Author's Notes
I'm honestly surprised how well this fic is doing. Crossover's usually suffer the most with the viewers. But for me I have at least 8% of readers following or favoriting.
Thank all of you for staying put with my story. I've been trying to add what you guys want while keeping on track with my own wishes. Sorry, if I don't add everything recommended. Sometimes it interferes with what I have already planned. Which I know some of you would find kinda cool.
Momonga should appear around the 150k mark at the least. So arc 3? I got a cool plot twist how I will do this.
Let me know any corrections/edits.
Thank you again for reading.
-4/6/2021
Thelen pools magic together and a blob of mana condenses inside the Hall of Elements. More energy forms together than the last time they traveled to Morthal. This amount of magic is equivalent to a 10th tier spell. On the upper confines of this tier.
The College of Winterhold connects with the Mage's Guild in Cyrodiil.
No one here knows the state of affairs on the other side. All contact is lost with the guild in the Imperial Capital. Archmage Hannibal has not contacted them since yesterday. The last transmission Thelen received ended with the start of an intense battle.
"There is no telling what it is like on the other side. You three, be ready for anything."
"We are prepared Thelen. For a long time, we knew what we are up against. No amount of cultists will be able to stop us." She responds.
"Very well. Hurry and head through. I've halted you long enough and I hope you know there is no turning back. The portal will close as soon as you enter."
No further words are exchange. Everyone knows the risks of their mission.
He has tagged along with Drayven and Barenziah to this point. There is no reason to turn back now, since he came this far. He is more than confident in getting them to Jagar. Even if he has to drag them there.
All three of them enter the swirling vortex of mana.
Still, I am getting some Stargate vibes. Let us hope nothing alien is on the other side.
The transition took a few seconds. The wormhole twists through a unknown dimension. Where light streaks across their vision in every color.
They appear in the Mage's Guild. Inside the Imperial City.
Faint decay drifts through the air. No [Mage Lights] are in the vicinity. Instead candles smoldered with smoke where a eerie purple glow, highlights the blood stains on the floor.
They stood next to a Necromancer's Altar.
Their sudden appearance catches the Worm Anchorite by surprise. The Lich is a Breton man who was in the middle of a ritual sacrifice.
The Necromancer couldn't call for help in time. Drayven vanishes behind the man and sticks the Nightingale Blade through the Lich's throat. Decapitating the stunned mage.
No blood fell from the blade or the severed head. The Anchorite is still alive and sends a mental signal for help.
Unfortunately, the Lich's head is sliced in two before help could arrive. A second later the wall caves in behind Drayven.
Out of the collapsed wall is a Flesh Atronach. It charges into the room, swinging wildly towards Drayven.
The Atronach is a mass of stitched skin stretched over a assortment of body parts. At two meters tall there are claymores molded into it's forearms which creates a whirlwind of slashes. All aiming to kill the Nightingale.
Their deadly dance continue for a few moments. Until Drayven crouches down in a instant. Allowing the Flesh Atronach to crash into the wall, destroying everything in it's path.
Barenziah took advantage of this opening to launch a arrow from her conjured bow.
The magic arrow explodes in the abomination's face causing it to groan in pain. However, it still stood up and fought on. As only a single thought is in its mind. And that is to kill the Nightingale no matter the cost.
The beast is berserk with no discretion to it's surroundings. The ground they stood upon is carved up, while arrows fly and exposed new layers of flesh.
Drayven slips away from the mad monster. However, even with chunks of flesh falling off it's body. the abomination never slowed it's pursuit.
John had to keep his Stalkers at bay. As his companions were working together too well to interfere.
Their cooperation is flawless.
The Flesh Atronach is wilted down until it could hardly more. A few minutes later, the monster collapses to the floor. On the ground it tries to crawl towards Drayven until a sword pierces through it's shoulder joints. Stopping it's maddened rage.
A final groan escapes the frustrated beast as the sword falls upon it. The blade removes the mindless monster's head fully and allows death to take it's hold.
Both of his companions pant from the brief fight and allow the tension to leave their bodies.
"That was disgusting to watch. Is this a Flesh Atronach?" he asks.
"Hm yes. And we are lucky the Lich was killed before it could fight back. Thanks to Barenziah's excellent marksmanship, I made quick work of the Atronach."
"Are all them this difficult? The monster never knew when to stop."
"Not all the time John." She enters the conversation. "A few of them are rather sloppily made. They're not usually built to last through so many blows. Let alone surviving with most of it's body torn off."
"Indeed. This is the craftsman of the Black Worm Cult. And I reckon the Breton was there cell leader." Drayven adds. "It appears the Mage's Guild is truly gone. I'm afraid what we might see outside this room..."
"Hey, cheer up. We got through this part easily." He says. "I didn't have to help at all earlier. The both of you were in good sync and I was afraid to mess the tempo up. So, lift your head up high as everything from here on will be a breeze."
"I appreciate your words. Though I am worried about the sights we are bound to see than the difficulty a head of us. Let us first affirm the status of the Archmage. I dearly hope Hannibal hasn't passed away in this catastrophe."
Before they could leave, Barenziah finds something dreadful.
"Guys. You need to come over here."
They walk over to the Necromancer's Altar. At the top of the table is a withered husk with a stake stabbed into the gut. At the corners of the altar, are four glowing gems. And behind the sacrificed man, is a Black Soul Gem.
"I think this... That this body is the Archmage." She shudders. "The body looks similar to Hannibal... I doubt this could be anyone else."
"Oblivion! Is that a Black Soul Gem?" Drayven looks closer at the altar. "This dreadful thing is exactly what I have feared. Nocturnal have pity on this man's soul. Mannimarco already has his clutches on the Archmage. This gem is all the proof we need."
"Wait. What do you mean? Isn't his soul inside the crystal?"
"No John. Soul Gems only contain the energy of a soul. However, I am unsure it is the same with a black one. Though the Animus Geodes at the corners are able to contain a soul. Sadly, I doubt the Archmage would be in any of them. At the very least we can free those unfortunate souls as reviving them is beyond what we should do. It is for the best, that they pass on to the other side." She says.
"Oh. The glowing stones at the edges can contain souls?"
"Yes. The Geodes most likely contain the unfortunate victims of the Worm Cult."
Animus Geodes are able to contain a soul. It is similar to his [Soul Crystals], but they are fragile and hard to create. In the Necromancer's Altar, they are used as a permanent source of energy. Which will renew themselves after every use.
"T-that is barbaric." [Arcane Sight] shows him the grim truth. "The cult were using their souls as mere batteries."
The realization isn't a big reveal to his companions. They knew what to expect when dealing with this cult.
No one decided to speak as they gave the victims a short prayer.
Drayven ends the silent atmosphere and removes the gems from the altar. Though no one knows what to do with the Black Soul Gem.
"I would hate to destroy such an item." She says. "Hannibal's sacrifice made this blasphemous thing."
"You guys won't mind if I take it?" Drayven gives him a raised brow. "I'm a mage and I can't really pass up an opportunity like this."
In truth his collector's tendencies are acting up again.
"Go a head. Drayven and I wouldn't mind. At the least this soul gem can be put to good use."
"She is right. I wanted it at first, but I have no use for such an item. Rather it would gather suspicion if I try to fleece it on the market." Drayven admits.
"Thank you. I will see what I can find out about it later."
The crystal shines with a eerie light in his hand. A purple glow floats out of the gem and [All Appraisal Magic Item] activates.
Black Soul Gem (Full)
Creator: Necromancer's Moon
Flavor Text:
Hannibal lived a life dedicated to fighting Necromancy. However, he fell to Mannimarco's clutches and was drained of all he was worth. This item is the result of the ritual. Where Hannibal's life gave birth to a fusion of souls and spirit. Where shards of previous victims were shoved into this unholy amalgamation.
The gem is stored and he summons the Nue.
Twelve [Fire Nue Lvl 44] and one [Fire Nue Leader Lvl 55] are [Recalled].
