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Chương 331: Galvanizing Presence

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A Teleportation Gate opens up on the outskirts of Falkreath as three people step out of it. "Huh, this is different." Michael mutters as he stands on a ledge that overlooks the city of Falkreath. Unlike before, the place had already been fortified to some extent, with makeshift log walls having been set up around the city, and rickety guard towers to accompany them.

"At least they're preparing to fight, I thought we might have had to fight alone again." Tiffania adds from the side.

Megumin glances at them, "You've done this before?"

The duo shrug, "Kind of, we've always been on the attacking side though." Michael says before trailing off as he notices something odd, "What's that?"

...

"Furred blue armour?" Megumin says, "Is there something off about them? Ooh, are they a famous band of adventurers? Or maybe bandits?"

Michael chuckles but shakes his head, "I mean, some would say so. They're Stormcloaks, men serving under Ulfric Stormcloak. Their traits are being Nords and not liking Elves... That's about it come to think of it..." he says, not mentioning the way Tiffania raises her hood, it not doing anything to hide her ears due to the hood's design...

"Are we not going to help then?" the explosion girl asks.

"Of course we're going to help. It might just be annoying to deal with the Stormcloaks while we're there though." he says, grabbing the duo and casting Arctic Wind to glide down to the ground under the ledge.

The duo walks around and finds themselves standing outside of the makeshift gate leading into Falkreath, a Stormcloak soldier standing there with a bow at the ready.

"Hey, I'm Michael, we've been asked to come here by the Jarl? Think you could let us inside?"

The guard squints at them suspiciously, their grey robes giving him more pause than he'd usually have. It takes a while waiting for the guards to go back and forth between the gate and the Jarl, but soon enough Michael and his companions are walking into the Jarl's Longhouse.

Inside they're escorted by a servant into a backroom where Jarl Dengeir, a few of his Thanes, and some representatives of the Stormcloaks were waiting. The Jarl immediately notices Michael and goes to greet him however, ignoring regular procedure entirely.

"Michael! Did you get my letter or have you just come to visit? From what I know a horse from Winterhold should have taken half a week!" he loudly says while clasping Michael's arm in a friendly manner.

Er...

Shaking his head, Michael returns the gesture and gives a firm squeeze to Dengeir's forearm in return, "You're right, the Courier reached us as we were coming to visit. Didn't think we'd be walking into a warzone, to be honest."

"What luck!... For me at least. Maybe you and your friends should look into finding a four-leaf clover of something. Who's the new girl?" he suddenly asks, looking at Megumin.

Michael answers before she can start shouting some chuuni shit again, "That's Megumin. Charlotte and Illococoo would be here but, they've got other things to attend to. They say 'Hi' by the way." he explains, not wanting to risk offending the Jarl with something so small.

Dengeir nods, satisfied. "I'll ask this first, do you wish to help Falkreath? I'm sure we could handle ourselves without it, but, I've been wanting to smack some heads together for a while now. Are you in?"

Michael nods, "Of course. What's with your 'visitors' though..." he asks, subtly nodding his head at the Stormcloaks in the room.

"Them? Hah! Get this! I sent word to Solitude to have some soldiers sent, but they refused! The High King said that 'some bandits and rebels' weren't enough to muster troops." he gives a dry spit to the floor, "Bah! I know it's those fuckin' Elves holding things up again!" he says, before noticing Tiffania's ears and wetting his lips with an apologetic look, "Force of habit... No offence intended."

Tiffania shakes her head, "None taken... From what I've heard, the Thalmor deserve the hatred they've garnered."

Dengeir nods enthusiastically, "She's a keeper, lad, don't let some pounce poach her under your nose!"

Michael smiles and smacks Tiffania's ass, causing her to give a quiet yelp as a pinch response, all while Megumin blushes at their antics, "No problems there, my Jarl. She holds my heart and I hold her ass."

"M-Michae-" Tiffanias starts but the group is interrupted as the largest fur-wearing man in the room calls them over, "Stop lolly-gagging already, we've got a war to win!"

"Ah, right." Dengeir mutters, bringing the trio over to the table which held a map of the region, "This is Galmar Stone-Fist, Housecarl of Ulfric Stormcloak and overseer of the Stormcloak forces."

Galmer nods with crossed arms, "Hail, you're that foreigner, Michael, yes? I've heard of you... Fighting off Trolls with the Companions in Whiterun and hunting dark wizards in Winterhold. You're making quite the name for yourself."

"Huh, didn't think people bothered to notice..."

"The Stormcloaks notice. Missing talent is the Empire's territory." Galmar says while ignoring Tiffania and Megumin and looking over at Nenya, the Jarl's Steward and long-time friend. "Elf, grab us some drinks. This might take a while."

"Pardon? Nenya retorts, offended by the man's words and overall demeanour.

"Galmar, hold your tongue and stop insulting my Steward. Save your prejudice for those who deserve it." Dengeir growls and Galmar just nods neutrally.

"Er, should I be here, Jarl?" Michael asks. He knew he wasn't near important enough to be present for this kind of thing.

Dengeir just shrugs, "Your choice. Having your input might help or might not. You can go with Nenya and we'll talk later if you like."

Michael nods, "I'll do that. Leave the guys who know what they're talking about to sort out the tactics." he jokes before following the Altmer out. He had no wish to get involved with the higher-ups. Having his name mentioned by the people in this room might attract the attention of other more annoying Nobles. Not to mention the fact that Ulfric might try to recruit him.


