The members of Beacon came out of the rift stumbling and sick; Issac and the other planeswalkers on the other hand, were completely stable. All of CRDL and JNPR were vomiting, Goodwitch was leaning against a pillar, and Team RWBY was sprawled out on the ground. Issac laughed at the plight of the people, "don't worry, it happens to the best and strongest on their first walk... it'll pass in little while". All of the members of the groups recovered from the effects some time later and took a good look around,
(A.N. I did not play Oblivion or Dawnguard [I think Dawnguard is the one where you go to oblivion, but I'm not sure it might have been the Dragonborn DLC] so I have NO IDEA what Oblivion looks like, so I will make it fit with the original aesthetic of the Skyrim Mace of Molag Bal… don 't judge me, I don't have money for DLC because I use XBOX and I'm 15)
The sky was dark and ash was falling from it, deep grey stone walls surround them all, arcane symbols adoring the walls. None of the students could read the text, but the planeswalkers, being fluent in the daedric dialect, read the stories of death and conquering that were etched into the stone.
Issac looked for any sign of Molag Bal sending his forces to intercept them. He flew into the air after casting an invisibility spell on himself.
(A.N. Issac is a master of the following schools of magic: Destruction and Conjuration, but is capable of casting invisibility [illusion] and dabbles with restoration)
He had gone up thirty meters and scanned the horizon for the dark cathedral (again I must say, I have no idea what Oblivion looks like), he could not see any detail on the construction over the scorched dirt and burned constructions. Dropping to the ground he saw a group of dremora closing in on the party on the ground, maintaining his invisibility he contacted Michael with psionic connection '7 dremora closing in, use a stealth spell on the group and hide'
'Understood' Michael casted a muffling and cloaking spell on the group, and pulled them into an enclosure in the small tomb a few meters behind them. Issac landed on top of one of the pillars and prepped an incantation for a multiple homing fireball spell. Unleashing the spell, his invisibility dispelled. The dremora heard the spell activate and all turned towards the source of the sound. The orbs of flame flew towards them at high speeds; they all recognized Issac's wings and turned to run and evade the fireballs but failed due to the homing attributes of the spell. The explosions radiated from all of them.
Michael dispelled the effects of his illusion, and led the party out of the tomb. Issac dropped from his perch and landed with a *woomf* and rushed to the corpses and raided their weapons, armor and hearts. After storing them in his P.S.P.D. he walked to the party. "that was fast; even for you"
"yep, I am that awesome" Issac puffed out his chest with pride,
"Don't get cocky, that was seven. Molag Bal will have hundreds protecting the Dark Cathedral and even more inside, speaking of which could you see the Cathedral from your vantage point?" Michael questioned
"yeah, I saw the place, it's that way" He said as he pointed toward the black building in the distance. "It is a pretty big distance away, it's at least a three days hike from here to there, so unless you got've got horses for all of us it looks like we're humping it" (A.N. that is a military term [I think] that means hiking to a place instead of driving or taking another means of transport)
"You know I dislike that term,but yes... we are walking" Michael said with a sigh, he turned toward the the group of students, looked down and shook his head.
"what's the problem?" Issac said with concern tainting his voice. "nothing" was the reply. Issac rolled his eyes and retorted "It's my choice to make Vytal my foster isn't it?"
"Yes, you are to young to take on a foster, the rules may not forbid it but you have so little experience to take on something like this so early, I don't agree with it"
"this is my choice, and you of all people should know that I am capable of handling nearly any situation" Issac was beginning to get frustrated. Michael saw this and caved to the sossedov's whims.
"fine, have it your way, don't come crying to me when this place is attacked by some unknown beast" and with that the elder turned and walked away.
Issac shook his head and said quietly looking towards the sky "you just love fucking with me, don't you Nocturnal... between you and Azura, I-I just... I don't kno-AAAAGGHR" (A.N. dragon roar) Issac looked down and saw an arrow puncturing his leg, he turned and saw a skeleton standing near a tomb some distance away holding a bow, Issac huffed and threw a lightning bolt at it. He pulled the arrow out and wrapped the wound tightly with a rag; then walked over to the group.
