Chapter 17: The Ghost of You
(A/N: OMFG! @mugestuxshiro Fangz for the revi3w!!! U bring me 2 lyfe!!! Lol geddit lik3 da title of this fic)
Barleyna and me followed Erroror and Erik the Slayer into the deeps of the ruens of Ansilvund. We were still yet to find the works of Shalidoor that Urgag Grow-Shrub sent us to go look for, and Error figured that some extra help wouldn't hurt since they have to fight a powerful narcromancer later.
Erik told me they found a book that tells the adorable love story of these Nord hero's named Fjori and Holgeir, but there's this evil narcromance named Lu'ah wanna bring them to life (lol geddit, like Evanescence) and brainwash them to fight for her because she's derprrssed about her dead hisband. I kinda felt bad for Lu'ah and her story touched my bleeding heart, but Error was determined to defeat her because he think she's evil and hes supposed to be the hero of Skyrim of or something.
Suddenly some zombies came out! They call them Draugr here in Skyrim, which is weird because that's the Innkeeper's name in Winterheld. One tried to bite me in the face, but Erik took out his huge, long, hard, thicc, steal greatsword and stabbed it before it could get to me.
"OMFG you saved me!" I said to Erik while blushing.
Erik smiled at me before turning around and slicing another dagur's head off. He was so hot when he was fighting. I watched the way his muscular arms contacted while he swang his big sword.
"Less talking more fighting!" Error shouted at me as he headshotted a dragur with his enoby bow.
I stuck my black-nail-polished middle finger up at him for being a douche and ruining my romantic moment. And then I tried summoning my flame atriarch but nothing came out!
Apparently, I had low magicka! I gasped! And then I remembered D'Jango's scrolls!!! He said it's supposed to cover me with a flame clock to protect myself from the zombehs.
I cast the spell using J"Mango's exparimental scrolls to cover myself with a flame clock, but the scroll exploded! It burned the zombie that was just about to bite my face but it hit me too! I used a healing spell that I learned from that one professor with an annoying voice to heal myself. Since the scroll didn't work like I thought it would, so I tried using another one. D'Jango gave me 10 scrolls to make sure i had enough.
BOOM!! The second scroll exploded too and it hit Error who was standing behind me. He didn't suffer too much damage because of his enoby armor was enchanted with fire resistance.
"Watch where you're casting those spells, damn it!" He yelled at me angrily.
"Whatever! You weren't even hurted that bad!!!" I shooted back. And then I took a third scroll and tried again.
BOOM! It exploded again. I got hurted again, but luckily the last scroll took out the rest of the dragur in the chamber. That was when Barleyna told me that maybe all of D'Jango's scrolls were defective so I stopped using them. She's so smart. I wouldn't have figured that out myself!
Error was nice enough to give us all healing portions and after everyone healed themselves, we moved on to the next part of the ruens. OMFG! There were so many traps! There were swinging axes and poison arrows and stuff. Brenana punted out the pressure plates on the ground to me.
"Everyone, stay here. I'll try to disarm the traps." Error told us.
"Alright. Be careful, 'Nir." Brenana said worriedly.
"OMFG just because your the chosen one doesn't mean you have to do everything," I said.
"Gods, I'm trying to help. Why do you always have to complain about something?" Error pulled his long luscious hair in furstation. He called me an insufferable wrench under his breath and it was really offensive.
"Why do you have to be so angry at me all the time?!1" I shooted back at him but his friend Erik pulled me aside.
Erik said sorry about his friend and explained that Errornir is only an ass because he's Dragonborn and that means the faith of the world lays souly on his shoulders. I couldn't imagine how hard it must be for him, and i thought his dark side made him more attractive. It made my heart ache for him and I suddenly don't not like him anymore. Erik also apologyed for thinking I was a narcromancer.
I watched Error swiftly and nimbley dodge the tarps. He was so graceful and roguish as he was dancing around the sharp blades in his pitch black enoby armor that it made me so hott for him. It's too bad he was dating Brenana.
After Errornir pulled a chain, the blades stopped moving and we safely crossed the tarps. We eventually reached the last room in the ruins after fighting more dragur, but I still couldn't find Shalidoor's ritings.
When we all crossed the gate, there were more dragur waiting for us with scary glowing blue eyes. They were wearing skimpy armor made of a black ancient metal and had ornamentally carved swords that were antique. The zombies were being led by a mysterious lady. It was... Alo'ha the Narcromancer!