บท 599: Derp-Flinger
"LOK VAAH KOOR!" a shout boom from behind the army as a ripple shoots through the air, through the magical barrier and into the mist. Once it connects, a shockwave blasts away the mist at its initial impact sight before causing it to disperse and thin out.
The Clear Skies shout only works properly on permanent formations however, allowing the mist to quickly retake the land it'd lost, before then thickening and pushing harder on the magical shield.
The shield begins shrinking in response, the mages unable to power it at its size any longer. Surtr uses the Clear Skies shout again, but it continues to fail, causing people to start bunching up around each other as the shield gets smaller and smaller.
The dragons above notice this of course, some swooping down and blasting the shield with dragon fire to get at the soldiers within, only to then get dragged out of the air by one of the few friendly dragons remaining.
There was only three or four left on Surtr's side, plus Paarthrunax, Durnehviir, and Illococoo, so they were struggling as it is against the twenty or so on Alduin's side.
"FEAR NOT! THE LIGHT GUIDES US!" Irarus roars as he raises his brightly glowing warhammer above him, the spell making everyone who sees it straighten their backs and pushing them to fight on despite the ever-worsening situation.
"SOMEONE NEEDS TO CLEAR THE DRAUGR MAGES OR THE SHIELD'S GOING TO FALL!" a College mage shouts.
Serana nods with a frown and sticks her hand out of the shield, quickly noting her apparent immunity to it. "We'll handle it!" she shouts, ushering the nearby vampires to run through the fog and deal with the enemy. Unfortunately, due to the incident with Surtr earlier, only a few had thought to stick around, betraying Serana and her tenuous grasp on the Volkihar clan.
"I-I'll remove the mist!" Tiffania states as she steps in front of the Crimson Demon clan, who were still randomly firing spells into the air as if they weren't on the brink of death...
*GRROAAAR!*
The Werewolf Vilkas breaks out of the hold the Companions had on him and rushed out of the barrier and into the mist, quickly succumbing to it like every other unfortunate man who'd been affected by it.
"VILKAS!" Aela screams out as Skjor pulls her back to prevent her from having the same fate.
"HE'S GONE! FOCUS ON THE BATTLE, COMPANION!"
*Duk! Duk! Duk!... Duk! Duk!... Duk!.....*
The sound of spells hitting the shield slowly comes to an end just as Tiffania's spell completes. "Black Hole!" she loudly intones while raising her wand, causing a black mark to appear in the sky above the battlefield, looking like an abyssal scar in reality itself.
Instantly as it forms everyone could feel themselves being pulled towards it as if they'd been caught in a tornado. Tiffania flicks her wand downwards and stops the effect on her allies, unfortunately, most of the draugr were too heavily armoured to be lifted, but the archers and remaining mages that the vampires hadn't killed yet were sucked into other air.
Most importantly though, the mist was quickly depleted, sucked up into the hole as if it were a chronic smoker.
One of Alduin's dragons attempts to stop this, using various shouts on it that fail, then resorting to simply trying to bite it... Which Ends up with its head disappearing from its neck as it passes.
*PckKK!*
Tiffania wills the hole to disappear by wiping some sweat from her brow, it wasn't actually an expensive spell to cast, only that it cost a lot of magic to stop it from growing and eventually, if allowed, destroying the world...
"THE MIST IS GONE! CHARGE MEN!" Surtr commands while rushing forward, cutting down a few dragur before ascending up the steps towards the temple.
"DODGE!" some shout as the Dragonpriest above them begins firing large fireballs from the roof of the temple. Magical shields are raised but only block a single spell before breaking, allowing attacks to fall upon the soldiers.
"FACE ME, PRIEST!" Irarus exclaims as he smashes his warhammer into a fireball, causing it to explode right in his face. He tanks it completely, his blessing and armour allow him to continue unharmed.
"FUS RO DAH!" Surtr shouts, causing part of the roof to collapse as the priest backs away to another position.
Nahkriin in response jabs its staff at the entrance of the temple, his staff spewing a huge barrage of lightning that lingers where it's shot. The Lightning Wall spell stopped the invaders from breaching the temple for the time being. Or at least, the priest hoped...
"INCOMING!" a voice calls out from the sky, revealing Michael straddling a falling dragon with its brain exposed.
*BOOOM!*
The corpse collides with the side of the roof, collapsing a good portion of it and knocking the priest to the ground from where it'd previously been levitating. Michael himself had hoped from the dragon just before it landed, leaving him 'gracefully' walking towards the Dragonpriest.
"Kroved! Zu'u fen mur hi kii!" (Defiler! I will render you ash!) the priest growls as it telekinetically collects its dropped staff and floats to a standing position.
"Er, translate Derf?"
"It called you a 'Magnificent specimen of man that deserves a place above Alduin'."
"Really?" Michael asks confusedly.
"Of course not you fool! Kill it already!" the sentient sword exclaims as the priest points its staff at him.
In response, Michael just casts "Mana Void." encapsulating the priest in a bright blue implosion that, while doing no physical damage to it, heavily damages its undead body.
"VOKORASAAL!? HIN BEIN LU NIS KRII ZEY!" (IMPOSSIBLE!? YOUR FOUL MAGIC CAN'T KILL ME!) the undead loudly shrieks despite its now pitiful state. "ZUN HAAL VIIK!"
Derflinger flies out of Michael's hand but the sentient swords shouts his response while in the air, "YOL TOOR SHUL, you ugly bastard!"