Ruby had pulled out her weapon and was looking over it for any damage. Issac gasped at the tool, a giant scythe bigger than the girl that wielded, coming out of his stupor he asked her "is that 'thing' your weapon?"
she beamed at him, " yes, her name is Crescent Rose, she is a combat scythe with a built-in high impact sniper rifle"
Issac's mouth made an 'o' and blushed "talk about emasculation, that thing is bigger than I am, and she wields it like it's weightless" she heard this and giggled "well it weighs quite a bit but it's made out of very lightweight materials, so it it only like 30 stone" Issac paused and turned to her
"30 stone?"
"yeah, what how do you measure weight?"
"metric, it is universal, measurement by grades of ten, thirty stone, umm 1 stone equals 14 pounds and 2.5 pounds is one kilo ... so maybe, a hundred'n some kilos, well you may as well put that titan away, we will be walking for quite a bit"
"huh?"
Issac turned toward the entire group and said loudly "in case Michael hasn't told you yet, we will be walking to the Dark Cathedral, the place that your friend will most likely be held. It is at least a three day trip, so prep yourselves for a LOT of walking" JNPR, RWBY and Goodwitch nodded and CRDL groaned.
The planeswalkers all looked at each other and quickly said "NOT IT" Issac being the last, "fuck" he said before they all piled their weapons on him and started walking. Ruby and Jaune saw this and silently asked 'why?' "Tradition, one of the warriors in the party has to carry all of the gear to lighten the load on the others, plus it makes sure your reactions are faster and strengthens your back... but I always end up being the one to carry everything... I never could figure out why" he looked into the distance before putting everything into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and moving after the lead planeswalkers.
The people of Vytal rushed after the the squad.
They all walked without any occurrences, the light was fading so they decided it was time to set up camp. Issac dropped the weapons from his back and stretched, groaning. Michael pulled tents out of his P.S.P.D. and gave one to every pair except for Issac, who was paired with Ruby, Weiss ended up with Goodwitch, Yang with Blake, Cardin and Nora (hehehe), Jaune with Pyrrah, Sky with Russel, Dove with Michael and the other two planeswalkers were given the last
"sorry Issac, your zeymah'e got the last one... looks like you two are on guard duty" Michael smirked at him
"Fuck, now this is going to be awkward" Issac was dreading the night.
Night fell quickly, there being no sun, only the light in the sky with no obvious source. Issac was trying to start a fire, due to the dropping temperature (think of this plane of Oblivion as a giant desert) "GAH, DAMMIT" he cursed as he hit his thumb with the steel again, "oh fuck it, YOL" he 'shouted ' at the pile of firewood igniting it instantly, still shocking the others that were still awake. The others chatted for a short time, but most grew tired after the stress of the day's occurrences.
He sat on the ground near the small fire across from Ruby who was thinking quietly to herself, everyone else had gone to sleep so now it was only the girl in red and the man in grey.
(I never said this because I couldn't think of a place to describe his clothing so I will say it here,... just imagine Kirito's clothing while he was in Alfheim Online just the cloth being dark grey instead of completely black and two big slits going down his back for his wings to sprout from… and that is the main character from Sword Art Online, a pretty good anime, if you take into account that it's a story that's been told before… or so I've been told… I'm just rambling let's get back to the story)
Issac and Ruby were both staring into the flames, Issac, reminded of his time in middle earth and with his first friend ever, began to mindlessly sing 'The King Under The Mountain' having picked it up in his time training in Middle Earth
Far over, the misty mountain's cold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
Ruby heard him start and looked up to see him still gazing into the flames, she saw his face turn to one of sorrow
We must away, ere break of day
To seek our pale, enchanted gold
The dwarves of yore, made mighty spells
While hammers fell, like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollowed halls beneath the fells
Issac began to tear up.
For ancient king, and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of swords
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Ruby was listening to his deep heart filled singing, as she felt sadness wash over her for reasons she did not know.
Far over the MistyMountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves,
And harps of gold, where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
Ruby felt a twinge in her heart at the last verse, remembering how her village was attacked by a beowulf pack and immediately after was attacked by the military division of the White Fang armed with flame class weapons. (*spoiler* FORESHADOWING!)
The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
Another tear falls from closed eyes, as the Voice remembers the dying screams of the people of Lake-Town, and those that fell in the warring after the slaying of Smaug.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled the hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the MistyMountains grim,
To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
Ruby was beginning to see another side of the one she knew for so little time, yet having fallen for in such.
