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Chương 282: Shield-Bro's

Jackle had been partnered with Bureld, the orc and the braggart barely tolerating each other's presence as they fought off a single Frost Troll. Neither was making good progress against it, with Bureld almost losing his head more than once from a frenzied swipe of its claws.

Luckily, Vilkas was well aware of the other member's weaknesses and had thus left the weaker links closer to the Whiterun guards. They sent arrows down at the Frost Troll the orc and braggart were fighting, distracting it just enough for the duo to begin hacking away at it as if they were felling a tree.

Once the creature fell to the ground with crippled legs, their battle with it was essentially over... The only thing left for them to do was finish it off, something that was actually pretty difficult during a battle... The duo was forced to ignore the slowly regenerating Frost Troll as another one breaks free from its battle with some guards and charges them.

Fortunately, the guards behind the duo manage to behead the downed Frost Troll before it could regenerate and attack the defenders from the back.

Shakeesh was also in the midst of fighting, his two Curved Skyforged Steel Swords cutting deep wounds into a Troll as it raises its arms in a weak attempt to defend itself. His attacks might not have been all that accurate or powerful, but he made up for it with speed. Given enough time he may even kill the thing with blood loss alone, an almost impossible feat against foes such as Trolls.

He was partnered with a short Wood Elf who made up for his small stature by wielding a heavy Skyforge Steel Greataxe, the head of which had been firmly planted in the Frost Troll's spine, disabling it from the legs down.

"Hah! Good hit Thausai!" Shakeesh exclaims, taking the opportunity to slash at the Troll's neck, all but severing its head barring the small bit of dangling flesh keeping it attached.

The elf grins at the praise, "You're not bad yourself, Keesh!"

"Don't call me that!"

Thausai laughs, "Sheesh, learn to lighten up!"

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The battle continues on with the Frost Troll's numbers quickly dwindling, the defending side had only lost one guard due to the man's negligence in battle, while another couple had been pretty grievously injured. Were potions not a thing, they would've died there and then.

As for Michael and Njada? They were still going strong, Michael himself becoming wreathed in flames from his skill Fiery Soul. Out of everyone, he'd been the one taking out the most Trolls... The only reason he hadn't done more was because he'd been assigned as Njada's Shield-Brother. Leaving her on her to potentially get killed was a huge no-no, and might even see him 'punished' by the others... Punished, meaning having his weapon hand cut off. Yeah, they took betrayal very, very seriously.

Fortunately, Njada wasn't a slouch in combat either. While not matching up to the Inner-Circle, she had potential. Allowing the duo to cut a swathe through the Trolls and thin out the numbers a bit so that the others could have an easier time.

Michael continued to use his magic, occasionally casting Dragonslave and Laguna blade when he could do so without harming his allies. Of course, he had to be mindful of his mana expenditure whenever he cast the latter spell, suffering mana exhaustion mid-fight would be a death sentence even for him.

Soon enough, the battle was over, Michael driving Derflinger through the mouth of the last Frost Troll, causing its large body to flop backwards dead.

The remaining warriors take one last look around the battlefield for enemies before releasing a shout of triumph, the Whiterun guards in particular cheering as if they'd just survived and won a world war...

Michael ignored them all, instead, quickly getting to work harvesting all the Troll Fat he could. For obvious reasons, people keep a good distance from him as he started hacking the corpses to pieces and harvesting the humanoid creature's tallow as if he were butchering pigs for bacon.

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To be honest, the reception they received when they got back to Whiterun wasn't what Michael had expected... Only the Battle-Born clan and the Grey-Mane clan actually gave a shit... Or maybe they were the only people who knew about the threat? Yeah, that seemed more likely, no point in causing the entire city to panic for a small army of Frost Trolls... Right?

Regardless, after a night of celebration, it was finally time to leave this place. Michael went up the steps to the Skyforge to collect the armour that Eorlund had made him, and boy, it was pretty good looking if he did say so himself.

The armour was completely black and made from half ebony scales and half ebony chainmail. The scales covered most vital areas, the chest, shoulders, forearms and back. While the chainmail covered areas that required a greater range of movement like his joints.

To Michael, it looked like a cross between the armour that the Dragon Priests wore and ebony plate amour(if it was made with scales). There was also an ebony scale skirt that reached just behind his knees to protect the weak areas of the armour, it opened up at the front however to make sure it didn't get in the way.

The only complaint Michael had, if any, was the lack of environmental protection, along with its lacking magical protection. Metal got cold incredibly quickly, which was the reason most Nord armours were fitted with many furs and padding. Eorlund also made sure to mention that while ebony was very suited to being enchanted, its magical conductivity also made its user somewhat vulnerable to magic... To most this would be a massive problem, requiring more resources to fix... But for Michael who had skills that granted magical resistance? It was only a footnote.


