Previously on The Legend of Varion…
After confrontations with nice master wizard ladies, gruff librarians, dickish thalmor agents (what else is new), crazy old men and evil sounding disembodied voices, Varion and his companions now travel to Alftand in search of the elder scroll in order to defeat Alduin…
Now, back to the story…
The gates of Whiterun were a welcome sight as Varion and Lydia arrived back home after a day of riding and the guards saluted upon their return, as was the common thing for them to do. Varion didn't care for it, but he'd done so much for the hold that he guessed he held some level of respect amongst the common folk. Unlike the last few times he'd returned home, Varion chose not to immediately fall onto his bed in Breezehome, instead choosing to head right for the companions hall. He dismissed Lydia, telling her to get some rest after all their travelling. Thankfully it wasn't too dark, so Eorlund was still forging away, and he was the first target on Varions 'to see' list. "Ah, Harbinger!" the old blacksmith greeted, reaching across to shake Varions hand.
"It's Varion, and I'm glad to see you Eorlund," the dragonborn replied, returning the greeting. "I hate to do this, but I have a request for you" he added and Eorlund's face gained a small smile.
"Need something forged?" he asked.
"Yes. I think it's high time I got new gear" Varion answered, gesturing to his orcish armour. It had served him well, certainly saved his life multiple times, but it was still stained with the blood of the silver hand, and damaged enough to warrant replacing.
"It'd be my pleasure. What did you have in mind?" Eorlund asked.
"What's the best you can forge?" Varion replied, answering his question with another question.
"Well, if you have the coin, I could whip you up a set of Ebony. Black as midnight, and stronger than most other things in the world besides dragon scales" he suggested. Varion grinned at that.
"I'll take a full set," he said with some enthusiasm, handing over a sizable coin purse.
"Very well. It should be ready within a day or two. Call back up here on Mondas" Eorlund declared, but Varion wasn't done.
"Actually Eorlund, I had another request" he started, causing the blacksmith to raise an eye in interest. "I've got some experience in the field already, but I'd like to learn to smith better" he continued, causing Eorlund to react in surprise.
"You wish to learn my craft? Whatever for?"
"I've got some ideas for things I'd like made. Your work is great, but I'd like to be able to do it myself as well. Plus, I won't always have you or Adrianne to fix up my gear, this way I can do it in the field if I come across a bandit hideout" Varion explained. Eorlund nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"As good a reason as any Varion. I'd be glad to show you what I can. Call in tomorrow, we'll begin your training. I hope you're ready" he said, his tone fairly serious at the last part. Varion simply smirked.
"Of course I am," he replied with confidence before leaving his helmet with Eorlund and jumping off the skyforge. He landed into a roll on the pavement and sprang back to his feet, quickly walking towards the main doors of Jorrvaskr. "Unnecessary? Yes. Good practice for when it becomes necessary? Also yes" he thought to himself. As he entered the hall, he heard cheers erupt, the telltale sign of the companions celebrating their Harbingers return. He couldn't help but let a small smile form on his face, he'd missed this lot.
"Welcome back Varion!" Farkas shouted, greeting him warmly with a pat on the shoulder.
"Good to see you. Where's Aela?" he asked, getting straight to the point. Farkas raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"She's downstairs, just got back from a job a couple hours ago. Why?"
"I hope she's ready for another adventure" is all Varion offered in reply before disappearing into the companions lower levels. He quickly reached her room, giving three strong knocks on her door. Within moments it was open and Aela was standing there with a smile on her face.
"I was wondering when you'd get back," she said, welcoming him in.
"How'd you know it was me?" he asked. She'd been smiling from the second she'd opened the door.
"Who else would knock like they were trying to break down my door?" she joked and Varion scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Ah, sorry" he muttered though Aela waved it off.
"So, what brings you back? Did you find the scroll?" she asked, getting down to business.
"I found out where it is," he replied, getting out his map. "A dwarven ruin called Alftand. It's in the southwest corner of Winterhold" he explained, pointing it out on the map. He then glanced at Aela. "How do you feel about another treasure hunt?" To his relief, she smiled.
"Do you even have to ask?" she replied with excitement. "The chance to find an elder scroll? No-one would pass that up. When do we leave?" Varion grinned, glad to have her on board.