They are the counter he has planned against the undead who are in the nearby vicinity. Unlike the Daedra Scamps, their [Curse Fire] will prove to be very effective against the remaining cultists.
No one here can resist the intense heat of their attacks.
"Good thinking." Drayven comments. "Think you can have them sweep the building?"
"Yes and no. The Invisible Stalkers found that the whole place is overrunned with the Worm Cult. And except for this room, there are hundreds of undead patrolling the grounds." He orders the Nue. "All of you will split apart like last time. However, lead the majority of the undead away from here. And make sure to be quick on your feet. There are Necromancers here for you to watch out for."
The Nue Leader relays his orders and remains behind. As this area will be the safest to order the rest. This time, it will not allow a member of it's pack to be killed. It will take the job seriously right from the start.
"Is the place really that bad?" Barenziah asks.
"It is. However, my summons will crowd the majority of our enemies out of our away. That way, we will have a easier time in getting out."
"But, I wager, we will still have a bit of resistance for us to face." Added Drayven.
"You're right. Though it will be much less than before and we have a greater chance of sneaking our way out. Than if we had no distraction at all."
With his plan put in motion, they exit the room.
None of the Cultist expected such a abrupt attack.
The Nue tore through the building in a blitz. Launching [Curse Fireballs] towards their barracks.
The Necromancer's took the bait created by the Nue and lead their main forces to the outskirts of the facility to give chase. They believe this is a sneak attack launched by the Guild.
In turn, they have left behind a small detachment as they gather their numbers to crush the intruders.
The defense the left is a assortment of undead consisting of skeletons, zombies and even ghosts in a mismatch configuration. Incapable of giving any form of resistance to his group.
It is at this time, they encountered the first of the many undead.
The first enemy is a Worm Skeleton who has purple flames for eyes. It couldn't react to the blade that crushed it's skull. After dying, the sword continue on to the next enemy.
The surrounding Worm Ghosts and Worm Zombies met a similar fate. They were all slayed in a single blow to the temple even though they looked a bit different to what he knew of.
The ghosts are gray and the zombies have purple eyes like the skeletons. Where typically ghosts were blue with zombies and skeletons sharing a set of white eyes.
Though this difference didn't change the outcome.
They all died. The same would hold true to their regular counterparts. None of the undead here could stop them. None of them came near the might of the first two enemies they have fought against.
His Nue are having a better time than them. His summons are busy playing tag with the cult. Where the Nue would burn a hole through the undead to tag them. While the living did not fair any better under their flames.
No matter how many times his familiar were cornered by the Worm Thralls, Worm Warriors or Worm Necromancers, they always gave their enemies a slip. Very slowly, the Necromancers begun to realize their own vassals were dying from an unknown cause. From a curse they had no hope of ever finding.
'Where is the Anchorite at?'
This is an emergency and the cult leader is no where to be found. However, even if the Worm Anchorite was still alive, it is too late for any of the people to escape the curse lingering in the air.
It is only a matter of time before all of them succumb to the [Curse Fire] effects. And unless the cult has a secret white mage amongst their ranks, they will inevitably die.
By the time his group left the main building, the Necromancers are cornered. Each of the cultist were slowly killed one by one, allowing their minions to be released from their vile magic. Returning the undead back to Oblivion or in a few cases, allow the deceased bodies to fall to the floor.
In the end, the Worm Nest is wiped out in a few moments.
All that remains, are remnants of the thralls and warriors. Neither group could return to their regular lives. They could not function with out their masters' direct control.
These people stood idly in place with no thought of their own.
They are too far gone.
He relays an order to put the wretched people out of their misery.
If he could have helped them, he doesn't know where to start. But the fact is it will take far too long to find a solution. He doesn't claim himself to be a saint, but at the very least he can grant them a form of mercy.
Find peace in death or go to Oblivion and give the Worm Cult hell. Either is fine with me. And I am sorry I couldn't do anything else for you guys.
The Nue carried out his grim order.
He winces as they burn. However, the sight outside is much worse.
In the court yard, is the carnage the cultists have caused. All the guild mages who couldn't escape in time were executed and stacked upon each other. Creating corpse piles of naked bodies. Where they were stripped of all their possessions. And would have awaited an unholy resurrection by the Worm Cult, if not for their direct intervention.
He no longer wishes to see such a sight.
Fire sprays forth from his hands to cleanse the desecrated bodies. To allow them some dignity in death and avoid the chance they will be resurrected like the undead they have faced
What did they do to deserve this? Innocents killed, but for what?
The Mage's Guild is a house of horrors. There is too much death and bloodshed here. It would be better to burn the whole place to the ground and be done with this place altogether.
There is nothing living by the time he left the perimeter.
Nue Leader, go gather up the valuables. Make sure to prioritize books and ingredients. Everything else is secondary and you can start burning this place down. Afterwards leave the city and wait for me somewhere underground. I'm afraid that it may be too late to stop this disaster.
The Nue carried out his task allowing him he to focus on the scene outside.
The sky is crimson red and a faint image of the Deadlands can be seen.
In the distance is the White Gold Tower. The Imperial Palace where Jagar hides. From here, he can see a sinister black-yellow barrier, that ripples the very air.
There are screams of Lesser Daedra in the distance and the dying cries of the people. Each shout for help, pierces his very heart.
The capital burns and is ground zero of this crisis. The ash layers the pavement and a thick fog is in the air. The smell of burnt wood overwhelms his senses as tears form to clear his eyes.
This place is true carnage. A apocalyptical disaster.
"Guys..." Barenziah keeps herself calm.
Drayven is pale, but snaps back to reality. While, he gives her a slight nod, however, he will try to help.
"[Recall: Cloud Giants][Recall: Cloud Titan]"
A large magic circle appears in the air. Anyone who would look up will see a large cloud forming.
The Imperial City is almost beyond hope. By the end of the day, no one will be left alive. Only a few clusters of soldiers are still inside and fighting the Daedra. While the main army barricades the city's perimeter to keep the flood of Daedra from spilling out and into the outskirts.
There is no one here who could help the soldiers inside. The brave few who are risking their lives. He would be damned to Oblivion if he doesn't lend these men a hand.
At the very least, he will give the heros some support.
"You three go help the soldiers and rescue the citizens. Hold nothing back and go all out. Titan you will head over to the defensive line and kill all the flying Daedra. Though be cautious, as I am unsure how the army will react when they see you."
His summons flew with haste. The urgency in his voice resonated with their sense of empathy. The teal giants rush to the nearest soldiers and begin to round up every able person to fight and exit this hell on earth.
The titan flies near the main battlefield and begins to unleash razor sharp winds. To help hold the defensive line from collapsing.
"John. Let us go." Barenziah says. "You have done enough, but we can't wait here anymore."
"I-I know." He covers his forehead with his hand. "I just want to help them. More than this... but, I am just one man. Is it possible for us to over turn this situation?"
A hand rests on his shoulder. "We know that. Though you should look past this. Would you like to know what would make the difference?"
He lowers his hand and turns around.
"What could possibly change this, Drayven?"
"Hm. Killing the bastard who caused all of this. The man who has betrayed the very people he swore to serve."
A slight laugh escapes him. "That sounds exactly what I told you in the past."
"Indeed, because your words helped me back then. And now I would like to give you the same advice. Help those here by ending the monster who created such a mess. With his death, we will have a chance to save more people from this suffering."
"Thank you, Drayven. I needed to hear that."
Barenziah waves towards them. "Well, now you two got that our of your system, let us go."
They follow behind her as they rush through the blood stain streets. Every Daedra they encountered died. No enemy was spared from their slaughter. He personally crushed a few imps with his staff. To get the raging emotions out of his system as they made their way to the tower.
A wall appears at the end of their run.
A ward covers the perimeter wall of the tower to prevent anyone from getting inside. There is no way to enter or leave with out bypassing this barrier. The amount of energy fueling this obstacle is beyond anything he has ever saw.