The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay be night or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.
The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled.
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mould.
The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased.
But shrill and harsh across the marsh,
Its whistling voices were released.
The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
The reeds were rattling—on it went.
O'er shaken pool under heavens cool,
Where racing clouds were torn and rent.
A tear falls; Ruby, seeing this, moves a little closer to Issac, wanting to comfort him but still wanting to hear the rest of the song.
It passed the LonelyMountain bare,
And swept above the dragon's lair:
There black and dark lay boulders stark,
And flying smoke was in the air.
It left the world and took its flight
Over the wide seas of the night.
The moon set sale upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light.
Upon starting the next verse, a smile, ever so small, creeps onto Issac's face, Ruby looked to Issac's side and saw the outline of a short man appear next to him, the figure became stronger and stronger until the ghost of a short man with a beard was standing nest to Issac, singing with him.
Under the Mountain dark and tall,
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong.
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.
Issac leaned his head towards the sky, letting the ash fall upon it without worry
The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.
Now call we over the mountains cold,
'Come back unto the caverns old!'
Here at the gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.
The king has come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!
Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the wood and mountain tall.
To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell.
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!
Issac pauses, looks down to the dirt and says quietly "Thorin, one day... we shall meet again; be it in the after life or in battle you lend aid, we shall meet once more, my zeymah" a fourth and final tear falls from his eyes. Ruby scoots closer to him and pokes his shoulder, he looks up and sees her face, then blushes "you heard that, didn't you?" she nods then points to the spirit next to him.
Issac turns and sees it, he falls backwards in shock "T-Thorin?"
"Yes brother, I see you are doing well for yourself" The spirit smirks at him, gesturing towards Ruby.
"BROTHER" Issac stands up and grabs the ethereal being in a hug, attempting to crush the un-life out of him
"Oof, if I wasn't dead this would really hurt, please let go" He struggles to say through the hug. Issac drops him, "What are you doing here? You are supposed to be dead."
"well, the daedra have claimed parts of the dwarven afterlife, I was one of the souls captured" Issac darkens " Molag Bal will answer for this, I assure you"
"well brother, you will have your place guaranteed at the table of the gods, as a member of the line of Durin in all but blood, you will be allowed to come to the hall of glory"
"Brother, I have found my diij, I will go to the afterlife she goes to, though I am honored to be allowed to join you in the hall of glory, but I must respectfully deny"
"I understand, enjoy your life, and feel free to return to middle earth any time for the glory of Erebor is free to you in any non-extreme amount" Thorin clapped his shoulder "I am fading quickly, I wish you luck in your quest and I despise I cannot assist you how you did me"
"The placing me in the line of Durin was more than enough as repayment for the help I gave brother, go in peace and know I will make the demon give up the claim of the dwarven afterlife" he clasped the dwarven spirit in a hug as he faded. Issac backed away, "whelp, I think you should get some rest, we will be doing a lot of walking in the morning" now turned to Ruby.
"okay, but... who was that?" she asked pointing to where Thorin had been standing
"That was Thorin Oaken-shield, the last member in the line of Durin that was of dwarven blood, and my first true friend, ever" Issac looked in the distance, and squinted. "oh fuck, what the hell is a daedroth doing in Molag Bal's plane?" he turned to Ruby and ordered "stay here" Issac pulled out Rahgol and crept towards the beast, creeping closer to the deep green reptilian daedra he stepped on a bone and it cracked alerting the demon, "fuck" the daedroth roared and tackled Issac to the ground, knocking Rahgol out of his hands and sending it flying away. Issac was on his back with the creature leaning over him, trying to clamp his head in it's immense maw, Issac grabbed the jaws and pushed them away, but the creature was putting it's strength and weight into crushing his head like a grape. The creature snapped it's jaws making Issac pull his hand away just for a moment, but it took advantage of that and was about to clamp it's maw on his skull, but before that happened, it's head exploded.
Issac's arms fell to his sides, then looked and saw Ruby with Crescent Rose, the barrel smoking, "That, was close... thanks for the save" Ruby dropped the weapon and ran to Issac.
"God, please tell me your alright" Ruby pleaded upon coming into earshot of the male on the ground, she stopped and crouched next to him, not sure of what to do.
