A/N They're still learning
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Another chapter of set up, before things really kick up to high gear.
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'Thoughts'
"Speech"
System
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*Sounds/Actions*
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-The Forgotten Vale, 17th of Last Seed, 4E 201 10am-
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Lilyrael POV
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'What's a gun?' I ask.
Challengingly
This is gonna take forever
You know what? Just summon the dragon first. Might be easier to deal with that bit ofculture shock first.
'I don't see what summoning one of Auri-El's children will accomplish for me.' I say to the Daedra.
Oh that's cute
"Thank you." I preen at the compliment.
Oh for, just humor me?
"Very well." I say with a sigh and pull on the power inside me.
Feeling the power latching onto something in my soul. Pulling, and drawing it out. A tingle through my spine as I feel the tether made.
*AAAARRRRROOOUUUGGHHH!*
I fall back in shock as a roar, as primal and fierce as a thunderclap, shakes my being. The fierce sound being accompanied by the crashing of a massive creature. Landing in the snow as its gleaming blue hide covers my field of view.
Large wings atop its back, fold to its side. Four legs to support its muscular frame as a singular, larger yellow horn adorns its forehead.
'WHAT MANNER OF DAEDRA IS THIS!?' I demand of the illusion.
A dragon
'Have Auri-El's children changed in my time away as well!?'
Whooooo
That is a loaded question that I can not answer
Just know that this isn't a dragon of Auri-El
This, is a real dragon
"Are you the one meant to be my master?" The rumbling voice of the beast asks as it lowers its massive head to me. Turning its head to the side to gaze at me with its large blue eye.
"M-my name!" I swallow a bit to regain my composure, standing up straight resume my regality. "Is Lilyrael Sel za Ath Tel'sige shaar Suoress ath Tel'Crith. First Daughter of his majesty, King Edwith Sar Ath Tel'Daoine Suoress Ath Tel'Arrn, ruler of, of the land that once was Faloia."
The beast huffs. Before rearing back up and staring down at me. Its blue scales glistening in the sun.
"Very well. I respect your courage." The beast rumbles. "My name in your tongue is Azuraitha. I am bound to your service, my master." It says with a gentle bow of its head.
"Very well!" I say, defaulting to my hours of lessons. "Azuraitha, speak of your capabilities and expertise. So I may know best how to place your service."
Azuraitha nods.
"I, am of the chromatic dragons. Blue, as I assume you can see." It says with a bob of its head, gesturing to its body. "My kind proudly rule the skies with an expertise and command many wouldn't be capable of dreaming. Just know my personal expertise is in my knowledge of the arcane arts. As listing all of talents would be, quite the task."
Staring at the creature before me, its massive form. Seeming to electrify the very air with its presence. The large, sharp teeth of its maw drawing my attention most.
"Hmm, perhaps a smaller form would be more suitable to your, sensibilities, master?" Azuraitha asks.
"If that is what you believe best, I'll leave it to your discretion." I say evenly.
"Very well." It says as a soft blue light spreads across its body. Starting from its horn, and making its way down the beasts large form. Before shrinking it down in a swath of glowing light. Shrinking down to a more personable form before the light disperses. Revealing a fair skinned, white haired, icy blue eyed Mer.
In a maid outfit.
"Is this more to your liking, master?" She says with a gentle, silken voice.
I look her up and down. The dark navy blue dress, accented by white frills and a white apron. Appearing for all intents and purposes as that of a handmaid.
"Yes, very much so." I say agreeably. "Now, onto the other matter. Do you know what a gun is?"
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- The Forgotten Vale, 18th of Last Seed, 4E 201 7pm-
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Sir Gelebor has become my go to source of information as of late. I merely had to walk an hour to find him. Leaving Azuraitha to scour the tunnels and come back to inform me of the Corrupted One's state. It's not that I don't trust Sir Gelebor. But you should never fully trust one source of information. And I am frankly unwilling to risk my life to verify whether or not the Falmer truly are little more than mindless beasts now.
"And as such, dragons have not been seen for thousands of years." Sir Gelebor informs me over campfire near the wayshrine.
"That is, quite different to what I am accustomed to." I say, confusion and concern filling my voice. "The dragons are children of Auri-El, why would they be banished? We even had two who took residence in the lake, Voslaarum, along with Naaslaarum. They were content to leave us be so long as we left them."
The fact we worshiped their father likely helped. We saw them as proof of Auri-El's presence. Only the Dov may rule the skies, Auri-El's domain. Should the daedra invade, the Dov would insure the skies were clear. Denying the enemy any advantage.
"If you don't mind me asking." Sir Gelebor says, bringing me from my thoughts. "What were they like? All of our records are from the written accounts of man. And they've made it clear that their view is skewed."
"Hmm, they were majestic." I say as remember. "I even spoke with one on an occasion or two when I'd venture to the lake, Voslaarum. He had an, odd, sense of humor."
I recall the time he swallowed my attendant. Only to later find the same attendant naked in the courtyard. And Voslaarum's booming laughter in the distance.