"I've got Eorlund making me some new armour, figured it was time for an upgrade. Once that's done, we'll be on our way. Should take a couple of days". Aela's expression soured slightly, she was clearly hoping to get going immediately, but she kept her enthusiastic glow.
"I'll be ready whenever you are. Who's coming with?" she asked.
"Lydia and Faendal. We've proven a fairly effective team so far" Varion reasoned, and Aela nodded in understanding.
"It'll be nice to see Lydia again, and we can see if the elf's gotten any better at aiming that bow of his" she said keenly, eagerly anticipating the inevitable archery competition, and victory that would probably come to her. The dragonborn chuckled, having grown fond of her competitive spirit.
"Glad to see you excited," he replied, moving to leave the room. "I'll call in when it's time for us to leave. Stay sharp" he said in farewell, and Aela nodded in response before immediately gathering her weapons and setting out to do some training. As Varion climbed the stairs and began to leave Jorrvaskr, his mind drifted. "Just like that," he thought. "I just ask, and she'll follow me into danger with complete faith" he continued, his mind turning darker. "How did I inspire such trust? What did I do to deserve her loyalty?" he wondered, doubt creeping into his every thought. However, he then remembered something else, something far brighter. A white beard and hair, black war paint on his face, a kind expression. He pictured Kodlak Whitemane, the old man who had let him into the companions, who'd first given him a home and purpose. "He even did his best to help tame the raging dragon inside my soul" he mused, reflecting now fondly upon his memories of the old man. Their time together hadn't been nearly long enough, only a few months, but he'd miss him forever. The thing that stuck with him most though, was what Kodlak had written in his journal, where he had proclaimed his faith in Varion to lead the companions. He'd never seen it in himself, yet Kodlak did, and he was a far better judge of character than the dragonborn was.
"Lead the companions to glory Varion. I hope someday you find the peace you seek". Those had been Kodlak's last words to him, and Varion's lips formed into a small smile upon reflecting on them.
"I'll do my best to repay your faith in me Kodlak, and everyone else who follows me" he thought with determination and a distinct lack of doubt in his mind.
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It had been four days since Varion's return and he was finally ready to get going. He'd appreciated the rest of course, spending his time training with the companions, practicing his healing spells and learning advanced smithing techniques, he missed the feeling of being on the road, wandering the world, even if he had a destination already in mind. Eorlund watched him with interest as he put his new armour on. The jet black metal shone in the sun as he put on his pants, chestplate, boots and gauntlets. The armour was heavier than his orcish set, but not by much, and with how much stronger he'd got since getting to Skyrim, this would hardly slow him down. He rolled his shoulders, trying to get a good feel for his new gear. It certainly felt stronger than his old stuff, and the lack of bloodstains was certainly a welcome touch. He touched the ebony gear and thought back to one of his oldest memories. "Huh. I vowed to become just like him one day, and here I am wearing the same armour. Funny how things turn out" he thought to himself with an internal chuckle, but he forced himself back to the present. While the memory he thought back to was one of the ones that had shaped his life for the better, it was also closely associated with several others that had also done so, but in negative ways, therefore being significantly not fun to remember. He grabbed the Blade of Whiterun, freshly polished, and sheathed it on his back. He also grabbed the katana that he'd gotten from Sky Haven Temple and sheathed it at his side. He was reminded of the days when he carried a bow, a dagger on his thigh, twin swords and a greatsword and grimaced. There was no need to be such a walking armoury. That being said, he still did have his dagger and greatsword and one out of two one-handed swords, but they weighed him down far less than his previous 5 weapons. "Besides, this stuff is a lot more high quality," he added mentally.
"You look ready to go to war" Eorlund murmured quietly, admiring his handiwork. Despite Varions progress, he'd happily let Eorlund handle most of the work on his armour.
"I am. It's a war against the dragons, for the sake of Skyrim" he replied while still adjusting himself, throwing a few punches to test that everything was attached properly. "And the sake of the world" he thought grimly, but he didn't tell him that. So far, only Lydia knew about the fact that Varion's quest was about the fate of the world, literally, instead of it just being a line in a song. "This is fine work Eorlund, as ever" he commented, turning to face the blacksmith.
"At the rate you're going, you'll be forging this before long. You learn quickly, did you smith before becoming a companion?" he asked. Varion adjusted his gauntlet.
