Wow... Thank you ... seriously, thanks to everyone who has read, commented, followed and favorited! I can't thank you enough!
Ok, so, I will try to mantain an update schedule of two weeks between each chapter. It's seems a lot, I know, but because of college (last year engineering is a bore), I'm not finding the time to write much and wanted to have a ... a certain amount of chapters ready before posting one (having a two or three already prepared).
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So... Disclaimer Time!
Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim does not belong to me, all rights are held by its developer Bethesda Softworks. Warcraft II: Tides of Darkness and Beyond the Dark Portal, Warcraft III: Reign of Chaos and The Frozen Throne and World of Warcraft do not belong to me, all rights are of its developer Blizzard Entertainment. All my OCs belong to me.
"THU'UM" - Dragon Shout
"THU'UM" - Dragon Language or no-Common/no-Cyrodilic Language.
"Hello!" - Normal Language
The Dragon Never Sleeps - Part 2
"FUS RO DAH!" Shouted the dragonborn. The Unrelenting Force Shout created bluish shockwaves that traveled at great speed and clashed with the altmer warriors who were on his immediate front. The result was four warriors flying downhill, and a semi-circular trench dug in the snow.
Richard began to act, lining up his Crossbow to one of the archers and firing, the bolt flying and perfectly hitting the space between the helmet and the armor collar. In time for just one more shot, he loaded one more bolt and fired at another archer, the dwemeric metal tip traversing the armor in the heart region. The first warrior advancing with his sword raised was knocked down with a stab in the armpit and another in the throat, courtesy of one of the throwing knives that the Breton always takes hidden with him. Another was approaching, and was presented with a knife piercing his skull, thrown by the dragonborn.
The dragonborn drew back and took a deep breath, feeling again his body and soul warm up with the use of yet another Shout. "YOL TOOR SHUL!" And an inferno was ejected from his throat, an immense ball of fire turning the snow into vapor instantly, as well as incinerating three more warriors and a mage who were caught by it. The Breton satisfied with the work, did not notice a spell coming toward him, the Thunderbolt striking his shoulder. He grunted, staring at the mage who had hit him. It had not caused much damage, his race is particularly resistant to spells, but it was nonetheless irritating. He grabbed another knife, now from his belt, and shouted, "WULD NAH!" which propelled him at absurd speed against the mage, and plunged the knife into his heart, enough to throw the body back. But that did not mean that the other fighters stood still: the two other wizards, with their hands glowing in purple light, pointed forward and summoned each Storm Atronach, creatures made of pieces of floating rocks, gases and lightning, coming directly from one of Oblivion's planes.
Retrieving the knife, Richard positioned himself to face the creatures and the rest of the troops, but the sound of a projectile flying and striking one of the magicians, thus undoing one of the conjurations, brought a smile to his face. Lydia had a bow in her hand and prepared another arrow to shoot at another enemy, and accompanying her came Sofie who wore a Dwemer Armor, her right arm holding a shield of the same material and her left erect, preparing to cast a fire spell. An arrow coming toward the housecarl was intercepted by the girl's shield, while the housecarl shoots at another warrior, also killing him.
"I thought you were going to miss the party!" Richard shouted, then flipped sideways to escape the creature's stone fist.
"It took a little persuasion to make them stay indoors ... and Sofie needed to put on the armor," Lydia replied, putting her bow away and taking out her steel sword and shield, running off into the middle of the battle.
"And I also needed to get your sword that you insisted on not taking out!" the Nord girl said, her left arm launching a medium-sized Fireball against another warrior, who used his shield to block. It was not as effective as his armor began to magically catch fire, but he continued to run toward her, catching moment to strike with his sword. She simply smiled and looked down, the warrior doing the same ... but not in time to stop his attack and not step on a red-orange runic circle, which promptly exploded and threw the elf back. Before he even recovered, an ice spike hit him full and pierced his armor.
The girl then took advantage of the gap and threw her father's sword to him, who caught her in the air after dodging a Lightning Bolt from the elemental. Richard's sword might be called a war rapier, since its handle was actually from a rapier, but the blade resembled more of a cyrodilic side-sword. He smiled, taking his faithful companion into his hands again, and narrowed his eyes, pinning them to a spot behind the Atronach, where an archer was shooting arrows into his family. The dragonborn then ran, jumped, and used the floating rocks of the creature as a platform, ignoring the not-so-painful shock on his leg, to sink his sword into the high elf's collarbone.