This ward's strength goes beyond simple Super-Tier Magic and has stepped into the domain of gods.
Even with his whole might, it is impossible to enter. Brute force isn't an option here unless he is willing to sacrifice something in return.
This also meant, no Daedra could enter here either. And Jagar's forces saw no need to protect this impenetrable ward. As they are confident no one can get past this. The same goes for the Dremora who do not believe simple mortals can break their way inside.
Unfortunately their enemies never accounted for their cheat code. A hacked character in a form of a sexy dark elf.
"We are close. Just a little further." The Skeleton Key is pulled out. "This barrier will not keep us out."
The key spreads out a web of energy across the enclosure. The ward shakes to fight back the intruding tendrils. However, even the key doesn't have enough power to break through.
Then a familiar cold sweat drips down his back. Nocturnal slightly manifests behind her. No one could see the bewitching Prince besides him. Of the Mistress of Shadows who gave some of her own power to rip a gap in the barrier.
"Hurry! The shields are going to come back!"
No one else noticed the Prince's action. Nocturnal turned towards him with a knowing smile and vanishes as Barenziah rushes a head. They flail behind her to get inside.
Nocturnal's power dissipates the next moment. The barrier comes back in full force and slams the opening shut. Throwing wind across the area.
"Why didn't the key keep it open?" Drayven asks.
The better question is why did Nocturnal help us? How could she be here?
His guess is the Prince wasn't physically here. That it was only a shadow of her real self. An avatar that came from the key. As it is a part of herself.
Barenziah saw his pondering expression and misinterpreted his look.
"There is such a thing as too much power. The whole tower is a funnel for the ambient mana in the air. No matter how well the Skeleton Key can unlock things, it can not keep up with the overwhelming amount of power. And unless we can provide enough energy to match the tower's output, the best we can do is create a temporary gap."
You're partially wrong.
He believes one has to temporarily match the power for a single second to get through. That is why Nocturnal came by and gave them a hand.
The implications of a Daedric Prince watching their movements is unnerving. Dagon must be close to coming down if Nocturnal is willing to directly help them.
But why did she smile towards me? Does she happen to know what I have done to her?
Dear Divines, he hopes the Prince isn't mad from the slight molestation.
"John!" Drayven pulls his arm. "This isn't the time to be spacing out. The girl is about to enter the palace grounds without us."
They enter the Green Emperor Way.
A plaza filled with ancient graves, mausoleums and a round-about which branches off to the other sections of the city. Set dead center of the court is the Imperial Palace. The White Gold Tower, built to mimic the Adamantine Tower.
Unlike the rest of the city, the road here is spotless. Not a single drop of blood has blemished the white tiles leading around the building. With no signs of life present inside the black-yellow barrier.
It is eerily silent. A stark contrast from the noise outside the barrier. An unsettling feeling builds.
Further down the path, Barenziah climbs the steps into the tower. At this point, it would be unwise to distance themselves any further.
"I will send my stalkers to scout the area."
"Okay. But you can do that while we catch up with the girl."
His [Invisible Stalkers] perform recon in the desolate area. They sweep through the entire Imperial Palace.
The tower itself has six floors, going upwards they are the basement, throne room, the Elder Council floor, the Imperial Palace Guards' Quarters, the Elder Scrolls Library, the Blind Moth Monks' Quarters and the Imperial Battlemages' Quarters.
But they couldn't find a single person in the entire building.
"Where the hell is he?!" Barenziah shouts in frustration.
"The place is empty... I checked and I couldn't find a single living soul inside."
"What?! That, that doesn't make sense... Jagar would never leave this place. He is in love with the Ruby Throne and will not give it up after all he has sacrificed."
"Maybe, there's a secret passage?" Drayven mutters. "But why wasn't I told?"
"Drayven. Think." She says. "Did Jagar give you any hint to where he could be? Anything at all?"
"N-no. I only met him twice. One for the job and the other to hand him the staff. Not once did he tell me his plans."
"Dammit. Where could he have gone?"
The two of them brainstorm for answers as he walks over to the throne.
The first floor of the tower is the audience hall with a red leather throne on the back wall.
Usually, there is a secret tunnel around here.
In Yggdrasil, multiple dungeons have hidden mechanisms at the entrance. However, no matter how much he touches the Ruby Throne, nothing changes. There isn't a secret passageway here.
Wait... There was something...
A thought pulses to the forethought of his mind.
He sits on the chair to think. To recall what is on the tip of his mind.
Hideout... Mythic Dawn... Jagar... and Dagon. All of them have something in common. They are all the same faction and that would mean...
"John? What are you thinking of" She asks. "You are sitting on the Emperor's chair with a scowl on your face."
He couldn't help that his thinking face looks angry. He messages his cheeks and felt stubble growing on his chin.
"Oh? I may have an idea where he could be."
He deliberately gives a cryptic answer.
"Well? Tell us."
"First, I would like to check before I reply. My Daedra are currently searching the plaza once over. And I think I found where Jagar might be hiding."
If he was Jagar Tharn, he would remain hidden during this critical moment.
Since, the Crisis began when they found the last shard, it is reasonable to assume Jagar is a key part in Dagon's plans. Which means, Jagar's main priority is to establish a safe passage for Dagon to crossover. And not waste time in confronting anyone who comes knocking on his front door.
Based off his memories, he led the stalkers to the tomb. The headquarters of the Mythic Dawn found in the Oblivion game.
If there is anyplace near the palace to hide, it would be here.
And his guess is spot on.
Bellow the Tomb of Prince Camarril, there are outlines of people. Of the Mythic Dawn Cult.
Through the stalkers ability to find threats, he sees the hazy figures underground. However, the disruption field inside, limits the range of his vision. It would explain why his [Sense Enemy] skill never found anyone as he never thought of looking down.
"I got it. He is inside a Mythic Dawn Hideout." He waves them over. "Jagar should be hiding inside the Tomb of Prince Camarril. Bellow the mausoleum is a vast underground labyrinth."
"How did you find this out? What made you go there to check ?" Drayven asks.
He was about to reply with the truth until he caught himself.
"I-I just had a feeling. Yeah, I just thought where would I hide if I was a creepy imposter. Turns out the graveyard was the right call."
"Mph." She chuckles. "Good. Very Good. I'm glad we didn't come here in vain. This couldn't be possible with out you"
"Awh, don't make me blush." He jests in good humor.
"Can you two cut the chit chat? We still have an imposter to murder."
Monsters rush out out of the crypt. Swarms of Lesser Daedra came to fight them. Scamps and Clannfears worked together to drive them away from the Necropolis.
Drayven's blade slices the imps who near him, with Barenziah focusing on the raptors in the distance. While he kept the horde from exiting the mausoleum all at once. Funneling the strongest of the bunch through for his companions to pick off.
"Damn. You were right John." Drayven kills the last of his enemies. "I'm not looking forward to another dungeon dive."
Barenziah finishes on her end and nods along and says.
"I wasn't expecting their to be so many. Oblivion, I didn't know that so many Daedra could fit underground.
He sends out a [Shock Wave] into the entrance. Killing all the Lesser Daedra at once.
"Though, their numbers will work against them, guys."
He debates over what crowd control summon would work the best. The Kelpie is too large to fit inside and any familiar that is too destructive will cave the place upon them. This leaves a specialized monster, ideal for narrow corridors.
A summon that would reign king amongst the mobs.
"Just don't be frighten. I am conjuring some help. [Summon: Aboleth Lvl 47]."
His companions step away from the magic circle. As a psionic eel comes into being.
Like a creature out of a lovecraft story, this floating beast has one too many eyes and tendrils. This aquatic familiar is notorious for charming weaker creatures and draining the life out of others.
In their situation, a single Aboleth will wreck devastation upon the Lesser Daedra who are amassing in numbers again. Unlike the Kelpie, this eldritch horror is ideal in tight spaces and can only enslave the living.
"Dear Nocturnal. What is that?"
Drayven is unsettled by the monster. The tentacles reminds him of what transpired in Winterhold.
