Will the Elder Scrolls series be in the Mass Effect universe? If it is, it will take some time before someone notices. Probably Joker.
The sun goes down upon the Ankh,
And slowly, softly fades -
Across the Drum; the Royal Bank;
The River-Gate; the Shades.
A stony circle's closed to elves;
And here, where lines are blurred,
Between the stacks of books on shelves,
A quiet 'Ook' is heard.
A copper steps the city-street
On paths he's often passed;
The final march; the final beat;
The time to rest at last.
He gives his badge a final shine,
And sadly shakes his head -
While Granny lies beneath a sign
That says: 'I aten't dead.'
The Luggage shifts in sleep and dreams;
It's now. The time's at hand.
For where it's always night, it seems,
A timer clears of sand.
And so it is that Death arrives,
When all the time has gone...
But dreams endure, and hope survives,
And Discworld carries on.
Sorry, I just found out Terry Pratchett died. Read this, and I think something broke.
I'm leaking as well, that's natural... Right?
"May the sun be ever warm on your back."
You can close your eyes to something that you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to something you do not want to feel.
OK, sappy feelings aside, I've decided to change the story slightly...
Khajiit/Shepard gender-bend!
"Bold" - Dragon tongue.
"Italics" - Tamriel common. Omni-tools won't translate.
Italics - Dragon's tongue translation.
Larak turned his attention towards the pair of automatons, both staring at him in what he could only describe as calm curiosity.
The Khajiit also approached, causing both of the automatons to turn towards him before they seemingly focused on his tail, emitting seemingly questioning creaks.
The blue girl seemed to have fainted, maybe she had not had enough rest. It definitely looked like it. Maybe a bit of shock and malnutrition as well.
"This one is curious as to what you wish to do with these automatons." Stated Za'sien. Causing Larak to smirk in his direction.
"Then let this be a lesson for you." He answered. Before turning towards the automatons and breathing in deeply.
He lashed out with the Thu'um, using a Shout that he was not proud of, but grateful for making.
"Hah, Zii, Dii!"
Mind, Spirit, Mine
The shout tore through one of the automatons, sending it flying away lifelessly. Clattering against a wall. It's soul tearing away from the machine, spiraling towards the Orsimer, before spearing into him, sending him to his knees as the beings knowledge filtered into his head. He immediately filtered it, shoving it away so he could come back to it at a later time.
Larak breathed deeply, before rising back onto his feet. He gave the automaton a slight bow, indicating his regret, and then turned towards the Khajiit.
Taking his helmet off, Za'sien was greeted by the sight of the face of his recent opponent.
Larak had a streak of red paint going down from the corner of his left eye to two thirds down his face, off the side, looking as if he was crying blood. The other side had black paint over a trio of scars that ran across his cheek. His pitch black hair had the sides cut bare, leaving a thick line down the middle of his head.
Standing at his full height, he towered over the Khajiit and any other being in the room. He nodded towards the other automaton, indicating him to also use the Shout.
"When you use the Thu'um, do not let everything that the automaton knows in straight away. Filter it, slow it, or you will be overwhelmed." Larak stated.
He looked at the blue female, Asari, he shook his head at the sudden intrusion into his mind, before dismissing it. It must have been what they were called.
Nodding his head, Za'sien stepped towards the automaton that was still standing. Starting to panic as Larak slowed the spell down until the Khajiit mimicked Larak.
"Hah, Zii, Dii!"
Mind, Spirit, Mine
The automaton flopped backwards lifelessly. It's soul shooting out of the body and rushing towards the Khajiit, spearing into him and sending him tumbling backwards.
Larak laughed loudly in amusement, it was definitely his first time using the shout. Za'sien will probably have a headache in the morning, or when he wakes up, whichever came first.
Turning his attention to the blue... Asari, he made his way over to check on her, stepping over the corpses of the automatons leaving the hunchback, Krogan, behind. It was then that Larak noticed the heat in the cave, alternating his magicka so that it would cool him down instead of heat him up as he had needed in Skyrim, after that he sent a mild cooling spell at Za'sien and the Asari. Larak then blinked as he realized something, turning to the statue, he sent a specially made spell to keep the being, Krogan, frozen solid for a minimum of 3, maybe 4, days, even in a heated place like this.
Shaking his head once more, Larak resolved himself to glean as much information from the soul before releasing it, the self inserted words were starting to get on his nerves.
Sitting, crossed legged, on the ground after checking that the other two beings were alright, Larak resorted himself into sorting through the collection of information. Hoping to gather as much information, including language, as was possible.
While he sat and sorted through the memories, Larak softly murmured a tune to himself.
"Cold be the hand and heart and bone,
And cold be sleep under stone.
Never more to wake on stony bed,
Never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
And still on gold here let them lie.
Till the dark lord lifts his hand,
Over dead sea and withered sand."
Larak opened his eyes when he had finished sorting though the knowledge of the automatons. There was enough for the languages of all 16 races around, but not much else.
Turning his attention back towards the Asari, Larak took note that she was still unconscious, as was Za'sien.
Bringing his attention to the statue of the Krogan, he was pleased to note that the heat hadn't melted the magicka enhanced ice, but unsurprised by the development.
Larak noticed that there was the sound of approaching automatons, he calmly glanced towards the other two beings in the room, still unconscious.
Mentally shrugging, Larak called upon his magicka and focused it into what he wanted it to be. In this instance, a Deadric Conjurer would do just fine.
As the Conjurer was summoned through a portal, Larak focused his Magicka to levitate the still unconscious Za'sien and tie the Khajiit to his waist before walking towards the other being, taking a knee, Larak wrapped his arms under the Asari and then started walking towards the only other route that wasn't being blocked.