The housecarl advanced against one of the warriors, striking him in the face with her shield and making a cut in his lumbar with her sword. He responded equally as he ferociously attacked with two swords at the same time, creating two cuts on her, on the right biceps and thigh. "Grrr... should have accepted that new armor..." she grunted, retreating and positioning herself defensively so as not to give way to an attack.
"Bow to the superiors, Nordic bitch! You and this half-breed abomination will pay for what you did to Lady Elenwen!" the thalmor screamed and moved forward again, attacking as if it were a cyclone made of blades, giving Lydia no chance to fight back, only to defend herself and deflect the blows.
"You'll pay for saying that, elf! You can insult me, but never the honor of my Thane!" she shouted as well, and surprised the warrior by holding both his swords with hers, and punching him with the edge of the shield on his head. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, she pressed the attack with fury, until in a moment of distraction caused her to cut the throat of the elf, who watched her horrified and gurgling, as he fell to knees holding the wound. He still tried to use one of his hands to use a healing spell, but Lydia was faster and cut of his head "Die you honorless worm!".
Nearby, Richard faced two warriors while trying not to be struck by the mage's spells, and Sofie bombarded the remaining archers with explosive fireballs. The dragonborn fought the two swordsmen efficiently, no movement spent, never using his enormous strength excessively, after all, the battle was practically won. With a flick of his wrist, he disarmed one of his opponents and took advantage of the moment of distraction to make a cut at the hip, just above the thigh, the leather of the armor being cut like butter. The elf screamed in pain, kneeling on the snow as he held the cut. Richard lifted his sword to give the coup de grace, when a scream cut the sound of the battle: "AAAAAARGH!" "Lydia!". The desperate call of the housecarl's name from his daughter made all his movements stop, the elf forgotten on the floor while bleeding.
The Breton turned, and saw the Nordic woman trying to get up, sparks coming out of her body. Ahead of him, the Storm Atronach swirled furiously, a layer of sparks and mini-lightnings danced through its stones, indicating the use of the Shock Cloak spell. It approached the warrior who was still trying to get up, some stones floating in his body forming a fist and hitting her. She screamed again, the fist hitting against her steel helmet accompanied by another electric shock. Sofie tried to advance with her shield, but the two archers and the remaining mage did everything to prevent her advance. One more punch, and one more scream, now making the housecarl go down.
"Lydia! Alright, enough with playing fair!" cried the dragonborn, his fury increasing threshold. He strengthened himself, returning his focus for the elven warriors, the one he had struck coming back at his feet after the yellowish light indicating the use of a restorative spell leaves his body. "KRII LUN AUS!" he shouted, and a purple shockwave passed through the warriors. The power of 'Marked for Death' showed when their armor and skin began to turn pale, and cracks of the same color as the Shout's energy became visible. They simultaneously screamed in pain, screams that went silent as the dragonborn impaled them with the sword, the formerly strong armor becoming fragile as if made fabric.
Already the first daughter removed from her alchemy's bag a great bottle, throwing it with all her force in the general direction of the archers. The oily liquid rocked the bottle and turned it unctuously. But that was what she wanted, for with a simple Fire Ball, the flask exploded and bathed the elves in a hell of flaming oil, burning them, where she ending them with a Chain of Lightning, the spell jumping from one to the other and putting an end to their lives. She then returned to pay attention to the housecarl, rushing toward her and attacking the offending Atronach with another volley of fire balls, which didn't even disturb him.
"No! You will not help that whore!" Elenwen, who had slipped unnoticed from the fight reappeared, her two hands outstretched and casting a Fire Ball spell on the father and daughter duo, stopping the dragonborn for a moment but causing the daughter to stagger and fall. The spell left his clothes burned, but he ignored them, needing to be quick to defeat the conjured creature. "Graaaaah! I'll have to use this sooner than I expected! You, mage! Stop they with that!"
"Yes, my lady!" the mage said, taking a parchment from her robes and unrolling it. As she forced her magick into it, the scroll began to fall away, turning to ashes, and her hands began to glow in a greenish tint. Glancing in the direction of her enemies, she released the spell, which resulted in a horizontal semicircular shockwave, which crossed everyone in front of her: Lydia, Sofie and Richard.
"WUL-" he Shouted again, but was interrupted by the shockwave that made all his muscles stop at the same time. He fell to the floor, his mouth open, unable to do anything as the Atronach advanced against his oldest friend. He struggled, feeling his body struggle against the actions of the unknown energies that rooted him in place.
"Let's make her an example of what happens to those who meddle in the plans of the Aldmeri Dominion! Mage!" Elenwen gave the order, her eyes glittering with murderous joy.