'Dear mistress, I hope John doesn't have a thing for tentacle monsters.'
The image of his comrade and Nocturnal getting along, sends shivers down his spine.
"Ha, I warned you. Anyway the Invisible Stalkers will route a path through the underground structure. While the Aboleth will turn the numerical advantage to our side."
"Like the Kelpie?" Drayven asks.
"Sort of. Though, it will have an easier time on weaker foes. Any Daedra who looks in it's eyes will easily become ensnared." He notices the discomfort on them. "You guys don't have to worry though. It is our enemies who are in for a rude wake up call." He enters the crypt. "Come follow. And do any of you know the spell, [Mage Light]?"
"I do. But why?" she asks.
"Eh..." He thinks about revealing more about himself. "Well, I've been with you two long enough that you may have noticed how strong I am."
Both of them nod their heads.
"I just didn't want to seem too strong. So, it would put me at ease, if others thought I was weaker... sorry about that."
"No, it is fine." She says. "I understand."
"Same with me. I'm confident we both knew you were slightly abnormal. Though I think it could be a Psijic Mage thing." Drayven shrugs. "Though I haven't met enough to have a good basis on them yet."
Their words took a load off his shoulders.
"I think before we confront Jagar, you should know how capable I am." He gets their attention. "Well, I would consider my self at least equal to the Imperial Battle Mage. Perhaps a bit stronger than Jagar."
He is underselling himself, but Drayven's eyes widen in surprise. While, Barenziah nods in agreement as she knew a bit of what he is capable of.
"However, on that topic, I am still not confident. For that reason, I will need your guys' help." A mellow smile builds on his face. "I may have came here for the adventure, but after all I've seen and experienced, I want stop Jagar as much as you guys."
"That is great to hear." Drayven pats his shoulder. "You helped me a lot already. Such a small secret isn't a big deal. I can't wait to see Jagar's face when he can't out muscle someone for once."
"Ha that would be funny." she chips in.
"I, thank you. No matter what, I won't let any of you die for what may come at the end."
His companions stood behind him in mild concern.
'Why did he sound so convinced? Is there something they don't know of?'
The truth of the matter is, he is afraid the worst case scenario is already unfolding. As the Deadlands in the sky becomes more vivid with every passing minute.
If Jagar is not stopped, Dagon will descend no matter what. However, even if Jagar is killed, the Prince could easily force himself to crossover at any point now. Though it will come at the cost of Dagon's overall strength.
He waves for his companions to come.
The Aboleth leads their group as they delve into the crypt and into the Necropolis. A large subterranean labyrinth with numerous rooms and interconnecting corridors.
The Aboleth begins to enslave all the Lesser Daedra waiting bellow. Converting them against the others. To fight the growing swarm of Scamps and Clannfears. The further they went in the tomb, the more Daedra were turned to their side.
Chaos spreads across the underground dungeon.
The Mythic Dawn couldn't change the tide of battle. They held the advantage at first, and tried to delay his descent at every opportunity. However, no matter how much they tried to fight back, their side kept on losing more of their members to the blasted familiar which stole their control over the Lesser Daedra.
Eventually, the cult members begun to sacrifice their own live's to impede his group at every possible moment. Tens, turn to hundreds of cultists. In under half an hour, the crypt has added close to a thousand new residents. Where the Mythic Dawn's members were killed by the droves.
The whole place smelt like sulfur from the amount of imps on their side.
The Turned Scamps grew to a large enough force to push the Mythic Dawn Cult to the brink of destruction. However, he doesn't have the time to personally hunt them all down. Leaving a few stragglers to be spared.
Their descent is soon impeded by a new arrival. Of Dremora who were sent out on Jagar's order. The Battlemage is feeling pressured by their progress and is running out of options.
The Dremora could not be controlled by the Aboleth and soon the remaining Mythic Dawn caught on to this. They sent more batches of ebony warriors their way. Of Churls who are nothing better than canon fodder.
Drayven and Barenziah stepped in at this point. Their blades killed all the Churls in their way. With him providing support in the way of buffs and tying the enemies down for them.
His companions would have found this mission impossible. As the number of enemies they faced would've worn them down.
Eventually with his help, they won the battle of attrition.
The Mythic Dawn ran out of energy to spare against him. They resorted to traps fueled by Soul Gems, until finally, they woke the undead in the Necropolis. To have them rise up from their slumber and kill everything in sight. Even if they were the ones who would end up killed in the crossfire.
At this point, he had to put in some effort to kill the unending swarm of undead. His Aboleth could not control the Drauger and loosing any more minions would be detrimental for his plan.
Through the liberal use of fire, he destroys everything in their way. The amount of devastation he caused here alone would bring a warm smile to Dagon's face. Together, they were an unstoppable force of nature. Everywhere they went, death followed their every step.
No matter what defenses you have, I have a familiar which can counter any arrangement. A little ingenuity on my part can go a long way in destroying your plans, Jagar.
They fought past the last blockade in an all out blitz. Now he will hold the back lines with the remaining Lesser Daedra under his control.
It is time to deal with Jagar, once and for all.
[POV Switch]
Jagar monitors every square inch of the palace grounds. Ever since John foiled his scrying attempt, he made a solution to his hiccup.
The answer to his problem is a Space Magic which covers the whole area.
The reason no one is above ground, is the method used to track John's group. The spell does not render an image, but instead it shows the blind spot created through John's Anti-Divination Ring.
The instant they broke through the barrier, Jagar knew. In his eyes, the blank spot in the detection array is a straight give away to someone who has snuck in.
And he would damn Oblivion if he still did not notice Nocturnal's presence.
The Prince never tried to hide from his perception in the first place. The vixen purposely showed herself to antagonize him. To dangle her Champion right in front of his nose. Subtly telling him, that his end is near.
Damn you Drayven. You will not win.
His situation grows more dreadful by the second.
The plight of his situation is now apparent. No one under his command can stop Drayven's descent. No amount of traps, Daedra or undead could halt the intruders.
How have you become so strong so fast? How is Nocturnal helping you?
There is no answer to his questions. Everything after Labrythinan went beyond his understanding.
He never would have imagined that the Nightingale would make it to this point. Drayven's earlier progress through the years, never hinted to his current ability.
How could you escape Dagon's eyes? How can you fight your way past my own troops?
All his pondering is not helping him. In fact, it is making him more anxious. However, he calms himself.
Even in the event Nocturnal herself appears, she can't undo his progress.
The Sigil Stone made by Dagon is almost done attuning with the tower's foundation. Once done, the ritual will finally be completed.
All he asks for now, is a few additional minutes. Some sort of buffer to prepare his own escape in the event Drayven is being supported by Nocturnal.
Now he must lower his head and beg for Dagon's help. To ensure his safety.
"Lord, your humble servant asks for your help. There are invaders closing in on me as I speak. The Lesser Daedra you have gave are not enough to repel my foes. For that, I ask of you, for additional help. The ritual in your name is almost completed So please, lend me your personal guards."
A statue depicting a four armed fiend glows in response. Dagon looks upon his servant in mild annoyance.
"A simple task is all I've asked of you." Dagon stares upon his kneeling figure. "Mortal, know that I have seen the game you have played with Boethiah's kin. I have tolerated you charade for long enough."
"I'm afraid I don't understand?
"You are my most devoted follower, yet you claim ignorance? You disappoint me."
"I am sorry. Please-"
" I am weary of such plays at such an hour Jagar. I shall lend you my guards as you have asked. But do not fail me again or you will find the Deadlands less than pleasing to you."
"Yes Dagon!"
"Good. Keep that enthusiasm and deal with that problem child. After my arrival, you will lead the world into a new age."
"No matter what Lord Dagon, I will carry out your plan."
"I expect nothing less. And remember Mortal, you still have a use. Do not fail or I will met out your punishment personally."
"I promise. I will bet my very life if I have to."
Dagon disappears from the statue and he thinks to himself.
