Narrating

''Narrating in speech''

Memories

YELLING/TALKING LOUDLY

This day was going to be a good day for Ronan. Gunjar was at Falkreath, and he had the whole day to experiment with Kharara and the star, something he's been craving for more than a week already. If the events of the previous day had shaken him a bit, he was now looking forward to using the spell. As he expected, when he woke up, Kharara had made breakfast. While eating, he noticed the Khajiit was still wearing his scaled armor, which still had the whole where the arrow pierced it. When they were done eating, Ronan asked him to put on back his normal clothes, and to join him in the basement. There, Ronan was glad to find the star intact, and prepared two chairs facing each other, for the experiment. He already had a few ideas he wanted to try out. As he started remembering all of these ideas, Kharara arrived in the basement.

"-Good. Sit here. I am going to cast a spell on you that will send you into this object. It might hurt a little at first.

-Anything for Master."

Indeed, Ronan could remember what being separated from your body felt like. When both were ready, Ronan lifted his hands and cast the spell. Visualize the spirit, and pull slowly with your hand. As he "pulled" Kharara's spirit, the Khajiit let out a growling sound, and fainted. The star that was on Ronan's lap was shining, and the spell was working. Extremely satisfied, Ronan put his hands on the artifact and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was still on his chair, but in the star, still facing Kharara, who had just woken up.

"-How are you feeling, Kharara?

-Fine, Master.

-Great. Now don't move and simply close your eyes."

Ronan got up, and placed himself behind the Khajiit, just like he did the first time. He placed his hands on his head, and there, were the memories. There was practically nothing left, but now there were all of the past week's memories too. He was unsure what he was going to do with them yet, but he wanted to try something else first. Indeed, putting a hand on his own head, Ronan tried to grasp for knowledge in Restoration magic to share with Kharara. A white stripe came out of his head, and he added it to the pile above Kharara's. He withdrew his hands. Did he still have his own memories? He cast a Greater Ward, everything was fine for him. Should he try to ask Kharara to cast one too? The Khajiit wasn't moving, either because of the added memories or because Ronan told him to. Going back on his chair and closing his eyes, Ronan was back in his basement in mere seconds. He touched Kharara's forehead with the artifact, and the Khajiit opened his eyes again.

"-How do you feel?

-Fine, Master.

-Very good. Can you cast a Greater Ward spell?

Kharara stood up, walked back a few steps, and cast a ward for several seconds.

-Can you try again and hold for as long as you can?

-That was already the most I can do, Master.

So even though he had gained the knowledge, he still lacked the magicka, Ronan concluded.

-Thank you, then. Sit back on the chair. We're going back into the star."

When Kharara was on his chair, eyes closed, Ronan cast the spell on more time. Following the same steps, the two arrived in the star. Giving the same instructions, Ronan placed his hands above Kharara's head. Now, he thought, he was going to make the perfect acolyte. Although Kharara was very obedient, the Khajiit lacked some emotions. Also, the "Master" still felt a bit odd. Ronan definitely wanted something closer to a friend, but still completely obedient. A slave would sound a bit too harsh. A servant would be perfect.

He wiped out all the memories, and started giving new instructions.

Your name is Kharara.

Ronan is your owner, and your friend.

Obey Ronan's every commands.

Protect and help Ronan at all cost.

You owe Ronan your life, and should never question or doubt him.

After making sure he would be fully obedient, he wanted to make sure he was strong enough to follow him anytime.

Be confident in your skills.

You should always be improving your skills in order to aid Ronan at your full capabilities.

You should strive to live, as to being able to serve Ronan.

He then shared with him some useful knowledge, such as the typical enemies found throughout Skyrim, Restoration magic, or basic information about the other schools of magic. He then shared everything he knew about various weapons, stealth and survival skills, as to make the strongest soldier. With all the space empty of any previous memory, Ronan was going to make him as strong as he could make him. Stronger than his Dremora Warriors. Stronger than a dragon. Stronger than him, even.

After spending a considerate amount of time trying to find and fill in every little detail he could find, Ronan felt satisfied once again. He liked the way this was going, and enjoyed making this experiment. He sat back on the chair, and closed his eyes. Back in the basement, he touched Kharara's forehead with the star, and the Khajiit was once again awake.

"-Hi. I am Ronan. Who are you?

-I am Kharara.

-What are you doing here?

-I am here to serve you.

-Great. Do you know who are the most powerful undead you can find in Nordic tombs?

-Dragon Priests.

-Can you cast the spell Oakflesh?"

Not moving from his chair, Kharara opened his right hand and effectively cast the spell. Ronan was astonished to see that every memory he implemented was working perfectly fine. However, the knowledge Ronan had on close combat was very limited, so he couldn't train him himself. The only way to make him improve was to either to find another "teacher" or to have him fight real enemies. After several seconds of reflection, he found an idea that might work. After they both climbed out of the basement, Ronan gave Kharara his armor, grabbed several types of weapons, and ventured outside. There he summoned a Dremora Warrior. When the deep purple fog faded, the tall demon looked around, and turned to Ronan.

"-I DO NOT SMELL THE SWEET SCENT OF WAR. WHAT IS IT, MY LORD?

The Daedra was yelling, the way he usually did. Or was it simply speaking loudly?

-I would like you to train my acolyte on how to use your weapons as well as you do.

Ronan wasn't sure at all that such a creature would follow any order than "destroy", so he had to try and convince him.

-THAT IS A WASTE OF MY SKILLS AND TIME.

-Kharara is going to fight alongside you from now on, so if you don't want a weakling obstructing your way, you could teach him a thing or two. I'm sure the slaughtering will be a lot more fun then. No offense, Kharara.

-UGH, FINE, BUT I AM NOT GOING TO DO THAT FOR 3 HOURS STRAIGHT, OR I'LL GO MAD.

-Thank you immensely.

Ronan gave Kharara a Greatsword, took a few steps back, and watched the rest of the very unusual scene.

-TO HAVE THE MOST STRENGTH IN YOU SWINGS WHEN YOU'LL DECAPITATE YOUR ENEMIES, YOU'LL HAVE TO HOLD YOUR BLADE LIKE THIS.

-Okay.

-PLACING YOUR FEET CORRECTLY ALLOWS FOR MORE FLESH CUTTING, TOO.

-I see.

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After fifteen minutes or so, the Daedra had given all the tips about the cons and flaws of Greatswords, including how to block them, and so he turned to Ronan.

-THE REST IS MUSCLE MEMORY, NOT MUCH I CAN DO HERE. DID YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE, MY LORD? SOME SPARRING TO TRY THAT OUT, MAYBE?

-I would have agreed, if I wasn't sure you were going to behead him instantly. Thank you again. See you next time, on the battlefield.

-THERE BETTER BE LOTS OF MEAT TO CHOP."

As the warrior disappeared, Ronan thought that it was time to put all that into practice. It was some time past noon, so they would have to go to Markarth soon. Ronan rejoiced at the idea of having three such warriors at his service, and perhaps more…