"In a way. I was a bounty hunter for 7 years before arriving in Skyrim, my father was teaching me to forge years before that. I just took his teachings and kept going. Had a good set of gear before I wound up in Helgen" he explained. By now, all the companions knew how Varion had arrived in Skyrim and was technically an ex-criminal, but he'd more than proven himself honourable, they had no concerns with his past. "Or what they know of it" he thought to himself darkly before rolling his shoulders, satisfied with his armour. He grabbed his helmet from Eorlund's workbench and nodded to the old smith.
"Well you certainly have talent. I could see you manning the skyforge in another few decades" Eorulund remarked and Varion was honestly taken aback. This was high praise from one of the greatest smiths in Skyrim. Hell, it was praise from him at all, that alone was a rare thing.
"My thanks, though I've got no intention of replacing you" he reassured, putting his helmet in his pouch until it was time to wear it. "I'll be seeing you around" he said in farewell, waving as he descended the stairs of the skyforge and began the walk down to the main gates, passing through the wind and plains districts. The people of Whiterun usually gave him a wave or a smile as he passed by and he responded with a civil nod and a slightly less neutral expression on his face. A hero he may have been prepared to be, a celebrity he was not, yet that was the role he now had to play. "Crazy how life has played out for me" he thought to himself absentmindedly. Aela was waiting for him at the gate along with Lydia, each geared up for the coming trek. They were both excited, having not been on a big adventure like this in some time and their gear reflected their enthusiasm. Aela carried the shield of Ysgramor alongside a new ebony sword that Varion had found in a dungeon, quite the upgrade to her previous skyforge steel dagger. Lydia was now wearing her own set of Orcish armour, Varion having paid for Adrianne to smith it, seeing as Eorlund was busy with his own. "I'll have to see about getting some enchantments" he thought to himself, wanting even better protection for himself and his friends. After exchanging some greetings, the trio began the trek to Riverwood, reaching it in about an hour.
"Varion! It's been too long!" Faendal greeted as he shook hands with the dragonborn.
"Indeed it has my friend. Ready for another adventure?" he asked in response. He'd sent Lydia to tell Faendal about their upcoming journey and the Bosmer had responded keenly, saying he'd been eager to get out and test his skills again. Apparently Varion's adventures had caused Faendal to take up training extra hard in order to keep up.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Finding an Elder Scroll sounds a lot more exciting than the average hunts I get up to" Faendal replied, rolling his shoulder to loosen up the muscles as he did. Now united, the team walked back to the Whiterun stables and saddled up. While travelling on foot was Varions preference, horses would get them there much faster and it would be less taxing for his companions apart from Aela, seeing as the other two didn't have beast blood. The ride was certainly a long one and Winterhold is certainly a colder part of Skyrim, but a full powered Fire Breath shout certainly cleared a path through the snow and warmed up the area a little, plus they didn't have to deal with a snowstorm thanks to Clear Skies. They'd left early in the morning so they arrived at the ruin just as the sun was starting to set, and they arrived at a strange encampment.
"Deserted tents and equipment, filled and covered with more snow than your average mountain" Aela pondered, examining the leftovers of the campsite of whoever had been there before.
"Must've been abandoned for a few days now at least. Someone else must've gone into the ruin" Varion theorised, looking over it just as Aela did.
"Think they came out?" Faendal asked, though he was fairly sure he knew the answer already.
"Doubtful. This equipment would have cost a fair few septims, they wouldn't just leave it behind" Lydia replied. "I bet we'd still find them inside, or whatever's left of them" she added grimly. Varion sighed with sadness. He was no stranger to death, but that didn't make discovering the bodies of dead adventurers fun.
"Let's get inside. Beats waiting out here the whole time, it's cold" Faendal suggested, moving towards the entrance of the ruin over a precarious wooden bridge, the others taking their turn to follow him one at a time. They arrived at the door, only to find it frozen shut. Varion kicked the door, only to cause mild pain to his foot.
"Damn it" Varion muttered. "YOL!" His fire breath slammed into the door, unsealing it and melting the ice. Varion then shoved the door open and walked inside, holding it open for his companions. Once they were all in the ruin, he let the door close, glancing around the dark ruin and preparing for whatever may lie inside.
