trinket... It seems that we've arrived some distance from it however. I suspect we'll have to fight our way through this realm."
"What realm is this anyway? And does anything rule it that we have to look out for?"
The Arch-Mage rolls his staff around in his hand, "There are tens of thousands of planes in Oblivion, most are ruled by a Daedric Prince, but some are so far out of their spheres of influence that they escape their notice. Take this one for example, the closest to it would be..." he pauses while taking the time to cast a spell, "The Myriad Realms of Revelry ruled by the Prince of Debauchery, I'll not state his name due to the obvious, and I'd advise you to do the same... Anyway, this plane had been almost entirely ignored, and so these inhabitants have staked their claim." he says, gesturing towards the creatures and structures off in the distance.
"So we don't have to worry about getting mind-fucked or disintegrated or something? Good..." Michael says with a sigh of relief.
Savos casually shrugs his shoulders, "I wouldn't be at ease yet, Apprentice. Just because the Prince's may not bother us does not mean that there are no threats at all. This is still Oblivion, a place of chaos where power determines everything. Stay on guard."
Michael nods, "Will do... Any idea on where we're going though?"
"Yes, our quarry is... Over there." Savos says while pointing at a floating island over in the distance which had an almost church-like structure built atop it, only with a more demonic look.
"Uh huh... And how do we get there? Can you fly?" he asks.
The Arch-Mage shakes his head, "No, but there are usually alternatives. As Oblivion is so chaotic, some magics are easier to utilise than others. Magic as a whole lost a lot after the Oblivion crisis, but those willing to scrape through the ashes can recover some things." he says, grabbing Michael's hand before they both fade from existence, reappearing on a floating island that was between their destination.
Unfortunately, the duo wasn't alone...
*Skreeeeeeeeeee!!!*
A winged Daedra screeches, alerting all nearby creatures before it darts towards the duo, claws ready to tear them apart... Only for a wave of fire to incinerate, courtesy of the Arch-Mage. Its smoking corpse drops to the ground next to some more charging quadrupeds that looked like what'd happen if a lion bred with a komodo dragon.
"Let's not dally Apprentice! Remove these creatures so we can continue!" Savos says while incinerating another group of Daedra.
Michael didn't need to be told twice, pointing a finger at the center of them all and casting "Winter's Curse!"
The creature is frozen solid as its allies skid to a halt, all of them turning to face their frozen comrade with a brutal gleam in their eyes. Not another moment later they all sprinted towards it, biting, clawing, and crushing the frozen creature in a berserk frenzy.
The curse was VEEERY effective against large weak groups of enemies, with them all grouped up like that, it was to easy for Michael to cast a couple Dragon Slave spells to finish them all off.
"Impressive. You've learned a lot since last you showed me."
Michael shrugs, "I can show you some spells later, we've still got a job to do, remember?"
Savos nods, "We'll be at our destination after this, so be prepared for whatever we may face." he says, grabbing Michael and teleporting another time, the two of them appearing outside of the doorless entrance to the 'church' building.
The Arch-Mage is the first to step inside, Michael follows closely behind but pauses when he gets a glimpse at the interior decoration of the place... It looked like a traditional warm home, with clean wooden floors, nice furniture, a well-outfitted kitchen, etc...
"Xalracious! Show your face and return what is rightfully mine!" Savos exclaims while his staff crackles with red hot flames.
...
"No! Go away!" the hoarse voice of a Dremora shouts from the second floor, sounding eerily similar to a house-bound otaku.
...
"Savos, if this Dremora comes down with a body pillow and a neckbeard I'm going to throw myself off of this island." Michael says, not willing to accept that such a pathetic-looking demon exists.
"I don't know what either of those are... Xalracious! Come down now before I turn your home to rubble!"
...
*Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap*
A Dremora walks down the stairs with a daeric dagger in hand, he was 6.5ft with horns and the typical black and red skin. He lacked the usual daedric armour however, instead, being dressed in a leather shirt and hide trousers, clearly displaying his muscular body.
"You, Savos Aren. Why should I return what I stole when you continue to steal from ME!?"
"Stealing?" Michael questions, confused by the Dremora's words.
Savos gives a casual shrug of his shoulders, "This is one of the Dremora that I like to borrow the furniture of. I thought we had a deal, Xalracious, but it seems I was mistaken."
"IT WAS NO DEAL! IT WAS BLACKMAIL! THE CEASE OF TORTURE FOR THE USE OF MY FURNITURE THAT BELONGS TO MY CLAN!"
"A deals a deal. Now, return to me Shalidor's Trinke, or else."
The Dremora bares the dagger with a growl, "I refuse! It's mine noooww-ack!" the demon is cut off as Savos slams his staff into the Dremora's head, breaking one of his horns as he topples to the ground. He then rifles through the dremora's pockets, quickly finding Shalidor's Trinket... He wasn't finished yet however.
"Since you broke our deal, I don't see a reason not to seek compensation." the Arch-Mage casually remarks as he grabs an ornately decorated wooden chair and begins walking towards the exit. "Ah, Apprentice! Grab that table as well, it would look nice in my quarters."
"NO! NOT THAT! RETURN IT OR FACE YOUR DOOO-ACK!"
Michael follows the Arch-Mage out after knocking the Dremora into unconsciousness via a kick to the face. "So, is that all? I honestly expected more..."
Savos nods, "I did too, Apprentice. I anticipated us having to fight an entire clan of Dremora. It seems Xalracious was left to housekeep though. Nonetheless, I retrieved what I came for, let's return." he says, summoning a portal back to Skyrim.