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Chương 283: Armour Up

Another weakness inherent to the scale and mail design was its vulnerability to blunt force trauma. Unlike plate armour, the small ebony scales would bend, twist, and deform to a limited degree. While this allowed the user a far larger degree of manoeuvrability, it also made them vulnerable to hammers and other heavy weaponry.

Blades, arrows, and other sharp implements would be stopped in their tracks, but a giant's club to the chest? His heart still might just explode out of his back from the force of it.

Still, despite its weaknesses, Michael was very happy with the armour. He clenches his gauntletted fist and slowly nods to himself, but a thought pops into his mind causing him to turn to Eorlund who was watching at the side. "Say, are you any good at tailoring?"

...

Eorlund shrugs, "I can do it, if that's what you're askin', couldn't call myself an expert though, smithing is my main focus." he replies.

Michael nods and retrieves the Book of Heroes, afterwards pulling out a bolt of the strange black fabric he'd found alongside the rest of the treasure. He'd almost forgotten about it, but hearing Eorlund's remarks about the armour had him wondering if it needed... More.

Enchanted fabrics or inert metals were apparently the way people in this world resisted magical attacks, along with just not getting hit by them in the first place. So maybe he could use the fabric to make something to go over or under his armour... He'd probably need to wear something over it when he headed North anyway, otherwise, the cold would just freeze it solid screwing with the armour's balance and the reason he'd chosen this design in the first place.

Eorlund takes the bolt of black fabric and begins looking it over, unfurling it and pulling at it to see its resistance, strength, elasticity, etc. Michael was confused however to find the man growing more and more intrigued by it the more he studied it.

"Lad, where did you get this? I've never before seen anything like it!... First a pile of ebony and now this? I hope you're not trying to seduce me, because I'm both too old and already married." the old Nord jovially remarks.

"Being too old and married is the only reason?" Michael sarcastically asks while taking a tentative step back. "I'm not going to become your material sugar daddy, so go bark up another tree."

Eorlund just shakes his head and chuckles, "I need to get something, wait here would you... It might be important." the old smith says before leaving, handing Michael the bolt of fabric as he rushes away.

Not long afterwards, he returns with a book in hand... A very old-looking book not written in traditional Tamrielic script. Michael wasn't immediately able to read it, and he couldn't be bothered to try either, as Eorlund made it clear that it was a family heirloom.

The man skims through the book before quickly pointing at a page, one depicting a strange plant with green leaves and a black flower head. It looked somewhat similar to a rose, but it differed in that it sprouted a small black, cotton-like material... Or so Eorlund says.

"Ebonthread... It might really be that..." Eorlund says as his finger taps the drawing, a contemplative look on his face.

"Ebonthread?" Michael inquires, already liking the name of it.

"Aye, Ebonthread... Unlike Ebony, it's said to only grow in some plains of Oblivion. Some used to grow here too from what the book says, but that was only when a Daedric Prince was trying to invade... His presence is probably what caused them to grow."

Michael weighs the bolt of Ebonthread in his hand, if what the old man said was true, this shit might be the only Ebonthread left in Tamriel... It was a shame they didn't have any plants or seeds to try and grow the stuff. "So, is it any good?"

Eorlund scoffs, "Is it any good!? I doubt you'd find a stronger fabric if you spent your entire life searching for it! Let me put it this way, ebonthread is to cloth what ebony is to iron. ebonthread clothes might just be stronger than steel plate... Or even maybe orcish. If those mage's in the Empire found out you had this then they'd hunt you for it..." (FYI, Ebonthread is way better than even Steel Plate armour in Elderscrolls Online... Plate armour, yeah shit's OP.)

Michael shrugs, not really caring about that, "Can you make anything out of it? I should have enough for a couple sets of clothes." he says, wanting to outfit both himself and the girls. After all, who wouldn't want to outfit their friends with arrow-proof robes?

Eorlund lets out a forlorn sigh, "No, I wouldn't dare try my hand at it and risk ruining the material. An expert in tailoring is required..."

"Any suggestions?" Michael asks, knowing that a famous smith like Eorlund would have contacts all over the place.

The man nods, "Two I can think of. The sisters who run that clothing store in Solitude, the Radiant Raiment or something of the sort... Also, keep this quiet, but I have a friend in the College of Winterhold who helps with some projects. They make most of the robes the College wears, though, I know she isn't the one who enchants them. Her name is Editth, let her know I said hi if you do go and see her."

Michael nods and stores the bolt of ebonthread in his inventory, "Thanks for your help Eorlund, seriously, it means a lot to me." he says, tossing the man a hefty sack of gold. While Eorlund had said he was happy to be paid little for the opportunity to work with ebony, his work had seriously blown Michael away.

The old man doesn't seem surprised, and doesn't say anything in response, instead just simply accepting the gold. Nord's and politeness, eh?

"I'll see you around Eorlund, I'll probably come back one day to get some more stuff made, until then." Michael says, giving a small wave as he departs.

"Good luck."


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