"Ever been in a dwarven ruin?" Aela asked the rest of them. A collection of shrugs and head shakes was what she got in response. "Well, first time for everything" she said with a sigh, choosing to lead the way into the ruin.
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"What in Oblivion are these things?" Lydia complained as she tore her sword out of a mechanical spider. Varion glanced over, she was killing the last one. They'd not been in the ruin for 5 minutes and already they'd come under attack from a swarm of little mechanical spiders. They'd been beaten easily enough, but they hit with surprising force.
"Dwarven spiders. Tiny little automatons. Not tough to kill, but good luck finding just one" Aela complained, examining the broken body of one for anything useful. Varion did the same, finding a few valuable gems and soul gems, pocketing them for future use.
"Not tough to kill? My sword can barely cut through them!" Faendal complained, picking up his arrows from around the battlefield.
"They're made of metal. It's hard for your average weapon to cut it, it's easier to use blunt force, like from a mace or warhammer. Though, they do have a weakness to fire" Aela noted, glancing at Varion.
"Lucky me" he commented, finishing his scavenging. "I really should pick up on enchanting. Our gear could use an upgrade" he added absentmindedly, gesturing to all of his companions.
"It would be nice. We look positively underpowered compared to you" Faendal replied, having finished refilling his quiver.
"Should spend your gold on equipment instead of flowers for Camilla" Varion snarked back. Faendal mumbled a reply, then turned back to looking through the room for stuff. They continued to move through the ruins, cutting down spiders and another kind of automaton, the dwarven sphere, which could be fought in a more traditional sense than the spiders. Annoyingly, Varion discovered that they possessed great resistance to the Unrelenting Force shout, his go to thu'um. Two words barely made them budge, though three was still enough to topple them. He made a note to continue honing his voice to circumvent this weakness when they got out of the ruin. They passed by several chests full of Dwarven treasure with Faendal and Aela in particular taking all the arrows they found. However, they then found bedrolls and a journal.
"I guess these people are who set up camp outside" Varion guessed, reading through the book with concern. "Seems like a couple Khajit's were among the party, judging by the names," he continued. "Based on this, it sounds like one of them is out of his mind" he finished, frowning as he saw words talking of the disappearance of one of the researchers at the same time as the addict had started hallucinating.
"Skooma. What a disgusting creation" Faendal groaned, holding an arrow in his hand. "What do we do if we find the brother?" he asked, and Varion noticed that they were all looking for his guidance. He frowned again.
"We'll give him one chance to explain himself. Otherwise he dies" he answered simply, moving deeper into the ruin while keeping his sword drawn. The others exchanged glances, shrugged, and followed along. It wasn't long before Varions ears twitched and he held up his hand, hearing insane ramblings coming from around the corner. "Something about skooma. Sounds like we found our lunatic" he thought, groaning internally. He looked over at Aela and she nodded, confirming that her senses had picked up on it as well.
"Careful. He'll be wild" she warned. The dragonborn nodded and rounded the corner, making a note to stamp his foot loud enough to hear. The khajit turned to him, eyes crazed, ranting about how they'd taken his skooma. It took three seconds for him to start charging, two to reach Varion, and one for his head to be cut from his body. Varion glanced over at the dead body of another Khajit and the bloody knife in the addicts hand. He sighed, yet another pointless death in the world. Their journey continued as standard, cutting down Dwemer constructions every so often, but things got interesting when they encountered a new kind of enemy. Varion walked around a corner as casually as he had the last twenty, but then noticed a humanoid figure in the hallway. It was hairless, had the ears of an elf, and it's face was twisted, horrific, yet carrying hatred of an unbelievable scale. He also noticed that the things' eyes were gone.
"I don't even want to know what you are" he muttered, which apparently upset the creature enough for it to move in on him and attack. He used his sword to intercept the attack, bracing slightly against the surprising force of the blow. He delivered a harsh kick to the creature's leg, forcing it down onto one knee before slamming his own knee into its face, knocking it over. He then impaled it through the head with his blade and he saw the creatures motionless as a sign of death.
"A falmer. I should have known" Aela sighed.
"What's a falmer?" Lydia asked curiously, wondering why Aela said it with such dread and hatred.