Irrational fool. Asking for everything which I have is not enough for your greed. You have now turned your eyes upon my beloved... I will not stain my hands with her blood too.
And after everything I have done for the betterment of the world... Will I meet my end here too?
Two Oblivion Gates open and five Valkynaz step out. They are Dremora Princes who serve as the personal guards for Mehrunes Dagon.
They are ebony skin humanoids with horns growing out of their head. Unlike the other Dremora, the Valkynaz do not wear a helmet. This is to represent their status above their other kin. Along with their armor and weapons as they are far beyond simple standards.
Jagar bows his head slightly to the Dremora.
"Dagon is greatly disappointed that my group must be sent here." Solemn states. "Know this is your final mercy to regain your lost honor. We will stay here in case you have need of our help. However, I suggest you take the opportunity to finish the ritual first before we deal with the intruders."
"Thank you Solemn." Jagar straightens himself out. "Your help will be much appreciated. Though, I am afraid it is too late to personally over see the ritual any longer. As my enemies are right outside my door step."
"I see. Then it was right to call upon Dagon. Failure would have been a greater dishonor after everything he has done for you."
"I know. That is why I would like you to wait for my signal when they come."
"Jagar, if you were any other mortal, I would have taken such a suggestion as an insult. However, your loyalty remains favorable in Dagon's eyes for now. And my blade is for my liege. If I must obey you, I shall do it begrudgingly."
"That is all I ask for. I will not stop you if you wish to see to the extermination personally."
"Very well." Solemn signals his group to follow behind him.
If he gives Solemn any reason to doubt his words, the Dremora will strike him down. And so far, he has proved his usefulness to Dagon.
However, he doesn't know that Dagon and Solemn has seen past his silver tongue. And saw a mere mortal who wants power beyond himself. A pointless goal that will get him killed in due time.
Unfortunately they saw a false face he has put up.
No one will ever know the true reason he bathed the world red in blood.
I will get the last laugh Dagon. As that man is already on his way here.
Soon, very soon I will close the blasted doors for good.
He will sacrifice everything to see this through.
Hundreds of feet underground is the final floor of the tomb.
They enter the second to last chamber of the crypt.
From the opposite hallway appears the Imperial Battlemage. The mad wizard who started this whole mess. The deranged man who has the blood of millions on his hands. Of Jagar Tharn, the sworn enemy of the world who has brought forth the end of the world.
Behind their mortal enemy is five Dremora.
The appearance of these Daedra sends shivers down his comrades' backs. Barenziah chokes from the mere presence of the Valkynaz while Drayven gasps for breath.
[Mana Essence] shows how deadly the Dremora are. However, they pale in comparison to Jagar. The Battlemage's mere presence sends warning signals to him.
He is the most dangerous one. But, those Dremora are no laughing matter either. I will be pressed to take the five of them on at once in a safe manner. Let alone adding Jagger to the mix.
This is his first time seeing Jagar, the man who brought forth the Oblivion Crisis.
Jagar is a Bosmer mixed with a Breton. The elf's blood runs deeply in him and made his ears jagged and his mana potent. White hair sticks to his forehead from the sweat on his face. Behind his black cloak is a pair of red eyes that are bloodshot and crazed.
The man, looks evil. A villain no matter how he looks at him.
"Well. Well. Well. Look who we got here." Jagar looks upon them. "A stranger and two familiar faces. I would say I am impressed, but I am more aggravated than anything else at the moment. So, guests. Why have you come to my humble abode?"
"Shut up. You have no right to question us."
"I don't Barenziah?" His eyes takes a harsh look. "You stole from me girl. This action of mine could hardly be considered an insult. I would call it common courtesy to greet you after all you have went through."
Before she could retort, Drayven speaks up.
"What is your point in this useless banter? We came here for your head and put an end to your machinations. Their is no need for your idle talk."
"Oh? It seems the little snake has some bite in him after all. Last time we met, you ran away to lick your wounds. Hm, I wonder how that bitch, Nocturnal felt after your humiliation? Wait. Let me guess." He taps his staff. "Ah, that is right, she probably gave you an ultimatum. You fix your mistake or your soul will become one of her Gloam Knights. Am I right?"
"Jagar, you have no right to say her name. She would never turn on me like that. Your silver tongue is wasted on a man like you."
"But the same can be said about you too. If you think about it, we are rather similar, you and I. You betrayed Barenziah and I the kingdom." His tongue licks his lips and he raises both brows. "My dear, has he ever told you about the full extent of his betrayal? Of what he kept hidden from you all this time?"
"Betrayal? He told me about his regret when working for you. But, nothing else..."
"So, he never mentioned how he lied for the pas-"
"Jagar!" Drayven draws his sword. "Silence yourself or I dare you to speak so I can personally cut your tongue out!"
Jagar pulls his hood down and gives a chilling smile.
"Oh! BUT I DO DARE!" He points at Drayven. "You mongrel betrayed my trust! Barenziah deserves better than this! She has the right to know how you have been tricking her since the very start!"
"N-"
"W-what does he mean Drayven?"
The Nightingale looks away from her and glares towards Jager.
"Let me answer for him Your Highness." Jagar does a mocking bow. "Before this fool got himself in trouble with his Lady, he worked for me. All he has ever done for you is a facade. A fake. This man is not worthy of your trust or affection."
"Jagar! I have changed!"
"Oh. But did you truly? You were meant to rehide the blasted Staff of Chaos again. Did that vixen truly turned you against me?"
"Don't play games Jagar. We know the truth."
"Ah yes. I recall now." His blood red eyes radiates with anger. "Little snake, you are a traitor through and through. It wasn't enough to lie to my dear Barenziah. You had to stab me right here too."
Jagar points to his heart.
"Now how will she see you now? A wretched man like you should never be trusted. You allow a disgusting being to dictate your life. It repulses me to even think of such a thing as a person."
"B-but..."
"Is this true?"
She stares at Drayven with scorn.
"It is." Drayven becomes sharper and the atmosphere around him is similar to Jagar's. "However, I have changed. That isn't the case anymore."
"Lies I say. The Nightingale betrayed you and he betrayed me. Who is to say he won't do so again? The truth is, he never gave a shit about you Barenziah. This man is incapable of holding the same affection I have for you." He opens his arms. "He would rather lick the feet of Nocturnal than save your life."
"Lies!"
"How are you so sure snake? I only wish for Barenziah to come back to me. To warm my lonely bed in the night again. I miss her affection dearly. I would have given her everything even my own heart on a platter. As I have nothing else worthy to give. But you?" He raises his nose. "You did not even enjoy the comfort of her flesh. Let alone are you willing to go so far as I for another."
"You are lying. Drayven would... he would..."
Realization shows before disgust appears on Barenziah's face. Everything Jagar has said is true. She thought Drayven was truly remorseful, but she has been lying to herself if she believed it.
'How long has he been playing me? For years? How can I trust him now?'
"My sweet Barenziah. Drayven will end up helping me hide the staff. But, I do not mind if you want to play the fool in our game once again." Jagar pulls out a journal. "Here is my diary my Lady. Do you not want to read it all over again? All you have to do is come back to me... please?"
Jagar held his shaky arms out to her. His face almost seems genuine.
"Barenziah, don't listen to him!" Drayven draws his sword. "This man is lying!"
"Just look at the snake my dear! Look upon the disgusting thing you have called your companion."
"Both of you shut up! Y-you! All of you have hurt me! I will not be tricked again! I do not trust either of you!"
Jagar sees the distrust unfolding before his very eyes. It pains him, but the sweet disdain is greater towards Drayven. Jagar felt like he has won the battle.
Meanwhile, John is flabbergasted at this scene.
The love triangle!
He would never have guessed he would find this legendary fable.
Huh? Wait... I am part of this triangle too!
No way in Hell you guys are getting away with this shit on my watch.
His eyes took on a predatory look upon Jagar and Drayven.
"John. Please... believe me." Drayven pleas. "I may not have been remorseful in the past, but I feel regret now for my actions. So, please... do not look at me like her. I am a different man now after all these years."