"Don't worry, I've been through worse" Issac groaned as he got up from the ground. "okay, where did Rahgol go flying to... hmm, oh duh" the last remark he lightly tapped the side of his head and crossed his eyes "LAS YAH NIR" His vision darkened again and then cleared, he saw the angry red glowing of his chainsword a few meters away. Walking over to it he said to Ruby "go on, go back to camp, I just have to get Rahgol and then I'll be there" she complied with a wave of her hand.
Issac ran to his weapon and picked it up. Placing it on his back, he began to walk to camp. Ruby had sat next to the dying fire, Issac sat next to her. Ruby leaned and placed her head on his shoulder and went to sleep. Issac reached his wing around her to keep her warm, he cast a Flame Thrall to guard them from anything that might attack them. He closed his eyes and went to sleep, breathing deeply the scent of roses from her hair. Taking one final deep breath, he fell into a deep slumber.
Issac woke up at first light straightening his back he mumbled, "seriously, dawn in Oblivion?" he looked down and saw Ruby sleeping deeply on his lap, holding his wing close to her face, enjoying the warmth from it. Issac smiled widely at the sight, turning his head towards the sky he thought 'I hate to do it, but the first awake after light wakes the rest of the party' he looks at Ruby again, 'damn'. Huffing, Issac poked her nose a couple of times "no Yang, five more minutes" she groaned pulling his wing closer.
*smirk* "well, isn't that cute... alright stop playing around Ruby, time to get up" Issac then lightly tapped the side of her face with the back of his hand a few times, she swatted at his hand 'hmmm, not working... oh, idea!' smirking, he cleared his throat then yelled "HOLY SHIT, NEVERMORE!" Ruby shot up reaching for Crescent Rose, then realizing where she was she pouted at Issac "not fair"
"hey, got you up, didn't it?"
"yes, it did... but why did we have to in the first place?"
"first awake wakes the party, it's a simple rule and is very easy to follow" Issac explained as Ruby rubbed the sleep out of her eyes "now, let me dispel this thrall, then we can wake up every one else" Issac cast a Dispellation spell on his thrall then turned to Yang and Blake's tent.
"don't try to wake Yang, she'll just punch you in her sleep" Ruby warned as he neared it
"I've been hit before, how bad could it be" Issac pulled open the flap on the enchanted tent and walked over to the 'bedroom' (A.N. think of the tent Harry had in the beginning of 'The Goblet of Fire' or in the latter half of 'The Deathly Hollows'). He walked in and saw the two on top of the covers. Upon seeing what they were wearing, more so what they weren't wearing, he blushed and immediately turned and walked out. Still blushing furiously he said "you get them up, I can't handle something like that first thing in the morning"
(A.N. I will say this now, I have already started the following ships in this story, I may explain how it happened in a far later chapter: Noren, Bumblebee and Ruboc [rubyxOC])
Issac was shaking his head as he walked towards Weiss and Goodwitch's tent, he then heard a very high pitched screech 'she must have just seen them in bed'. "OI, time to get up!" Issac yelled into their tent. They both mumbled out replies he couldn't hear. He moved on to Nora and Cardin's tent, pulling open the flap he saw Cardin unconscious hanging from a strange contraption with both of his legs eviscerated. "what the fuck? NORA! What did you do?" Cardin woke up as he yelled then Nora came skipping out of the bedroom, Cardin watched her come out with a wary look, "Coming" she sing-songed. "What did you do!?"
"he tried to make a move on me and I broke his legs" she said with a still chipper tone
"damn, remind me not to fuck with you" Issac turned towards the door and stepped out, Ruby was outside of Blake and Yang's tent leaning on her knees, shaking her head. "Hey Ruby, something wrong?" Issac asked with a smirk. She punched him in the shoulder and moved on to Michael and Dove's tent.
"aggressive tendencies lead to trauma, ain't changin' shit, fuck the karma" Issac was quietly singing as he moved to wake Michael and Dove, going through the opening he was met with another strange sight, Dove was doing sit-ups and Michael was passed out on the weight bench "hey, you know you were supposed to sleep, right?" Dove stopped and turned to him
"Damnit, you made me lose count" he pushed his shoulder; Michael stirred and fell on his face after rolling off the bench.