Before he left the area, he called back to the newly summoned Conjurer, "Defend this passage against any who would follow, I will take these two away from here and back to civilization."
Not waiting to see what the Conjurer's reaction was, Larak left through the tunnel, barely catching the first wisps of a fight. He found himself wanting to go back, but restrained himself, these two were still unconscious and defenseless if he went back to satisfy himself. This was the best option to keep everyone safe.
Battlemaster Kolak Brutarun led his small squad of Geth units to discover why Brurax Jonak and his unit had lost contact with the cleanup teams, just after he had reported finding the archaeologist, Liara T'soni, daughter of the leaders most powerful assistant, Matriarch T'soni.
He walked through the latest door that opened for him, turned the only corner, and met the most interesting sight in the middle of a volcano.
There, standing in such a way that made his skin itch in all the wrong ways, stood Jonak, frozen solid, a hand covering his face while the other froze behind him. A look of shocked terror spread across his face, from what Brutatrun could see of it through the hands anyway.
Unnerved, Battlemaster Brutarun stepped around the statue, hearing the Geth following him stop to examine the frozen Krogan, Brutarun also stopped and turned around reluctantly.
"Come-on, you Pyjaks, we can come back for him later. After we find out what caused this." He didn't admit it, but he was curious and scared of the ice in the middle of the volcano that glittered lightly.
Marching forwards again, Brutarun led the now cautious group forwards, past the destroyed Geth units. Some with arrows sticking out of them, a few looked like they had been dissected with a sharp, close quarters, weapon. A pair of Geth units slumped on the ground with no apparent damage, that confused the Krogan further, no apparent damage but still destroyed.
They approached the destroyed structure at the end of the corridor. That's when one of the Geth units lifted its rifle at something in the shadows in front of them.
Pulling his shotgun up as well, Brutarun stared into the shadows, trying to locate... something, anything.
"Take another step, mortals, and I will kill you." Spoke whoever was in the shadows, their voice, ragged and brutish, sent a chill down Brutarun's spine. The being held more bloodlust than any Krogan he had ever faced before, and without a doubt, Brutarun would believe anything the being said about killing.
That didn't stop him from demanding, "Who are you? Show yourself!"
The creature chuckled, and then a pair of ghostly blue orbs started glowing in the dark. The glow illuminated the creature, showing Brutarun that it was it's eyes that were giving the ethereal orbs their origin beneath it's black hooded robe.
Before his very eye's, the thing held a staff of some sort before it, just above the ground, also glowing ethereally. It waited there, not moving and seemingly not breathing.
After a moment, when Brutarun was certain the being that looked remarkably like a Human male wearing hiding robes wouldn't be moving anytime soon, the Krogan growled lowly, causing only a tightening of the beings muscles in preparation.
Then, Brutarun made a mistake. He stepped forwards, jabbing a finger at the being and opening his mouth to demand something of it.
The figure slammed it's stave into the ground, releasing a creeping, blue mist that seemed to crawl into the 'dead' Geth. The 'dead' Geth then started levitating, glowing silver-blue around all their joints and through their chassis as a stream of the same color encircled each body before entering after barely a second.
The 'dead' Geth were then placed gently back onto the ground, arrows still sticking out at vital parts of the machines and some missing parts through being hacked off.
All their weapons were pointed outwards as the Krogan and Geth crept into a circle, Brutarun wouldn't admit it, but he was terrified of what was happening.
Steeling his nerves, he stepped out of the relative safety of the circle, facing the undead Geth. "What are you doing? Why haven't you reported in yet?"
His only response was the shuffling of metallic feet as the undead Geth started moving towards him eerily, reaching towards him like the Husks did whenever they found someone up on the other levels, only slower, and less co-ordinated.
One of the Geth fired at the closest of it's undead brethren, the shotgun round causing it to stumble backwards as it turned to ash.
That was the last straw for the Krogan, who backpedaled into the encirclement and joined his Geth in shooting as meany undead Geth as he could. Out the corner of his eye, he noticed the creature throw a orb of some sort at the ground, before it turned into a portal and four figures stepped through.
Two of the were fiery... Asari like, beings that started throwing fire at his circle. The other two seemed to be made of rock, lightning and air, and they were marching ponderously towards them, shrugging off most of the rounds being shot at them.
He wasn't even sure if he would survive this, or if any others that will come down to see what had happened to them would either.
Commander Katerina Maul Shepard stepped lightly into 'Jokers lair', coughing slightly to get Jokers attention.
The pilot of the Normandy swiveled his seat around to see who had decided to approach him today, seeing the Commander, he turned back around while asking over his shoulder, "So, what can I do for you today? Got any new fancy maneuvers you want me to try out?"
Shepard smirked, "I barely trust you with the ship, not with any new maneuvers to try out." At the over dramatic pout Joker threw towards her, her smirk turned into a slight smile, "No, instead, I want to know the earliest time we can get back here if we head for Feros... now. We just recieved an emergency transmission speaking of a Geth invasion from the warships in orbit before the line went dead."
The pilot nodded, "Well, the minimum will be within the next two days, probably quite close to the end of that time now that I've said it. That's if the good Doctor is even there, that is."
Shepard groaned overdramatically, "That means I'll have to file some paperwork between those times and..." She fake shuddered, "Socialize! Oh, the horror!"
She left the pilot to his own devices, leaving him laughing uproariously in his seat, to start on the paperwork for the Prothean Data Disk they had just picked up.
Finally! Am I right? Or am I right?
Just done an English exam this morning, my mind is slowly dying here.
[Dat'z ah shokka.]