"I-I don't think you are such a monster that Jagar portrays. Maybe, he was right at one point in time. But when you thought Barenziah died in the Fortress of Ice, you have showed me the truth. You felt remorse at the thought of her death. And even though you wore a facade when we met, this doesn't change anything between us. We are friends. We can always start again, from zero."
"T-truly?"
"Yes. I got your back no matter what. Now let us deal with this fucking bastard." He points to Jagar. "Yo. You leprechaun freak! What the hell did you say about my boi Drayven?!"
"Who are you?"
"I'm the person who is going to kick your ass! So get ready for the ass whopping of your life."
Everyone went silent. Jagar, Barenziah and Drayven gave him a confused look.
Barenziah speaks up. "Um... That is slang for beating him up?"
"Y-yes."
"Fool. You don't know what you speak of. How can you trust that wretched snake?"
"Huh? I dare you to come here yourself and say that to my face bastard."
"Ph I don't have time to deal with rabble like yourself. These Dremora here are personally gifted by Dagon himself. Consider it an honor that they will deal with your cocky attitude as I rid myself personally of this thorn in my side."
"The hell is that suppose to mean?"
His words go unanswered as the Valkynaz charge towards him. Jagar turns his back on him. To deal with Drayven.
The five Dremora are equivalent to a Lvl 75 enemy. Their combine assault of arrows, magic and sword swings forced him back.
He dodges the attacks as they flew by him numerous times as his footwork could hardly keep up with them.
Dammit. Don't ignore me! When I was acting cool!
Jagar destroyed his moment.
Now he has to deal with the Dremora. And he is being pushed to a corner. His Mage Class is currently showing the lack of physical stats. Thankfully, the recent upgrade from the Skeleton Key has bolstered his stats beyond a typical Lvl 80 warrior.
Barenziah tries to rush over to him. Her heartfelt action is unneeded, but appreciated.
"Don't worry about me! Go get Jagar! I will join you guys when I'm done!"
The leader of the Valkynaz sliced abruptly with his claymore. Creating a zigzag pattern as thin beams of light shoots towards him.
The Branch of Yggdrasil slams to the ground and [Ground Piercing] activates. The special ability lifts a chunk of stone in the way.
His makeshift barrier stops the light beams. However, the earth isn't enough to completely block the attack. Luckily, he manages to return fire.
"[Scatter Shot: Maximize Fireball]"
A shower of magma projectiles ignites the dust in the air. An explosion follows the attack and shakes the room. The Valkynaz brace for the shockwave of heat and weathered under the barrage of fireballs.
A Dremora raises his hand through the volley and fires a beam of electricity. Interrupting his attack as a plasma geyser nicks him.
"Ouch." He holds his hand up. "You gave me a slight scratch... Now you must pay the price [Totem Explosion]."
Inside the scorched crater, a silver totem cracks. Ice spreads quickly through out the field. It caught the Valkynaz Mage off guard. And the thermal expansion destroys the Daedric Armor until a cloth is all that is left.
Before the other Valkynaz could react, he follows through with another spell.
"[Implosion 10th tier]"
Blood vessels across the Dremora's body withers and pulls together in the center of the chest. The bones in the mage's body begin to crack and splinter. Until the organs inside the mage is ruptured.
The Valkynaz died in a instant from start to finish.
"Ha one down. Four more to go." He twirls his staff. "So which one of you bastards are next?"
The second he said this, a faint light launches towards his back.
One of the Valkynaz used their Daedric Bow and Space Magic to curve the projectile to his blind side. However, he only had to tilt his neck to the side.
"Rule one. Always aim for center mass. Now, since you have volunteered yourself let me take a page from Momonga. [Stream of Lava]."
Exactly how Momonga killed his Mythril Golems back then, a torrent of magma sprays forth from his hands. The spell is so quick that none of the other's could react in time. All they could do is watch as their comrade melts under the unending stream of lava.
The Dremora Princes came to realize he is toying with them.
"Warrior. What is your name."
"Oh, you can talk? Your lesser brethren are all about tearing hearts out of people. But, since you asked, you can call me John."
"John. Very well. You can call me Solemn. And like my brethren we thrive in battle. To feel alive and have meaning in our existence."
"Even the Churls?"
"N-no. Everyone but the Churls. They don't seek much else, but to appease their fragile ego."
He chuckles at that.
"Since you are so courteous, I will send you three personally to Dagon."
"To fall in battle is a honor. But we shall see if that holds to be true."
By the time he is done talking, the other two Valkynaz have sprung their trap.
On both sides of him are rows of ebony needles. They flew out of the ground and surprised him slightly. There is only half an inch left before they hit him.
Solemn believed he has won. However, everything stopped.
"[Time Stop]. You got close to hitting me. For that, I give you props. Sadly I am still out of your league. The best it would have done is give me a few splinters."
His hand pinches the air and destroys the needles. He walks to the two Valkynaz at his sides and pulls out his ceremonial dagger. A quick slice across their throats, kills the saboteurs.
He [Teleports] in front of Solemn and holds the knife against the leader's neck.
"What?" Solemn unfreezes. "You. You are amazing. I was right. You are indeed a worthy adversary."
"Thank you. Perhaps we could meet again, but on better terms."
"Ah yes. If you survive my Lord's arrival, we will surely meet again." The Valkynaz pushes the dagger closer to his throat. "If you call upon me, I will answer so we can fight again."
His knife plunges into the Dremora's neck.
There was no other outcome than this. Solemn knew he was out of their league since the start.
"*Sigh* You Dremora are a bunch of battle freaks."
"H-ha... True... But only we, who.. follow... Dagon are."
Solemn's soul returns to the Deadlands to be revived. He will carry the news of a worthy challenger for the other Valkynaz to test their mettle against. To allow the others to find excitement in the face of a challenge.
John held his hand.
The mage nicked him and his nerves are slightly numb. The cut on his palm is minimal compared to the slight throbbing spreading from his finger tips.
"DIE!" A shout travels all the way to him.
A large orb of darkness falls upon Drayven.
Drayven is worn out and couldn't dodge in time. The moment, he was about to teleport and save the Nightingale, a blur pushes Drayven out of harms way.
"Barenziah!"
The spell sucks her into a void as green electricity melts the room. A large explosion follows and sends Drayven rolling across the floor.
By the time Drayven got up, it is already too late.
"Why... Why... you. I, thought you hated me..." A faint shadow grows. "After all this, you died... " The surrounding grows a little colder. "You... Jagar... You killed her." Shadows begin to leak out of Drayven's armor. "Do you really wish to be hated by everyone you monster?"
Jagar is just as stun, but fails to dodge the shadows which came alive. Jagar's own shadow stabs into his heels and digs in. A quick teleport away, is met with a Nightingale Arrow straight to his knee.
"Fuck! You think I wanted to do that!" Jagar screams. "You fool! I loved her! You! You were the one who got her killed!"
Jagar throws his cloak off and rips the arrow out. Blood dribbles out of his leg as he walks to the injured Nightingale.
Jagar's face is contorted from pure fury, which radiates far stronger than anything else in the room. All the shadows sprung to life to attack him. But each one is crushed from his growing rage. No amount of arrows shot by Drayven could break pass his ward.
Drayven tries to back away, but stumbles on his knees in exhaustion. The pressure exerted by Jagar is far beyond anything he has ever experienced.
"Drayven! You have killed her! Once again you stabbed me in the heart! But this time, this wound will never heal! I will continue to bleed from your actions today! You have no right to even breath the same air as she did!
Jagar puts absolute pressure upon Drayven. The chill made from the agitated shadows is burnt away. Jagar's emotions causes his mana to spike several levels beyond his control. The very ground he treads upon, cracks with his every step.
Drayven flails to keep himself on his knees. The shadows around him try to blanket him from the pressure, but they're snuffed out of existence. Not even Nocturnal's protection can protect Drayven from the Battlemage's rage.
