Slowly Asum sat up. At first he wasn't sure what had woken him. opening his eyes Asum blinked several times before yawning. As he did so however he found the source of the thing that had woke him up. Asum felt the sleep vanish from his body as his eyes fell upon a glowing trailing that was leading out of his room.
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CHAPTER 10
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OKAN'S POV
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Okan could feel the eyes of the group upon his back and he moved on without them. the group had come to a stop and he had decided to go forward and speak with the mystery group that was standing in their path. However as he neared the group he felt his skin begin to prickle, and a lifetime of delving into dungeons and caves had taught him that the feeling he was getting meant magic was at work. As Okan neared the group he allowed his hand to drift upwards towards the hilt of his greatsword. He could see them now, Okan narrowed his eyes and let out a low threatening his that was caught by the wind and carried forward towards the thalmor troops that stood in front of him. as he moved even closer a thalmor wizards stepped forwards and bowed.
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"greetings argonian." Okan was silent for a moment as he looked the high elf up and down. For the most part he was covered in the standard hooded thalmor robes. However one of his eyes was white, meaning he was partially blind. Okan mentally noted a scar that covered the elf's lips. "greetings thalmor. What are you doing here?" even as he spoke he could feel movement behind him. but he felt no fear, for he knew who was moving. He'd told Alea and Nisha to flank him on either side and if he got Ino trouble to shoot off as many arrows as they could. The elf smiled. "the archmage sent us to assist you in bringing the artifact to the college." Okan nodded. "alright. But before we join groups I have one question for you. What is the artifact called?" the elf's smile faltered. "what? I don't understand your question." Okan's grip on his weapon hilt tightened.
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"If the archmage sent you he would have told you everything he knew about the artifact. That would include it's name. now I'm asking you. What is the artifact called?" the elf's smile drooped slightly. "we dont have time for this argonian. We must get the artifact to the college." Okan let out another threatening hiss. "you're lying. The Savos didn't send you." For a moment no one spoke or moved. Okan's eyes quickly scanned the group behind the thalmor wizard. At least a dozen thalmor soldiers stood clad in gilded or light elven armor. On a few of them Okan recognized the familiar sheen of some kind of enchantment. This time when the thalmor spoke all politeness had vanished from his voice. "stand aside lizard. By order of the high inquisitor we're confiscating this artifact in the name of the Aldmeri Dominion." Okan shook his head. "back off thalmor. We have orders to kill anyone who tries to take the artifact from us." No one moved. Then all at once chaos erupted around Okan. Okan watched as the thalmor wizard he had been talking too reached out towards him with one hand. dropping into a crouch Okan spun around while at the same time unslinging his elven greatsword. Using the sword as a kind of bat to knock the bolts of lightning away from his body.
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He flinched slightly as he felt the elf's lightning spell strike his sword. But he ignored the burning feeling that was crawling through his body. he'd much rather the bolts hit his sword and give him a good shock, rather than strike his body and kill him instantly. Completing his spin Okan swung at the wizard with his sword, and let out an angry hiss as his blade struck the snow. Somewhere above him and to the right Okan felt an arrow whiz past his head and strike an armored elf in the fabric covered shoulder joint. He could hear them now the group behind him charging up the hill towards the thalmor. Lunging forward Okan brought his sword up and slashed again at the thalmor who ducked the attack and pulled out his own elven dagger. Circling each other in the snow Okan forced himself to focus only on this battle. He couldn't afford to worry about the others, and how their fights were going. The thalmor was weaving his dagger from side to side in a way similar to a snake. Then all at once he lunged forward. Okan was forced to release part of his grip on his own sword or risk having his arm slashed. Ducking and dodging Okan began to mentally track the elf's attacks.
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Flitting backwards Okan planted the blade of his greatsword in the ground. Planting both hands on the tip of the hilt Okan lifted his feet off the ground and struck out, at the elf; who he caught in the chest and caused him to stumble backwards. As his feet touched the ground again Okan charged forward and hand been about to punch the high elf when the high elf acted. Forcing Okan to duck and retreat as twin gouts of flames, and ice flowed through the air and right to where he had been. Retreating still further back Okan grabbed the hilt of his sword and wrenched it free from the ground; before spinning it around and planting it back into the ground in front of him, creating a kind of makeshift shield to deflect the gouts of fire and ice. As the gouts died down Okan again wrench his blade free from the ground and lunged at the elf who was beginning to feel the effects of his magical spells. He was less than a foot from the elf when his attack went wrong.