"The falmer used to be snow elves, the original citizens of Skyrim" Faendal began to explain as the party stopped to listen. "During the war with the nords, they faced extinction, so they went underground, made an agreement with the dwarves. In exchange for their protection, the snow elves would be blinded" he said solemnly. Varion found himself clenching his fist at hearing this.
"Desperate as they were, they agreed. However, the dwarves were a cruel race. First it was the blinding, then the servitude, then the slavery" Aela continued, taking over from Faendal. These twisted monsters are all that remain of them" she finished. Lydia looked pretty upset and Varion couldn't blame her.
"That's horrible" she whispered softly. Varion growled a little.
"All the more reason for us to put them out of their misery" he said harshly, causing his companions to look at him with relatively wide eyes. Noticing this, he pushed the anger back down inside of himself and shrugged off their worried looks. "No, don't let it come back. I've been holding it back fine for all this time" he commanded himself mentally, not wanting his dragon nature to rear it's metaphorical head again. They continued through the ruin, except now they had to kill Falmer as well.
"Watch out for their weapons. The bastards have an affinity for poison!" Aela called out as she thrust her shield into the chest of an attacking falmer. Varion grabbed the wrist of his newest attacker and swung his sword down, cutting the respective arm off at the elbow. The pained shriek of the twisted elf was painful to listen to, but cutting it's face in half horizontally thankfully shut it up.
"Won't be much of a problem for me" Faendal pointed out, firing an arrow straight into the eye of yet another Falmer. Despite the fact that they weren't incredibly powerful, they were numerous, and that alone was enough for the team to take it seriously.
"Yeah, not all of us have an inbuilt poison resistance!" Varion snarked. He turned to a group of Falmer that didn't have any of his allies near it. "YOL TOOR!" A torrent of flame engulfed the room and the falmer, bringing forth a sickening smell of burning flesh as they writhed in agony. Varion quickly made his way through with his katana, easily delivering mercy kills to each burning enemy. "Great. I just got new armour and it's already been dirtied with blood" he complained absentmindedly. Whether it was his confidence, his power, his nature or all three, he didn't really feel threatened by the elves. Breathing deeply, he sheathed the blade, glancing around the room to see it full of dead Falmer and his allies standing relatively unharmed.
"I'd really like to avoid doing that again" Lydia sighed, panting from exhaustion. Varion grimaced. She wasn't dragonborn, a werewolf, or blessed with resistance to poison, she would of course be having a harder time than any of the others. He tossed her over a healing potion and a stamina potion.
"Here, have a little pick me up" he offered, gulping back a stamina potion himself. He wasn't in need of healing, not yet, but even he was feeling a little strained and it was better to be safe than sorry. Lydia accepted it gratefully and after drinking, the group continued on their way. Eventually they came to what looked like a central chamber, only to find Aela hurriedly stopping them from going further.
"A dwarven centurion" she pointed out, gesturing to a large automaton that was standing near what looked like a gate. A naive adventurer would have seen it as a statue.
"Bad news?" Varion whispered, not sure if that thing would be set off by sound.
"You could say that. I've never heard of anyone taking it on alone and coming out on top. Thankfully, we should be enough to handle it together," she replied. "They're strong, very strong, and they can breathe hot steam, so you can't stay too close or too far away," she continued. Varion pondered for a few moments, then came up with an idea and smirked.
"You say no-ones ever taken on one of these things alone?" he asked innocently.
"That I've heard of. Why?" Aela asked back, suspicion laced heavily into her tone.
"First time for everything" Varion answered with confidence and began to move towards the centurion. Aela facepalmed and crept out quickly behind him, with Faendal choosing to draw back an arrow and provide cover for them if the need arose, all while questioning Varions sanity in this moment.
"Are you insane?! I told you that they're dangerous!" Aela whispered furiously, keeping her voice down all the while.
"You also said they're weak to fire" Varion replied casually, gripping the Blade of Whiterun as he did.
"Your sword isn't powerful enough to cut through that thing! Not before it crushes you!"
"Never said I was using my sword" he said cryptically. Aela's eyes widened before they narrowed again.
"Look, I'm no expert at this dragon language stuff, but I don't think the fire breath you used earlier will be enough to melt this thing! It's a lot tougher than some falmer! You can't do this alone!" she hissed angrily, causing the dragonborn to suddenly tense in anger himself. Who was she to tell him his limits?