"Do you have any last words snake?" Jagar's voice is so cold, that even John gulped. Such anger and remorse is beyond simple words. "Know your precious mistress is nothing to me. Once I send you to her, I will go burry my beloved."
Blood drips out of Drayven's mouth as he cracks his molars.
"I... regret... nothing." Drayven spits in Jagar's face.
"I see. I hope you will suffer from your actions today. While Nocturnal tortures you, tell her I will never forgive her for what she has done to me. With that said, will that be all you would like to say little snake?"
"No... there is one, one more thing..." Drayven smiles deviously. "You better..."
"Watch your back."
Jagar's eyes widen as two daggers plunge through his chest. Before he could say anything, the blades lifts him into the air as he struggles to be freed. However, blue flames burn a whole in his chest cavity as the blades twist in opposite directions. Bisecting his body in half.
As Jagar falls to the floor, he sees the mysterious attacker.
"B...ziah.. w...? "
The figure behind him is the person who should have died.
Barenziah is worse for wear, but is still standing.
Blue ethereal armor covers her body from head to toe. And her daggers have blue flame's licking the edges.
"Fuck you."
"I... I... see... pl...forgi-"
"To late for that Jagar. This is for my husband asshole." Barenziah stabs him straight through the head. "Now with you dead he can rest in peace, fucker."
The armor over her came from the ebony ring on her finger. John's gift protected her from the attack and covered her in a temporary spell. Now that the battle is over, the Animated Ethereal Armor recedes back into the ring.
She turns to Drayven. "You need some help?"
"Y-yes." Drayven is yanked to his feet "But how, are you alive?"
"I can answer that." John appears behind them. "I gave her a gift to help protect her. And imagine my surprise when Jagar manage to cast a 10th tier spell."
"Tier?" They ask.
"Uh, never mind. We both thought you died for a second there. I'm glad my gift helped you."
"John... You were right. I didn't die." She still can't believe she is here. " I thought when the black void swallowed me, that was it. That I died... That I was actual gone..."
"Well, you're still kicking. And very much alive as far as I can see."
"I know. I know. It is just... I am overcome with many feelings right now."
Brushing close with death, defeating Jagar and still alive to tell the tale is a lot to take in. She believed this was to be her end.
"Told you I wouldn't let you die for nothing." He sticks his tongue out.
"Ugh, whatever." She turns around. "So Drayven, I think I saw you crying back there."
"Psh, I was not." Drayven wipes a tear from his eye. "I think after all of this, I will need to take a break. To take some time for myself in self reflection."
"With Nocturnal?" he asks.
"No. I don't think she would help me with this. Now, pry that green gem out of Jagar's chest and let us free the Emperor."
"I couldn't have said it better. Sounds like a plan." She says.
From her back she retrieves the Staff of Chaos.
Touching the staff to Jagar's chest, a gem emerges. A brilliant green light flashes as the two combine and a magic circle in the last room lights up.
"I bet that is where we will find the Emperor." he says.
"I agree." She replies "There is no reason for us to tarry here then."
The three of them rush down the hallway and enter Jagar's study. There are Mythic Dawn scriptures and orders of all kinds laid out on the desk. With a detailed map of all of Dagon's forces and names of those undercover working for the Mythic Dawn.
"Barenziah, I will grab these documents." Drayven says. "We will need this info to flush the rats out of hiding. You and John can get the ritual started."
"Alright. So John, would you like to do the honors?" She points to the pulsing magic circle. "You are the reason we made it here. If not for your help, we might've died back there."
She saw bits of his battle. Of the overwhelming power he used to overcome five Dremora Princes. No ordinary person could have held their own against them, let alone come out on top of the fight.
"Give me it."
"Just don't break the staff. Okay?"
She hesitantly gives it to him.
"Huh? Why would I do that?"
"John..." She groans. "Open the portal please."
"O-okay."
He silently casts [All Appraisal Magic Item].
Staff of Chaos (World Item)
Creator: Loreth
Skills:
[Teleport EX]
[Space Affinity EX]
[Green Space Modifier Max] - This converts all spells to green and adds base space dps.
[Spell Modifier Max]
[Indestructible Unique]
[Lorkhan's Protection Max]
[Black Heart Blessing]
Flavor Text:
There is no place unseeable, unreachable or unknowable. Just close your eyes and imagine the world you wish for.
- May this staff bring those to their desired reality as it did so for me.
This is strong. Really strong. If I read this right, then I can go anywhere in the world.
The ability of the Staff of Chaos is beyond broken. To go to any place he can think of and bypass all obstacles makes it worthy of the World Item ranking. On top of this, it is frighteningly powerful. Much stronger it terms of Space Magic than his own Staff of Yggdrasil.
But first, he has a job to do first. Later he can be awe struck by this staff.
He taps the ritual marks and green light spreads forth into the air. A portal forms and a link is established to one of the Oblivion Planes.
A figure appears inside the portal.
"Emperor! You need to escape! Come here!"
Barenziah plunges her hand into the rift and pulls the silhouette out.
"Septim" She turns to face the man. "Are you alr-"
Her voice dies in her throat. What she is holding onto is a severed hand. The rest of Uriel Septim's body lays collapsed on the floor. Diced up into several pieces of flesh.
Barenziah wipes her hand clean as she may become infected by what ever killed the Emperor.
"My word." Drayven comes over and bends down. "These wounds, they are fresh. Oblivion has damned us all."
"Jagar, that sick son of a bitch. He tricked us." he says. "He bought time for the Mythic Dawn's ritual."
"Wait... Was this place, bait to lure us here?" She asks.
"Yes... No? What ever Jagar was doing here is important for the cult as a whole. This must've been their headquarters. There is no way it could have been anything else." An idea comes to mind. "Dammit. Solemn knew this was bound to happen."
"Solemn?"
"I'm afraid I will have to use Plan B."
"Plan B?" They ask.
"Yes. Plan B is where we will find Martin Septim and throw him into the Dragonfire. The Emperor's son will then allow Akatoshs' avatar to manifest."
"What?!" She gasps. "I thought all his children are dead? And why do we need Akatosh here?"
"Cause-"
A huge earthquake shakes the room. A red pulse of energy seeps from bellow the floor from a ley line. The mana sinks into the roof and travels to the top of the White Gold Tower.
"Dammit, Plan A it is... I didn't want it to come to this."
"John what in Oblivion is going on? What are you not telling us?"
A larger earthquake throws them off balance. Above ground, a giant portal rips into the sky. Connecting the Imperial Palace with the Deadlands in a forced manner. Earlier than what was planned by the Mythic Dawn.
"Barenziah... Dagon he's-"
The whole room goes strangely still. The hairs on his neck stands up. For the first time in his life, he feels mortal danger. An impeding doom that has awakened his instinctual need for survival.
He forces back his animalistic mind and helps alleviate his companions. Allowing Drayven and Barenziah to breath through the power radiating far above them.
"Dagon is here. And I will have to go confront him."
"No. No you can't. Use the staff and get us out of here." She says.
"I can't do that... Barenziah, I made a promise to myself."
"Forget promises. This is hopeless. We can only weather the storm now." Drayven says. "Dagon is the least of my concerns as I have failed my Lady."
"Drayven just shut up. I like you more when you were crying." She retorts. "John do you actually have a plan besides killing Septim's son?"
He gives both of them a cheeky smile.
"I do." He flexes his biceps. "Look at these babies. They're pumped up and ready to lay the smack down on Dagon."
"... You're joking?" She looks from him to Drayven. "Tell me he is joking."
"No miss. John here has that look in his eyes." Drayven sighs. "He actually meant what he said. The world is already doomed anyway. I might as well watch it go out with a bang before heading back."
"John, I." She bites her response back. "Show me that you can do this. I want to believe, that you can surprise me once again..."
"I promise to make it a good one. One which will blow the socks off of you..." He sees her confusion. "Ugh, that means it will shock you so much, you can't keep still. Come on guys. Get excited."
