Begining Notes: This chapter is a little longer, I hope everyone enjoys. Thanks to my beta KissxTemptationx.
"Finally, my swinging arm is getting tired." Lyric exclaimed when we came to a beautifully carved, golden door.
"He's behind this, I can feel him. I can also feel the enchantments on this door and it will take a bit to remove, which he will no doubt feel. We've lost the element of surprise." I moaned, clutching my hand. One of the soldiers was a conjurer; his zombie took a pretty good chunk out of my hand between my thumb and pointing finger.
"Goddess, this hurts." I wanted to scream. Telaendril had done a basic job of wrapping it but it wasn't gonna heal anytime soon and I'm almost sure I'm infected with something.
I knew I should have focused on Restoration more than alchemy. And to top it off, I'm starting to show signs of magical drainage. It is wrong on so many levels for a Dunmeri mage to suffer from magical drainage.
It's nearly unheard of, but I have been casting for hours.
"I know it hurts, but we have to get this door open. Lyric said he can help somewhat with sharing the magical drain." I nodded to Telaendril and we all took a casting stance close to the gate. I started the spell in which Telaendril and Lyric helped pull the magic away from the door. It was like pulling a soaked blanket from a chair, resistant but easy enough. Good judgment on Lyric's part, I wouldn't have been able to do it with just Tel.
"Gogron, your turn sweetie." We all stood back while Gogron pushed the door open. I guess a gigantic orc can be useful sometimes. In the next room, vampire and Drothmeri corpses littered the hallway downward. At the bottom of the hallway and in the main antechamber there had to be the mark.
Idiotic Telvanni.
These are bad odds even if he is lacking in the intelligence department. Six Dremora were surrounding him and he was also at full power. I could feel the physical magicka radiating off him. Telaendril didn't waste time with formalities or monologue; she drew her twin daggers and leaped at a Dremora, implanting the daggers into his shoulder and rolled him to the ground. Lyric rushed one quicker than lightning and Gogron smiled at the two in which he promptly attacked with full strength.
Oh, joy, I get to fight two Dremora and an insane Telvanni. Not that they aren't all insane, but this one takes the cake. We glared at each other; I could feel him trying to probe into my mind with some spell, which I'm warded against just by the fact of being Nirvane. I was searching the Astral Plane for a moment, finally locating the bindings that attached the Dremora to him. Like taking a pair of scissors to delicate lace, I forced the last vestige of energy to cut the bindings. Laughing at his face once he noticed what I had done, the Dremora all vanished with a feral, otherworldly scream of pain.
But with banishing them comes a price: everyone was thrown back with the blast back of Daedric summoning magic. It's me or him now.
"Not bad, for a Nirvane." I really didn't like his voice; it reminds me of my mother's.
"I'm surprised you were even capable of holding a summoned Dremora, you are only Telvanni after all. You can die now." I don't have the time to prepare for this battle but if I can get in a good shot, I can knock him down and then I might be able to raise my shields. I slammed a lightning bolt towards him which he deflected and returned a paralyze spell towards me.
I pushed out a small shield. The spell itself shattered it but kept me from being affected. I screamed in pain at the impact, my magic almost non-existent at this point.
"Stupid Nirvane, you can't even hold your spells correctly." He sneered and shot a fireball towards my chest.
The spell was traveling too fast; I knew I wouldn't have time to shield against it. I did the one thing Gogron had taught me during assassination training: shield your important parts with lesser parts. I shoved my arm upward, the spell igniting my sleeve and skin. I screamed when I rolled across the floor, the skin on my arm blackened and blistered.
I know that if I can't end this now, I'm not gonna win this. I have more skill than this Mer would ever hope to have but my magic is just so drained.
He raised his staff above his head and started walking closer to me, preparing to bring it down on my head. When he was close enough, I reached out and grabbed his ankle. I forced the last remnants of my own magic to act like a magnet to draw in his. I felt like vomiting but I managed to hold it, his magic felt so foreign in my body. I pulled on his ankle which sent him tripping backwards, forcing a shock spell through him and igniting the magical current between us.
He screamed. The scent of charred flesh, burnt hair, and slimy magic filled the air. Not the most civilized way to kill something but it got the job done. Gogron was by my side in a flash and he lifted me up effortlessly.
"Telaendril, get the razor and let's get going." Lyric was barking orders. "I can't... in case you haven't noticed, there's a six ton ebony door in front of the razor. When that bitch Arquen hides something, she really hides it." Telaendril snarled. A fresh bleeding gash formed above her right brow, and she really did look a little worse for wear.
"Who's Arquen?" I'll be damned if I'm left out of this conversation just because I'm barely coherent, damnit.
"An Altmer whore." I'm pretty sure Tel doesn't like whoever this lady is.
"High Elves aren't so bad, they're just... stupid." I think I just contradicted myself. Oh dear, Anny's starting to rub off on me.
Gogron cradled me to his Onyx clad chest, which was nice. He was really warm and it's really cold down here.
"Umm, guys... what's this?" I turned my head and realized my eyes were closed. I opened them which took more effort than it should and saw what Lyric was talking about. A man, maybe a Nord by the size of him, was in a floating orb of clear water near the eastern wall. Above the sphere were Daedric runes. I could barely make out the symbols in the dark, but as my eyes adjusted, they began to appear clear in my line of sight.
"Msirae Faythung… who names their kid Msirae? I ask you." I yelled when I read the runes aloud.
"Kinda sounds like Misery." Gogron noted. "I never would have guessed." Lyric snapped, I think everyone is a bit irritable at the moment. Telaendril gasped, everyone whipped towards her. She was pointing at the orb; the man's eyes were wide open like red cat eyes, roaming over everyone.
I wonder if he'll ever notice he's naked in there.
The water flew out in every direction, suspended in the air like little crystalline ice shards. He stood up, Daedric Armor appearing on his body.
"Who are you?" Lyric began, slowly drawing his weapon from his shoulder. The man, Msirae glared at him with those unnatural eyes. He suddenly charged, his War-Axe held high above his head. Lyric deflected the blow and returned one, throwing the man on the defensive. Gogron set me down and rushed in to help. Telaendril leaped in the air and landed right next to me in a guarding stance.
"Can you cast?" She asked without removing her eyes from the battle. I tried to conjure anything, but it fizzled.
"No..." I can't believe I'm a victim of magical drainage. I'm Nirvane, we don't suffer from magical drainage. It's so...beneath us.
"Gogron." Tel screamed. My head shot up, Gogron had been disarmed and Lyric was doubled over trying to gasp for breath. Msirae rushed at us, a war-cry echoing in my ears. Tel shot an arrow which dug into his shoulder but he kept coming with unnatural speed. He was suddenly in front of Tel and backhanded her in her chest. She flew off to the side and hit the wall, struggling to stand but it looked as if her leg was broken. Msirae raised his Axe and grinned down at me. I screamed and tried to push my energy but nothing would strike him. The air caressed my face as he swung the Axe downward.
Chapter finish, Thanks for reading. I took some creative license with how Msirae looks, but he didn't meet the expectations I had of Dagon's Champion.