"Yes, Lady Elenwen. Atronach, put an end to this inferior being." the mage complied, signaling to the creature to finish its service. The Storm Atronach floated toward Lydia and used its large stony hands to grab her by the neck, holding it for all to see, then began to choke her. The housecarl began desperately to kick the floating stones as she tried to scratch and punch the hand that held her with her steel gauntlets, with no effect whatsoever. Disliking the attitude of the human, Atronach struck his final blow, a Lightning Bolt spell at point-blank that pierced her belly, the impact zone turning charred black. He opened his hand and let the smoking body of the human fall, his connection with the mortal realm ending and being wrapped in a purplish portal.
"LYDIAAAAAAAAAAAA!" cried Richard, his body finally overcoming the paralysis and running toward the Nordic woman, who still spasmed as the electricity ran through her. He dropped to his knees, tears falling from his face, as he hugged his friend's body, already knowing he could not do anything else. There was no more pulse, the shock being strong enough to stop the heart. Just behind him came Sofie, who left her shield on the ground and hugged her father tight, also crying. "No, no, no! This can't be happening!"
"Ha haha…. ahahahahah! See Dragonborn-" she spat out the word like it was made of poison "-which happens with who gets in our way. But do not worry, soon you and your family will join her!"
The Breton wiped his tears and looked at his daughter, who, even crying, nodded, holding the body of the one she regarded as her aunt. He stood up, and looked toward the elf, his eyes now losing all their greenish color to a golden that shone with power, and his pupils turned to look like those of a dragon. "... Elenwen... you lost your Vazaha Lahney... WHEN I FINISH WITH YOU, NOR YOUR ZII, WILL EXIST! WRAAAAAAAAH! ". An oppressive aura filled the area, the shockwave from Richard's powerful scream spreading snow everywhere, the windows from the rooms above his house shattering. With every step he took, the snow turned to steam.
The Thalmor agent began to step back, at the same rate as Richard was advancing against her, along with the wizard who had gone to her side. Her eyes widened, and for the first time she began to feel pure fear for her life. It was not a man who was walking in his direction, but a beast, the most powerful of them: a dragon. She turned quickly to the mage, and commanded in a trembling voice. "D-Do not stand still! Use another scroll! I must do the incantation!" despair was evident in her voice.
"Y-yes! Yes, my lady!" with her hands shaking, the elf mage took another scroll and reworked the previous process. When the shock wave came near the dragonborn, he simply passed through as if it didn't even exist, increasing the speed of its march. "It's not working Lady Elenwen!"
"Keep throwing all that you have at him!" Elenwen shouted, while taking from her enchanted purse a large golden artifact, a large roll of parchment with two stems at each end. It was one of the legendary Elder Scrolls, scrolls so rare and powerful that they say that they are pieces of creation. Richard widened his eyes in the moment he recognized them, but the questions of 'How did she find one?' And 'What is she going to do with him?' didn't even go through his mind as his vision tunneled again as he increased his speed, the battle cry still in his throat.
"If I have to make this sacrifice to see this world free from you, Dragonborn, then I will do it at any cost!" she opened the scroll, the immense flow of energy making it shine white. The Elder Scrolls could only be read with relative security in the presence of the sacred Ancestral Moths, and yet there were still risks. Elenwen did not have them. The elf wanted only to use the power of the scrolls to activate the ritual. A ritual that, ironically, was very much alike the one the old Nordic warriors used to banish Alduin for the future. "Lord Auri-el, King of the Aldmers! Grant me your sacred power for this contract to be heard! Begone, Dragonborn! By words older and more right than your body and soul, I destroy all the bonds that you, your family and your belongings have in this world and I send you to another! You are banished! I cast you out until the end of the ages!"
With intense light consuming Elenwen's face, the prophecy and ritual were completed. The Breton's enormous mansion began to creak, and soon it was engulfed by a purple sphere, as if it were the target of conjuring magic, slowly disappearing from that reality, the cries of children still in the house could be heard until any remnant of it had disappeared. The same thing happened to Sofie, who holds Lydia's body with her own life, the two disappearing from a portal. Finally it was the Dragonborn, who slowly disappeared, but not before throwing two objects towards the elves.
Elenwen took her eyes from the Scroll, which were completely white, blinded by the power it contained. She took a deep breath and let it fall into the snow. "Finally... he's gone...". It was the last word she said, a knife piercing her skull and ending her life, while another ended the life of the mage, completing the massacre and the tragedy that happened in that place.
Vazaha Lahney - Right to live;
Zii - Spirit or Soul;