"We don't have time for that." Drayven says.
"Hm. We actually do." he retorts. "My Invisible Stalkers are outside watching a big sinister cloud forming as energy used in the barrier is funneling into the Oblivion Gate. Oh! Well we have an arm popping out of the portal now. And another one... And another one... And a another one."
"Huh?"
"Well madam, be prepared cause we got a healthy Dagon on our hands."
"Oh, you are referring Dagon to a newly born." She laughs. "Now that is something to imagine."
"And it looks like our Daedric Prince is heading straight to the Dragonfire. Drayven you got everything here?" Drayven nods. "Good, everyone stay close. I'm about to open a portal."
[Gate 10th tier] activates. All three of them walk through the screen and exit above ground again. At the same time, he banishes the Aboleth.
In the distance is Dagon in all of his glory. He is about to crush the building holding the Dragonfire. The sole thing that is keeping the Deadlands from merging with Nirn.
As he is about to teleport in front of Dagon, it happened.
Martin Septim you glorious bastard. You freaking did it!
Stopping Dagon's war path is an aspect of Akatosh. A giant ethereal dragon which is fighting tooth and nail to kill the Daedric Prince.
"John."
"Yes, Barenziah."
"You may want to initiate Plan A."
"W-wait? Why?"
Following her finger, he sees Akatosh is loosing the fight badly.
"Well, shit."
Cult of the Black Worm
[(God)The Shade of the Revenant Lvl EX] - Also called Necromancer's Moon. The divine body created during the Warp in the West. Every eight days it orbits the planet of Arkay and blocks it from the night sky. Allowing purple light to shine down as the Revenant takes control over the cycle of Life and Death. Allowing the creation of Black Soul Gems.
[(God)Mannimarco Lvl 100++] - Caused the Warp in the west. Leads the cult. Dragonbreak separated him from his divine body. He is the 'ego' of the Revenant.
Worm Nests
[Fellowship of Anchorites] - The collective group of Anchorites. They're the inner circle and most evil necromancer's under Mannimarco.
[Necromancer's Altar] - Can use Animus Geodes as a continuous source of power. A blood offering to the Necromancer's Moon will convert a Grand Soul Gem to Black.
Members
[(Boss)Worm Anchorite Lvl 56+] - Leaders of the nests. Subordinates to Mannimarco. In charge of creation of Black Soul Gems and Necromancer Altars. They create Flesh Atronachs and the Worm Warriors. They're Liches who retain their looks.
[(Boss)Worm Flesh Atronach Lvl 43] - Has weapons sown into arms. Very tanky and quick on its feet.
[(Elite)Worm Necromancer Lvl 32] - They create the Lesser Undead. And have Worm Thralls. They're still flesh and blood.
[Worm Warriors Lvl 16] - Worm Thralls who were trained to be part of the Death Squad.
[Worm Thralls Lvl 8] - Citizens who were ensnared through magic.
[Worm Skeleton Lvl 13] - Unlike the typical white skeleton, these are grayish with purple light in their eyes.
[Worm Ghost Lvl 8] - Unlike a blue specter, they are a greyish color.
[Worm Zombie Lvl 18] - Just a zombie with a cool name and purple eyes.
Items
[Soul Gems] - Squeezes the spirit of a soul and converts it into energy to be stored inside.
[Animus Geodes] - An alchemy created Soul Gem. It is very fragile, but can house a sentient soul. Like John's Soul Crystal, but more fragile.
[Black Soul Gem] - Grand Soul Gem turns Black at Altar. Purple light flies down at midnight from the Necromancer's Moon. Houses Sentient Souls more than one?
Monster Info
[The Flesh Atronach] is a conglomeration of skin sewn together with mystical symbols and an iron collar. They are the souls of Daedra in an animated shell,
Flesh Atronachs use destruction magic and melee attacks to kill their enemies and are able to jump long distances.
There are two types of Flesh Atronachs, the first one being the larger and having weapons sewn on to its arms. The second type is the smaller of the two and has colorful glowing gems behind its stitches.
Enemies
[Clannfear Lvl 13] - Bigger version of the runt. Styracosaurus head on a raptors' body
[The Scamp Lvl 10] - Is an imp that can cast Flare a spell that does 6pts dps.
[Churl Lvl 12] - Lowest rank of Dremora. They all have regular maces and can summon Lesser Daedra. Slaves?
[Mythic Dawn Lvl 13 - Lvl 30+] - Mostly mages and I'm lazy to add ranks for them as they're not the focus. Just killable mobs who initiated this crisis.
[(Elite)Valkynaz Lvl 75+] - Dagon's personal guards. They're the Princes of Dremora.
[(Boss)Valkynaz Solemn Lvl 80+] - Buddy
[(Boss)Jagar Tharn Lvl 75] - Mr. Crazy
[(Boss)Jagar Tharn(+) Lvl 83] - Mr. Psychopath
Summons
[Aboleth Lvl 47] - Basically a big, psionic eel straight out of a Lovecraft short story. Can charm living beings. Individually it is really weak, but is a good escapist.
[Fire Nue Lvl 44] x 12 - Tiger with snake tail. Listens to a commander authority. Able to turn into smoke. [Passive: Curse Fire]
[Fire Nue Leader Lvl 55] x 1 - Sacrificing its fighting capability to lead its pack efficiently. +Teamwork
[Cloud Giants Lvl 40] x 3 - Teal humanoids/can turn into mist
[(Boss)Cloud Titan Lvl 74] - Combines 3 Cloud Giants. Looks like Zeus from Greek Mythology. Good at shaping terrain, but at the cost of less DPS
Temporary Summons (Need Soul Crystals)
[Invisible Stalkers Lvl 60] x 3 - They learned to listen. There isn't a need to bring them up any time soon.
Spells
Miscellaneous
[Mana Essence - Reveals targets' mana reserves.] [All Appraisal Magic Item][Shock Wave - AOE][Mage Lights][Sense Enemy][Curse Fireballs]
[Purple Chains? - I never added a name to this skill... might name them after the god sealing chains lol.]
Tiers
[Composite Magic: Scatter Shot: Maximized Fireball] - crushes a spell into small fragments. Increases spell grade by two tiers.
[Implosion 10th tier] - Implodes a target. Causing either internal collapse or a physical body to crumple into a ball.
[Totem Explosion: White Frost 7th tier] - Totem stores spell. It blows up.
[Time Stop 10th tier] - Time is halted either in a specific range or the caster removes himself from the time stream temporarily.
[Gate 10th tier - Opens portal for allies. Connects two planes of existences. Can be held open as long mana is supplied.]
Equipment
[Ruby Ceremonial Dagger (Divine)] - Cuts necks like butter. Gem stores mana for spells/skills
[Skeleton Key (World)]
[Staff of Chaos (World)] - [Teleport EX][Space Affinity EX][Green Space Modifier Max][Spell Modifier Max][Indestructible (Unique)][Lorkhan's Protection Max][Black Heart Physique I]
[Staff of Yggdrasil (Divine)] [NEW] - I think a ability for this weapon would be having instant/free casts of terrain modifying spells. EX: [Ground Piercing][Toxic Cloud][Swamp stuff][Volcano].
Equipment Buff (Experimental)
I - 100%
II - 200%
III - 300%
IV - 400%
Max - 500%
EX - Beyond 500%
Unique - Uncommon Ability Passive
/These all are references. I won't number crunch at all. So this will be a loose indicator on function/utility. Only Unique will play a major role./
Post Author's Notes
This is my favorite chapter I wrote as of yet. I think I nailed Jagar's madness a little while keeping him not too inhumane to relate with. I also tried to keep this close to the MC's perspective for the most part. I may have failed during the last part with Jagar's death.
Overall, I think this is an improvement since the first chapter I wrote.
Now I got to write the big climax. Which will take quite a while. Probably will take me at least more than a week to get it perfected. After this chapter, I have at least two chapters planned before the Arc concludes. I will also foreshadow two events.