Narrating
''Narrating in conversations''
Ronan woke up. Fully rested, he stood up. Sylten and Benoor were still on each side of the room, and Kharara was by the table nearby, with some food out. When the Khajiit saw him standing up, he offered him some breakfast.
"-Good morning Ronan. I've gathered some food around the town and brought it here. It really looks like we're the only ones here. There were quite a lot of gold and equipment, too.
-Amazing work, Kharara. Sylten, Benoor, come get some breakfast.
-Yes, Master.
After a voluminous breakfast, Ronan started to instruct Kharara for his next experiment.
-Okay Kharara, today we're going to try and get you to share your skills to Sylten and Benoor. First, I'll check that we can be more than two in the star. To enter the star when a soul is inside, you have to look at it, close your eyes, and imagine yourself diving in it. Are you ready?
-I am, Ronan.
-Sylten, we'll start with you. Stay on your chair, and wait for us inside the star.
He used the spell on Sylten, who immediately collapsed on her chair, as the star started glowing. Ronan put the star on the table.
-Touch it and go in.
Kharara put a hand on the star and closed his eyes. After several seconds, he too collapsed on the table. Ronan deduced that he managed to get in, and grabbed the star. He repeated the same steps, and managed to effectively enter the star. Inside were Sylten on her chair and Kharara waiting next to her.
-Perfect. Don't move, Sylten.
He put his hands on her head, and saw the stripes again. Their number was greatly reduced now, and Ronan started adding the same instructions as for Kharara. After several minutes, he felt satisfied, and took his hands off of her head.
-Alright Kharara, I want you to put your hands on her head, and visualize her soul.
Kharara did so, and looked surprised.
-Can you see some strips over her head?
-Yes, Ronan. What are they?
-Her memories. Now, this may seem odd, but try to think about the different skills you have, such as smithing or Restoration magic, and try to pry them off of your head and give add them to the stripes.
-Hum…
Kharara did look confused, but as he moved one hand to and from his head, he indeed saw the same kind of fume stripe. He let it fall in the Sylten's pile, and repeated the movement several times.
-Do you need help remembering all the skills, Kharara?
-No, Ronan. I can list them all on my own.
Several minutes passed before Kharara stopped moving his hands.
-I am done, Ronan.
-Thank you Kharara. Take your hands off. Now, to get out of the star, you simply have to visualize your body, and imagine your soul returning to it. Go when you're ready.
Kharara closed his eyes, and disappeared in front of Ronan. After getting out of the star himself, Ronan saw Sylten waking up.
-Hey, Sylten. How do you feel?
-Hugh, Ronan? I feel… alright, thank you.
-Can you cast a Muffle spell?
Looking at her hands, Sylten effectively cast the spell.
-Excellent. Now Kharara, we'll do the exact same thing with Benoor.
Ronan and Kharara repeated the numerous steps, and were out of the star once again after around 15 minutes. When Benoor started waking up, Ronan asked the same questions to make sure all memories and instructions had taken effect.
-Benoor?
-… Yes, Ronan?
-Are you okay?
-I am.
-Are you able to cast a lesser ward?
Benoor extended his arm, and cast a ward for a few seconds.
-Great. Now let's get to work."
Ronan had several objectives in mind. Although the Keep was comfortable, he wanted to actually restore the town, if possible. To do that, he would also need a fair amount of followers, which he could also use to protect and serve him. However, he first wanted to see if he could really become immortal the way Malyn Varen tried to. He had faithful warriors, dragonborn powers, and the ability to get in or out of the star by will. He wondered if he should use Sylten or Benoor as his first attempt, but decided that he needed followers as much as trying this experiment, and chose to try and get some more bandits for it.
Packing some equipment and provisions, he instructed Sylten and Benoor to start cleaning up the town and to gather all equipment they could find into the keep. When he was ready, he left with Kharara towards the South. Indeed, remembering about all the rumors of camps of bandit, he remembered the Neugrad Fort being occupied by bandits after the Legion Soldiers there were killed. Indeed they could clearly see archers on the fort's walls when they arrived there. However, Ronan only needed one test subject, and so he decided to get in the sneaky way. Using his usual stealth equipment, he entered the fort using his invisibility spell while Kharara stayed hidden not far from the entrance. To make things simpler, Ronan climbed up the stairs and on the wall, waiting above the entrance for a patrol to come by. Thankfully, there were only two bandits walking slowly across the wall, and they stayed far from each other. Another was working at the forge, but wouldn't be able to react very easily if anything happened. After waiting several minutes, an archer started slowly walking across the entrance's wall. As soon as he was behind his back, Ronan shouted "Gol-hah" as low as he could. Before anyone could react, he told the archer to jump down and follow him quickly, and leaped down from the wall. It was pretty low on this side of the castle, so jumping from it would only slightly hurt, temporarily. When the archer landed, Ronan started running towards Kharara and a little further even. When he was about a hundred meters from the fort, he told him to lie down and cast the star's spell. As the star started glowing, he told Kharara to take his legs so that they could go back to Helgen.
When they arrived thirty minutes later, they went straight for the Keep, and laid the archer's body down on one bed. He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to do this, but he remembered that he simply had to capture the man's soul inside the star. However, he wanted to make sure the experience would be as safe as it could for him. He half expected to be trapped inside the star when the other soul dies, as he would be the only soul left in the star. He told Kharara to touch his forehead with the star if he wasn't back in ten minutes, and entered the star.
The archer was walking around the star, looking for an exit. When he saw Ronan, he started yelling.
"-Who are you and what is this place?!
-Don't move. This will be over soon."
Before the archer could dodge it, Ronan cast his Soul Trap spell. The archer, frightened, started running away from him but was quickly stuck on a dead-end. Summoning a bow, Ronan fired a single arrow that pierced the man right in the head as he turned to look at Ronan. The man's soul, still intact but still inside the star, unused, entered the only thing it could: Ronan's body.
Ronan could feel the archer's memories flowing in his mind. He was a simple hunter that wouldn't win enough gold to satisfy his needs, and put his archery skills to other uses. But more importantly, Ronan could feel his life force merging with his own. He felt healthier, as if his body was getting younger, or could get much older. He felt his magicka growing slowly, as its flow within him grew bigger. The overall feeling was odd, but extremely invigorating and pleasing. After several seconds, Ronan's condition stabilized, and he took a moment to take hold of his new abilities. Indeed if he was able to add so many memories to his, it was because he could feel that his intellectual capabilities grew. He had access to the man's knowledge very easily, as much as his own. If he could repeat that enough times, Ronan thought, he would be able to gain enough powers to challenge the strongest Daedras. Closing his eyes, he effectively managed to get out of the star without any trouble, and looked at Kharara with a wide smile.
"-Are you alright, Ronan? The star stopped glowing, and I felt scared for you.
-It went perfectly well, Kharara. I suppose the man had stopped breathing, too.
-Yes.
-Well then, it's time to make things bigger."
With the powerful artifact in hands, and faithful warriors following his very orders, Ronan felt divine. All he had to do now was to rebuild Helgen, get more followers and absorb some more souls. When he would be done, he would be sure that nothing could stand in his way anymore.
Hey there! Thank you for reading this far. I wanted to let you know guys that I am only planning to write another chapter or two, which would involve describing Ronan's situation several years later, or an old acquaintance visiting him much later. If you would like me to write about his slow progression, or any other point in particular, message me, and I'd be happy to fulfill your request. This may be my very first fanfiction, and I am aware of the flaws in the story or the writing, but I am extremely proud of it, and I would like you guys to be pleased by it as well. Thank you again for reading, and see you next chapter.