Some time had passed since Ronan met with Malyn Varen, and never did any of the mad sorcerer's work interest him. He was the Arch-mage of Winterhold, and as far as his authority could go, he now had a reputation to maintain. He tried to forget about his past attempts at necromancy, so that no one would ever find out about it. However, all changed during this one night…
It was almost a year ago that Ronan was captured while trying to pass the borders of Skyrim, looking for adventure, and was almost put to death. When the dragon attacked, his destiny took a serious turn, for he had to save the world. The journey was rough, the enemies and trials numerous, but he was the dragonborn, the chosen one. His early interest in magic proved to be useful, for it was with magic that he slayed the World Eater in Sovngarde. Thankfully, he had journeyed to the college of Winterhold, where, caught up in another series of event, he had become Arch-mage. Since he was powerful, rich, and acclaimed all over Skyrim, he decided to retire from adventuring for some time, and settled himself in a nice mansion he built himself, where he had calm, a relaxing view of the lake far below, and many books to bury himself into all day.
But one calm night came banging. Ronan was immediately woken up. He grabbed his staff, looking for the source of the sudden noises. Closing in to the door, he asked the intruders:
"-Who are you and what is your business here?
-Robbery! Open the damn door right now and perhaps we will not kill you!"
A faint laugh came out of the sorcerer's mouth. Obviously these bandits had no idea who it is they were trying to rob. The bandits barely had the time to hear a Fus and a Ro that they were thrown right unto the ground. Now with a clear view on the trespassers, Ronan approached them, starting to summon a Daedra soldier. One bandit came back to his feet and plunged on the sorcerer. Blocking with his staff, Ronan maintained the blocking until the Daedra lunged his battle axe in the bandit's back. With a single blow he fell on the floor, blood spattering below him. Quickly looking in the second bandit's direction, Ronan noticed the latter was still on the floor, completely still. Before his Daedra servant could execute the unconscious man, Ronan felt merciful and cast him away. While approaching him, however, a thought sprout into his mind.
For an Arch-mage specialized in Conjuration, avoiding necromancy was difficult. The powerful art was constantly tempting him every time he saw a still body. So when he saw that unconscious bandit, far from any city, so close to his home, the temptation grew too strong for the sorcerer to resist. He hauled the body inside his mansion, using illusions to make sure he stays unconscious, all the way the basement. His mind was racing with naughty ideas…
Hello reader! Thank you for taking the time to read this! It is my first time writing a fanfiction, and I am yet not sure at all where this one is leading. So I would really appreciate if you could tell me what you think, as to make my first experience as nice as possible!