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In mid air Okan watched as the elf brought both of his hands in front of his chest, and spoke an incantation that became garbled in the wind and snow. Lightning arcked from the elfs hands, wound itself around each other and struck Okan directly in the center of his chest. Pain erupted through Okan's body. his muscles instantly contracted, forcing the oxygen from his lungs as he screamed. He hit the snow hard, his body spasming against his will. As the lighting died down, Okan swallowed a large glob of saliva that had congealed in his mouth. As the glob moved down his throat he felt it sting and burn. Shakily Okan got to his feet. Across the snow Okan could see that the elf was laughing at him; mocking him at how weak and inferior his race was compared to the high elves. Using his sword like a crutch Okan pused himself to his feet.
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Even as he stood there his vision changed from blurry to clear, and back to blurry. He could feel his muscles aching; the lightning had done a lot of damage to him. more than he had thought. Trying to lift his sword Okan found that the muscles in his arms were n longer working. But even as he stood there trying to will his body to move Okan felt something colder than ice plunge into his chest. Staggering backwards Okan felt his grip on his sword break. Looking down Okan blinked slowly as he found the high elf had sunk his dagger up to the hilt inside his chest. Even as he staggered back Okan gasped as he felt the cold dagger leave his chest, only to have the high elf jam the dagger back in, sending another lance of pain through his body. Staggering backwards again Okan felt his legs weaken until he was forced to his knees. His breathing was coming in gasps. Slowly he found himself looking around at the battles beyond his. Across from him he could see Alea using ice to slide down the side of one of the hills, firing arrows all the while. To his right Nisha was busy fighting 2 justicars at once, her twin orc war axes easily slicing through their thin armor. And beyond them he could see dozens of others. Some winning their battles, some loosing.
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Blinking again Okan shivered as a cold gust of wind rushed over his body, making him perfectly aware of just how warm the blood that was dripping down his chest was. He barely even felt the third dagger strike. But he did feel the elf grab his shoulder and shove him away, causing his back to hit the snowy ground. Looking up into the sky Okan closed his eyes, as he felt the last of his life begin to slip away.
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ASUM'S POV
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Asum slowly continued to follow the glowing trail in front of him. he'd already left the tower, crossed the courtyard, pulled open an ancient looking trapdoor and dropped down an equally ancient looking ladder. Now he was in a damp, and ancient passageway. Kneeling down next to the ground Asum slowly pulled the steel dagger he had bought at whiterun from his belt. Standing up Asum continued down the passage, until he emerged into a room. Above him icicles hung down from the ceiling, while in front of him a set of stairs led downward and into another passage. Moving down the stairs, Asum had been so busy following the glowing trail that he had not noticed when something stepped out from a small indent in the wall. He did however notice when the thing that stepped out; swung at him with a blade. Ducking the blade Asum brought his dagger up in front of him as he had seen his brother do so long ago. Looking across from him Asum narrowed his eyes as he found his attacker was a skeleton wielding an iron shield, and an ancient blade.
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Ducking another attack Asum lashed out with his dagger but failed to strike the skeleton's body, instead striking the iron shield. But even this failed attack caused the ancient skeleton's bones to crack and shatter like glass. Now off balance Asum watched as the skeleton toppled sideways and hit the ground it's bones shattering. Giving the left over bones a wide birth Asum continued on his way until he became aware of a series of voices.
AN: WELL FOLKS CHAPTER 10 IS UP.
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THIS WILL PROBABLY BE THE LAST UPDATE FOR THIS STORY ON THIS SITE. AT LEAST UNTIL I FIND OUT IF THIS STORY WILL BE PURGED.
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IF IT IS PURGED THE STORY HAS BEEN POSTED NOT ONLY ON DEVIANTART (JUST SEARCH THE TITTLE) BUT ALSO ON FURAFFINITY.
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COMMENTS ARE WANTED AND NEEDED.
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EVERYONE PRAY FOR OKAN.