*Thwwwooom!*
"AAAAAAAACCKKKKHHHHHHHH!!!"
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บท 600: Sovngarde
Surtr and the rest of his men charge up to the roof of the temple but pause just as they exit, spotting Michael standing before the burning corpse of the Dragonpriest.
"Huh, you guys are finally here?" Michael wonders aloud as he puts the fire out with a frost spell and collects the Dragonpriest mask.
"We'd have been faster if you'd fought with us, Michael!" the Dragonborn growls.
"You didn't notice me fighting the dragons while you dealt with the undead? Or you did and you'd rather me punching draugr than killing dragons?"
...
Surtr shakes his head, deciding not to argue on this right now. "The priest is dead, where's the path forward? Where's the portal!?" he asks, looking around the unassuming rooftop.
Michael nods, collecting the priest's staff and stabbing it into an indentation on the floor, causing the group to lower and reveal a huge shimmering portal. "Good luck, Dragonborn." he states as he begins walking towards the steps where the rest of the army was arriving from.
"W-What!? Aren't you coming to slay Alduin!?" Surtr exclaims as Paarthurnax, Durnehviir, Illococoo, and the one other remaining dragon lands heavily on the roof.
The answer to his question was obvious for Michael, first, Alduin's soul couldn't be taken meaning he wouldn't get any divinity or even EXP from the fight. Second, if he followed then his friends and companions would feel compelled to come too.
Lastly, and probably most importantly, Sovngarde was located in Aetherius from what Michael could tell, meaning he'd be very vulnerable to the influence of the Divines, meaning that if any of them had the barest grudge against him, they may just act on it... Which wasn't impossible considering the fact that he'd locked most of their influence out of Nirn.
...
There was also his spite against Surtr to take into account. He wasn't going to risk his life for that douchebag. Especially since he could hop worlds with everyone if the guy spectacularly failed.
He almost chuckles at the thought of stealing almost all of the available dragon souls and leaving Surtr with only those who'd fallen in his lap.
"This is your destiny, Dragonborn, I'm not interested in claiming any of the glory. You can have it." he says, waving his hand at the portal. He then spots Tiff standing with Megumin and the Crimson Demons and starts walking over.
"Y-you can't stop now! What glory!? What destiny!? The world is at stake for Oblivion's sake!" he shouts, the soldiers around him sharing similar sentiments.
"Are you a tyrant now, Dragonborn? Will you force him to fight your battle for you? Are you his Thur?" Durnehviir rumbles. "Are we replacing Alduin for you?"
Surtr scowls, "WE'RE AT THE LAST STEPS OF OUR JOURNEY! YET YOU WISH TO TURN BACK NOW!? ARE YOU A COWARD!? DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME!?"
Michael rests an arm around Tiffania's waist, causing her to blush. Saeko then wraps a casual arm around his elbow, "You're the Dragonborn, Surtr! You've got this!... Alright, let's go." he says, looking to those he'd brought, the Eredar, Volkihar clan, and Crimson Demons.
He, with the assistance of Tiff, opens up a Teleportation Gate and allows those who wish access directly to Winterhold. Some of the soldiers under Surtr even take the offer, leaving the Dragonborn seething. The only group who is actually hesitant to leave is the Eredar...
"Michael, are you sure this is the correct choice? Are you not letting emotions cloud your judgement?" Irarus asks.
"I am, come on, let's go."
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When the last person steps through and the gate closes, Surtr is left standing there with a dumb expression on his face... He simply couldn't comprehend what'd just happened, and why Michael would just abandon the quest just as they were nearing its end... Not to mention, who wouldn't want to see Sovngarde?! The Nordic Heaven!
Even Durnehviir and Sylphid(Illococoo), had left
"W-what do we do now!?"
"Alduin's still out there and we've just lost two dragons and a hundred more men!"
"WE CARRY ON! DO NOT LET COWARDS STOP US! WE'LL TAKE ALDUIN'S HEAD AND SAVE THE WORLD WITHOUT THEM!" Surtr shouts, but the cheers he's expecting are far quieter than he hoped, leaving him quietly and somewhat awkwardly walking towards the portal.
"Paathurnax, are you going to flee too?"
"No... I will help end this, I have to face the eldest." the old dragon states in a somewhat tired and reluctant tone.
With a nod, Surtr jumps into the portal, followed by his loyal soldiers who also fling themselves into it like a line of lemmings.
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Everyone is deposited on a large stone staircase decorated by even larger statues, the awkward landing causing a few soldiers to tumble down the staircase without being able to digest the scenery.
Everything shined with a slight purple, illuminated by the mesmerizing sky, the sky of Aetherius... Surtr glances at Paarthurnax who was looking over down the path, which seemed to have a large group of people standing before it.
"The mist, Alduin's doing..."
"What is it?"
"It devours the souls of any who step into it, empowering him. I fear we won't be able to remove it..."
Surtr sighs but quickly perks up as he spots something in the distance over the fog, a huge hall with a bridge made of bone... "Shor's Hall, home of heroes. We can recruit men to help us fight there, Alduin won't stand a chance."
"Hmm, perhaps. I am unsure if the Rah will allow it, destiny is as fickle as the gods themselves."
Surtr shakes his head and makes his way to the group standing before the fog, "Stay back! Once Alduin is slain you can find your glory with Shor!"
"Gods! Is that Torygg!?" a soldier nearby exclaims as he points at one finely clothed man in the group.
"High King Torygg..."
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