"Woah woah woah, calm down man. You should have slept, you are dealing with sleep deprivation" Issac was backing away from him, 'fuck, I don't want to hurt him just gotta calm him down' Michael got up from the ground and yelled at Dove
"OI, calm down child you can't kill him just yet" Michael got up from the floor and walked across the five meters to get closer to Issac; Issac smelled alcohol on Michael and gave the Breton a condescending look.
"Hypocrite" Issac said to the hung over man's face.
"Bite me" Michael mumbled
"Gladly, I've always wondered what you'd taste like, elves are too sweet and orismer are stringy, but I've never had a Breton" Issac said trying to look as formidable as possible, Dove backed away after figuring out what Issac was saying.
"Wait… dude, you're a cannibal?" Dove said pointing at Issac
"Two things, One: its rude to point, and Two: not technically, I am part dov, part dragon, so I am not a member of his race so I am really not a cannibal, just a consumer of flesh of the races of mortal men and mer" Issac explained to the squinting teen, who inched away even further threatening to go through the flap. Michael on the other hand was clutching his head in pain.
"Issac, I think you've scared him enough, let's pack up and get moving" Michael said as he started to move towards the 'bedroom' to change into his armor.
Issac stepped past the still scared Dove Bronzewing and went outside to find Ruby had gotten everyone else up already, eve the other two planeswalkers. "Damn, how'd you do that so fast?" Ruby giggled and made the zipper over the mouth motion as if to say 'I'm not telling'. Issac smiled and shook his head at her actions and moved toward the left-most tent to start taking them down.
Michael made a fire and cooked some of the rations in his P.S.P.D. while Issac broke down and stored the temporary dwellings. "Hey, Michael got any left for me?" Issac said popping up, looking over Michael's shoulder.
"Here, a bowl of slaughterfish stew, scales still on" Michael said as he handed him the aforementioned bowl.
"AWESOME" Issac nearly teleported to the bowl and started shoveling it in, of which no one noticed as they were all readying to move on.
"Alright, we have a minimum of two days left of travel before we will assault the Dark Cathedral" Michael made the speech to the party, telling them the situation. Issac was hit by a thought, "NOT IT" Issac yelled before any of the others could say it, a look of triumph overtaking his face. Causing the other planeswalkers to groan, Michael ended up being the last to say the phrase.
Hefting the pack of the weapons and misc. gear, Michael and the rest of the party started to move.
INTERMISSION/A.N
I am very sorry for taking SO long to get this out; I have been having a lot of problems in school and a fuck-load of other shit going on in my life. I won't go into detail but lets just say, I don't have a house to live in… or any family to fall back on.
But on a brighter note, I have discovered ABOP, or Axel's Basket O Panic and started listening to their podcast, I loved the 11 drunk guys videos and advise you give them a watch, their funny as hell… as long as you like people talking over each other all the time and very vulgar humor.
But anyway, getting back to the story-
Issac ran up to Jaune and properly introduced himself "Hey, we never got a proper introduction. My name is Izekeal Tiberius Clarke, but for the safety of your life call me Issac" Issac said as he extended his hand ti the young blonde
"Jaune Arc, short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it!" He said with a noticeably forced false confidence.
"Ha, cocky… I like that" Issac said as he clapped his shoulder, "But, you may want to say you can do more than what you're capable of… trust me I've made that mistake" Jaune looked at him then broke down laughing
"you saw right through that, didn't you?" He struggled to say
"Yeah, though that confidence is good if you need to make a bluff, keep working on it and you'll become a silver-tongued-devil like myself" Issac said looking into his eyes, "now, how is it you fight, you use advanced weapons or some other magick or what?"
Jaune looked baffled then fumbled with his sheath, "umm, I have this shield and sword"
Issac looked confused,"uhh, that's a sheath, not a shield" then jumped back when Jaune expanded it into the full size. "Hot Damn, I've never seen a defensive item like that before, you mind if I take a gander at it?" Issac asked him, to which Jaune replied by handing him the shield.
"Press that button there to toggle to expand/contract function" Jaune went on a rant of the history of the weapon, saying that his grandfather used it in some war. Issac was nodding as he looked over the material, not finding a single scratch on the metal. Contracting it, Issac handed it back.
"Not a scratch on the thing, how do you keep it in such good condition?" Issac asked as he stepped over a corpse, at which Jaune stared at. "Umm… hey, Jaune… snap out of it!" Issac flicked the side of his head.