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บท 393: Yet another duel...?
Once Michael and Savos were back in the College they weren't greeted with the sounds of quiet serenity or studious lectures however, instead, someone was rapidly banging on the doors to the Arch-Mage's quarters, indeed, it sounded as if they'd been going for a while...
"No rest for the weary..." Savos sighs as he dexterously tosses Shalidor's Trinket onto a nearby shelf before making his way over to the door. "Yes?" he asks as he opens it, revealing a slightly sweaty-looking Saya...
"Did you need something Apprentice?" Savos asks, but Saya surprisingly just looks past him and at Michael with a worried frown.
"Michael, Megumin's gone nuts and challenged the Thalmor guy to a duel!" Saya exclaims, causing both him and the Arch-Mage to pause.
"SHE DID WHAT!?" he erupts, his voice cracking slightly as he screams.
"We can't waste any more time! The duel is going to start at any moment! D-did I forget to mention that Megumin's drunk!?"
...
Savos wets his lips as he considers the situation, "I imagine that she was the one who initiated the duel?"
...
Saya nods, "She was... I heard that she stumble into him and announced her magical superiority to his face... I don't know if that's true, but if she wasn't drunk I'd beat that stupid girl!"
"Then, there is nothing we can do but observe. The rule about duels in the College are as harsh as they are ancient. Even with your friend's inebriated state, a duel is a duel..." the Arch-Mage solemnly says.
"Well, fuck the rules, I'm gonna go beat that piece of shit elf to death!" he growls while marching towards the doors.
"I would advise you to stay your hand, Apprentice... The situation with the Thalmor is already tenuous at best, interfering in a duel for one of their member's honour would only worsen it. Regardless if someone was challenging a girl one-hundred-year his junior... While inebriated."
Unfortunately for the Arch-Mage, his words only make Michael's mood worse, the fact that Ancano was a hundred or so years old and still accepted a challenge from a drunk fifteen-year-old Megumin nearly sent him into a flying rage.
"I'm going to kill him." he seethes, finally exiting the Arch-Mage's quarters via the stairs. Not the ones descending below however, instead, climbing to the roof so he could reach the duelling area faster.
Saya and the Arch-Mage quickly descend, electing to take the proper route.
Michael steps out onto the Arch-Mage's roof that towered above the others, quickly spotting a circle of people observing an already ongoing duel between Megumin and Ancano... It looked just as bad as he thought too... With Megumin in no state to walk down some stairs, let alone enter combat... "Piece of shit." he breathes, getting ready to finally deal with Ancano like the pest he is.
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Earlier :
Megumin wasn't really sure what was going on, one moment she was lying in bed, the next she was standing with the room spinning and churning around her... Her legs refused to stay under her despite all of her efforts, and even with how nauseously disorientating this all was, she couldn't help but to find it all so funny.
"Oooh, I feel like I'm trapped in the stomach of a Twisting Terror...? No, a Tilting Terror? Hhehe, maybe it's called both?" she murmurs to herself as she somehow stumbles out of the door of her room and through the Hall of Attainment.
Some people stop to greet her but Megumin was forced to ignore them, for fear of accidentally vomiting on their shoes. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts, she couldn't avoid everyone.
*Thud*
She ends up headbutting a tall person wearing black robes in the chest, she looks up and finds herself staring into the arrogant and dismissive eyes of that Thalmor guy... "Oh, hi Mr... Tanco?" she questions, her memory fuzzy on this guy in imparticular.
"Girl, you will apologise for laying your stinking skin on me, before I do something we'll both regret... Hm, actually, only you'll end up regretting it." he callously remarks, noting the girl's drunken state.
"Stinking!? You're the stinking one! You look like a-a bad banana, and... you smell like the gross slime you find under alchemy tables!" Megumin retorts, her posture continually shifting as she struggles to stay upright.
"And you smell like the spillage of a brewery, girl. Begone before I find a reason to harm you." he sneers, attempting to walk past... Only for Megumin to accidentally stumble into his way... Three times in a row.
"GIRL! You are really trying my patience! Begone or face my wrath!" he growls, attempting to push past one last time.
*BLLLAARRGH!*
The contestant movement is the last straw for the girl as she unloads her stomach onto Ancano's shoes, covering them in half-digested alcohol and stomach acid. Ooh, that's gonna stain.
"YOU! I'LL DESTROY YOU GIRL!" he almost shrieks as magic appears in his hands, ready to attack the girl who'd just defiled his favourite footwear.
Megumin wipes her mouth and hiccups as she looks at him, tilting her head slightly, "You want-want to use magic against me!? I-... Am the best Wizard in the world! An Arch-Wizzzard! I... Am Megumin! C-Crimson catastrophe that wields the greatest of magics!"
Ancano scowls, his anger fading as mock-plan manifests in his mind, "Is that so!? Then, would the 'Great Arch-Wizard' be too scared to duel!?"
Megumin sniffs at him as if he was dogshit she'd just stepped in, "You want to duel the great A-Arch-Wizard!? FINE! Let's duel! I'll duel you so hard!" she exclaims, attracting the attention of some passing Apprentices.
Ancano hides his smirk, "Oh? You want to duel me? Then you've put me in an odd spot!... I accept! I will defend my honour against you, girl." he announces, "We'll duel now on the roof!"
"FFFFINE!" Megumin slurs before blinking a couple times at the fact that she'd left her staff in her room.
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