"Stop doubting me!" he retorted harshly, causing Aela to flinch back. Regret immediately flooded Varions mind and face, though the latter fact couldn't really be seen under the ebony helmet. "Just watch me. I'll be fine" he added softly, though he could tell that he'd let his temper get the better of him again and he'd probably need to talk to Aela about this privately.
"Ok" she replied softly, staying back and drawing an arrow, watching Varion get dangerously close to the centurion which miraculously hadn't awoken yet. When he was standing about 4 meters away, Varion took one more step and watched with some degree of dread as the machine stepped forward, having seemingly come alive now and it was focused on him. His dread was then replaced with anger and he used Aela's earlier words and his frustrations as fuel.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!" he roared, using the full power of the shout to roast the centurion before it could take another step. The torrent of flame was intense and when it faded, the damage it had done was very noticeable. While it didn't melt the automaton, it was burnt to hell and one of its arms fell off from the damage. Varion smirked, taking his sword and slicing it across the left leg, causing it to topple over onto its right side. A quick decapitation finished it off and he grinned darkly. He'd gotten quite the rush from that and he took a deep breath to calm down from it.
"Show off" Aela muttered somewhat light heartedly as she walked past him to the gate. He looked inside the centurion in what appeared to be a storage compartment and fished a key out which he then tossed to Aela. Upon opening the gate, they made their way into a dead end chamber with an odd pedestal at the far end. Thanks to their wolf eyes, Varion and Aela made out a circular slot on the pedestal and Varion remembered the attunement sphere that Septimus had given him. He reached into his bag and felt it in his hand.
"I guess this is it" he said rhetorically and stepped forward, only to stop when he heard two voices arguing.
"More of the adventurers from earlier?" Lydia said with irritation, drawing her sword as she did.
"It would appear so" Faendal replied with equal frustration. As the two voices rounded the corner and the warriors set their sights on Varion and his allies, it was clear that they weren't friendly. Unlike the skooma addict, these two were actually decent fighters, not that it mattered against a trained housecarl, an elite companion and the dragonborn, all with an excellent Bosmer archer putting an arrow in each of them before they got within sword distance.
"Well, that's that" Varion growled as he wiped their blood off his sword, kicking the male ones decapitated head across the room in disgust.
"You'd think they'd try to be friendly" Lydia snarked. "I mean, we did kill that centurion for them. And all the falmer. How did they even get to this point if all of those bastards were still alive? How'd they get through the gate?" she asked in annoyance. Varion actually chuckled at that.
"I've asked that question many times," he replied in a far lighter tone than he'd used all day. He was fond of Lydia's snarky sense of humour, usually reserved for complaining about seemingly illogical events or circumstances. He got the attunement sphere from his pouch and placed it in the slot. He then watched behind the pedestal as the floor began to sink away in segments, revealing a staircase leading down even deeper underground. "Well Septimus, looks like you weren't completely crazy," he spoke out loud, giving some credit to the old bastard.
"Shall we Varion?" Aela asked, gesturing for him to lead the way. Under his helmet, Varion smiled. It seemed that he wouldn't need to awkwardly apologise for his earlier outburst after all. He nodded and they walked down the stairs together. After around 30 seconds, they arrived at a set of doors and an experimental push found them unlocked.
"This must be the doors to Blackreach" Lydia commented, remembering Septimus' words from earlier.
"Aela, you've been the expert so far. You know anything on Blackreach?" Varion asked out of curiosity, not really expecting much.
"I never heard of it before now" she replied with a shrug. "Never had one of those fancy sphere things either to let me get in," she added. Varion nodded with understanding, it made sense.
"Well, we're here now. Let's find this damn scroll" he declared, pushing open the doors to some of the deepest depths in Skyrim.
A/N:I told you I'd try to keep to a schedule! With all the COVID-19 stuff going on, I've got a lot of free time, and what better use of it than to write this? Speaking of that virus, I really hope everyone out there is staying home and staying safe during this difficult time!
This chapter turned out to be a surprisingly long one. Consider it making up for the shorter ones recently. I managed to breeze through Alftand easy enough, it wasn't painful to write, but don't expect Blackreach to have this much detail in it! Also, get hyped. Only a couple more chapters before we get to the really awesome plot stuff!
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