"OW, why did that hurt THAT bad? All you did was flick me." Jaune said as he clutched his head
"Well, I am born of the dov, so my strength is multiplied ten-fold… sorry, didn't mean for it to be that bad" Issac said as he saw the dent in the side of Jaune's head.
"Ah, no worries, my aura'll fix that right up" He said as his head began to glow, much to the shock of Issac,
"I thought your people didn't have magick" Issac gaped at him
"Magick? No this is aura, the manifestation of our souls, everyone has an aura, even animals. But the creatures of grimm in our world don't have an aura, thus means they don't have souls, the embodiment of anonymity." Jaune said with unlikely knowledge.
"Wow, didn't think that would be something you'd know, you don't look the intellectual type." Issac pointed out.
"Pyrrah is the one who taught me that, a little bit before you showed up in the forest" Jaune admitted, sheepishly.
Issac got a bad feeling and smelled the air '… fuck, ogrim', Issac then yelled to the rest of the party "weapons at the ready, we've got ogrim to take care of!" The people of Vytal looked around as if they didn't know what was going on, but the planeswalkers groaned as they got their weapons from Michael.
Six ogrim emerged from the smoke; the fat, green beasts lumbered over to the group, Issac dove at one, Rahgol roaring loudly. Michael fired a trio of arrows at another, the Vytalians (A.N. that is a stupid word that I thought of for the people of Vytal) stood there, stunned at the situation. Yang was the first one to move. She ran at one, firing fire-balls at the third beast, who was being slashed and beat on by the two planeswalkers. Ruby reacted as yang reached the middle beast and rushed to help Issac, who was being held by the creature by his leg 'how the fuck did I end up like this?' at that moment Issac fell to the ground, still in the grip of the hand, he turned and saw Ruby dancing around the ogrim, slashing and shooting at the beast. Weiss, Blake, JNPR and Goodwitch took on the other three. CRDL simply stood there and watched. Michael landed a trio shot in the head oh his prey,puttine in on the ground. Ruby jumped above hers and decapitated the beast in one stroke. Nora's hammer had already crushed the head of two of the others. The Dwarven hammer of one of the planeswalkers smashed the skull his foe. The blades of the other still in the gut of the beast. Pyrrah landed a shot in the heart of the final beast, while Blake and Ren were distracting it, putting into the eternal slumber.
"Everyone okay?" Issac yelled out as he freed himself from the grip of the mutilated hand, a chorus of confirmationary phrases responded his call. "good… alright, that was a waste of time we need to get moving now." Issac led the group along, being the only one who has spent any extended time in oblivion (A.N. wait for a later chapter, I will explain then).
As the group moved along, several surprising things caught Issac's eye, for one thing there were severl poorly constructed dwellings grouped a distance away from the road they were on. Another, very important factor, was that there were mortals there: Men, Mer, Orismer, Kajiit, and Argonians all living in the hell that was Molag Bal's plane. "Issac, you see the mortal races right?" Michael asked, having rushed to the front of the group.
"Yeah, I did notice… I wonder why Molag Bal is gathering so many mortals, its as if he i-… by the nine…" Issac had an epiphany, and stopped.
"What?" Michael looked worried
"He's planning on invading another plane, and he needs cannon fodder" Issac grabbed his shoulders "He's going to invade Vytal!" Issac yelled.
"WHAT?!" the three teams and the teacher shouted,
"Molag Bal is building an army, look around… these mortal beings were captured or tricked here by the demon. This is an army, what else could the daedra of domination want with an army other than as a tool to dominate" Issac explained to the younger people, Goodwitch standing there in shock. "We never did anything to these beings, why are they attacking us?" she asked Issac after coming out of her stupor.
"Its his nature to consume and dominate, he will never stop unless he is destroyed" Issac answered
Ruby came to the front of the group, between Issac and the rest of the party,
"Fine then, we'll destroy him"
I know I said that this chapter would have a lot more than this, but I felt that I haven't posted a chapter in forever, so I posted this one and am currently working on the final chapter to the 'Oblivion Arc', as I like to call it.
Well anyway; review, P.M. with any suggestions and live every day as if it were your last… good night… oh and nearly six thousand word in this one, that's longer than the essay I wrote for my college application… fuckers expect way to much out of one person, god damn... anyway, I will hopefully have the next xhapter up in about a week, maybe two.