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Chương 332: Plannin'

Nenya makes small talk with the trio within the main hall of the Longhouse, and as opposed to Galmar's earlier words, it doesn't take long for a plan to be decided. The planners all depart and Dengeir meets back up with the group and explains the basic plan that they'd come up with.

Until recently the Forsworn had kept their actions to village raids and or occasional merchant ambushes. But now they've started gathering their numbers, likely in preparation to attack the actual city.

Fortunately, bandits and crazy hag raven worshippers didn't have the best military structure, making them terribly slow when it comes to this sort of thing. This allowed Falkreath to learn of their plans, and start to prepare accordingly.

The Forsworn had allied with some cultist orcs down at Cracked Tusk Keep and were using it as a base of operations. The ruined fortress was directly West of Falkreath, and was close enough to threaten the city nearby just by its presence alone.

Falkreath's economy had essentially been put on hold. No lumbering could be undertaken, no hunting, no trading... Even adventurers were wary of the Hold, which, when considering how suicidal most of them were, really said something.

While the Fortress itself was ruined and dilapidated. Its walls would still prove to be an incredible obstacle to overcome. Indeed, unlike a regular castle, the walls were hard, yet brittle enough to collapse on any unlucky attackers.

Not to mention the various reinforcements the savages would have made in the meantime. Attacking into the Forsworn traps and defences would be arduous, costly, and overall, not worth the effort.

Despite all of this, offence was the only solution to this. Extermination of the Forsworn general Newmi, who'd been the head of the Forsworn operations in Falkreath Hold.

Unfortunately, Falkreath's lack of any siege weapons only raises the difficulty of an attack on Cracked Tusk Keep. Even with the Stormcloak's here to assist, breaching it in direct assault would be impossible with their current forces.

Megumin could have blown the place to pieces if given the choice, but Michael would not let that happen under any circumstances. They definitely didn't need the attention such firepower would garner.

Thus, the plan Dengeir, Galmar, and the others had come up with. They'd have archers equipped with vials filled with alchemical oils that would act as napalm when shot. They'd be used against the new wooden repairs of the fortress, and while the Forsworn dealt with that, a small elite force would sneak around the back and attack there.

The Forsworn would be forced to react to both attacks, Dengeir and Galmar were hoping that the group's lack of discipline and overall savage nature would leave holes that they could exploit.

There were problems with this plan of course. If Newmi was smarter than expected, then Falkreath's forces would be split, isolated, and easier to fend off. The Hag Ravens had to also be mentioned, the dark creatures had the potential to be stronger than most Mages. There was no telling how effective they'd be until the battle actually started.

Michael was sure things would go alright though. Even if shit hit the fan, Tiffania and Megumin had enough power to hold their own, and he could just assassinate the Forsworn general to end finish it anyway.

Once Dengeir was done explaining the plan, he goes off and changes into some ornate steel armour, a helmet hiding his bald head and making him far more intimidating than usual. "Well then, I don't suppose you three have got armour to wear? I know you use magic but, those robes look awfully thin." he remarks.

"Wait, are we going now?" Michael asks, surprised at the abruptness of it all.

He nods, "Aye, better do it now before their spies have a chance to warn them. And yes, they have many spies." he adds.

"Well, our robes are tough enough... I brought some armour with me as well." he says. The three of them were wearing their Ebonthread robes, he'd had some made for Megumin not long after she'd been summoned... She was very particular with the style of it however.

Even with how cold the weather in Skyrim was, she'd wanted her legs to be exposed. Something he and Eddith refused to allow. Still, she got some of her wishes, including the red accents and the peculiar witch's hat that looked remarkably similar to her original one.

Michael comes back after equipping his ebony scale mail over his robes, causing Dengeir to gape at him. "What? Is it not good enough?"

The man shakes his head, "Here I am, the Jarl of this Hold, in steel armour, while you're wearing stuff made of gods blood! Where'd you get the material for that!" he exclaims while pointing at the black armour.

Michael shrugs, "Got lucky? Anyway, don't we have a fortress to breach?"

Dengeir nods, "Right, let's get to it then." he says as he hefts a heavy steel warhammer.

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The troops are quickly mustered and led out of Falkreath towards the West where the enemy fortress lay. About a quarter of them were left behind to defend against a retaliatory counterattack, but no one thought such a thing would come to pass.

Michael glances over to Tiffania and Megumin who were walking beside him. The latter looked both excited and wary, probably because this was the first battlefield she'd be entering. He was pretty proud of how calm Tiffania looked though, she'd come a long way from the scared civilian that she once was.

"Alright, I hope I don't need to say this but I'll do it anyway. Megumin, no, fucking, explosions. Okay?" he emphasizes.

She nods, "Of course, what do you take me for? I'll stick only with the magic I've learned in this world!" she smugly retorts, as if she knew something he didn't.

...

"Tiff, keep her with you. She's your Familiar, so any trouble she causes will be your responsibility," he says semi-sarcastically.

The Half-Elf smiles, "We will be fine. Won't we?" she asks Megumin with an eye smile that promises many bad things.

Megumin shivers under it but forces herself to nod regardless, "Of course! I never go against my word! A Crimson Demon cannot lie!"

...

"Right..."


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