"I wish I'd have been there to see them." Sir Gelebor says wistfully. "A world with Auri-El's children filling the skies. Seems so, fanciful."
"I assure you, I understand your meaning." I tell him. "A world without such beings is equally as perplexing to me."
We sit in silence as the Slither I summoned earlier chews on a branch. It's awfully low maintenance, as well as obedient. And it seems to be growing quite fast. It now has mottled white stripes going down its back, and its claws have grown lighter. It's black eyes now having some blue to them.
"Sir Gelebor, you mentioned the Corrupted Ones hunt at these hours." I point out a concern that surfaces. "Should we not put our fire out? Lest we attract their attention?"
"A valid concern." He says with a nod. "But the Falmer are blind, they tell the location of their quarry by their sounds. And the wayshrines are enchanted to dull any sound from leaving their space. A practice once meant to help provide the proper atmosphere for meditation, and sermons. Now, used to insure our survival."
Gelebor's mood gets noticeably dour as he continues. It seems a long life also curses one to watch as their way of life is slowly destroyed.
"I suggest we rest." Sir Gelebor says as he starts gathering some of his things. "I won't be here come sunrise. If you'd like, I could wake you early, or leave you some rations until I make it back."
"Where are you going?" I ask the Mer.
"The Wayshrines require attending and maintenance." He says as he packs. "And I am the only one to attend to them. If I don't keep regular maintenance, they'll cease to function. And I've not the knowledge to repair them, should they break. Only the knowledge of how to prevent them from doing so."
Wayshrines were common when I was, well, before. Has the art truly been lost?
Quest!
[Lost Technologies: The Art of Fast Travel]
The Wayshrines are a device of travel that was once common across all of Tamriel. Now? Their construction is lost to time. And the portal network, dead. Now, only the soulless can travel from wayshrine to wayshrine. The exception, being the few left in the forgotten vale.
Objective: Find a way to recreate the Wayshrines portal, reviving a lost technology.
Reward: 2 rolls
Yet again another task I know nothing about. Wayshrine creation was a clerical thing. And I was too young to enter the clergy.
"I don't suppose you'd know anything?" I ask the lizard.
It ignores me as it chews the stick.
I suppose I should get some reading in while Azuraitha is out scouting the cave systems in their Mer persona.
Thinking this, I hold out my hands as the Tome of Evolution appears in it.
"Chapter two."
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2 Spells learned!
[Summon Wyvern Fledgling]
Summons a young Wyvern. Like a flying Slither.
[Rapid Evolution]
Take evolution into your own hands! Cast this spell on an individual creature to cycle eons of development to what you want.
Warning: Mana intense spell. Overuse may cause user to become fatigued and even pas out.
This, this is it.
"This is it!" I think excitedly. "If I can just get ahold of a Corrupted One! I could bring my people back!"
"Am I to take that as you want some specimens brought back to you my master?"
"Eep!" I let out an involuntary shriek as I fall forward to the ground before me. Quickly turning around to see Azuraitha smiling innocently at me.
"What a cute noise you made master." She says. Never once losing her façade.
"I have no idea as to what you mean." I correct her as I stand up and dust myself off. "What was it you were inquiring about?"
"Oh!" She says before regaining her posture. "I was just wondering if you would like some live specimens to test your new spell?"
"You know of that?" I ask curiously.
"My lady, with all due respect. I am from you system. I am tied to you. And as such, I am constantly aware of your state of being." She says with a devious gleam in her eye.
I don't like the way she said that.
"Regardless." I say, discarding my suspicions and setting them aside for later. "I would very much like if you could bring me some specimens."
"Very well." She says with a bow. "If you would indulge in a minor request. Could you, close your eyes?"
"Why?" I ask, confused as to why I would need to do so.
"Please, just humor me." She once again requests.
"Very well." I say and close my eyes.
'Is this similar to a child wanting to surprise their parent?' I think to myself as I feel a bit wind brushing past. 'Though I suppose in this case it'd be a pet excited for-'
"Hurm, hurm, hurm, hleugh!"
*Squelch*
My thoughts are cut short by the nauseating sound and rancid scent that assaults me.
Opening my eyes to the sight of Azuraitha with motes of light floating off of her. Staring at me innocently as before her lies a pale, slime covered, thing. It looks emaciated and gaunt. With a face that appears to be a blatant mockery of what a face should be. Completely flat with its eyes swollen shut and virtually no nose. Unnaturally long ears and horridly wilted hair.
"Rrrrreehh." I moans dizzily.
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"Did you just-"
"I retrieved a specimen for my master as requested." Azuraitha cuts me off.
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"Very well."
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A/N
Loli with a shotgun, riding on a dragon! FUCK YEAH!
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Auri-El is the elven name for Akatosh.
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So um, DnD dragons vs. Skyrim dragons?
No fucking shot. DnD solo's Skyrim.
An adult dragon in DnD is 85ft from head to tail
Alduin is 30ft
And that's just the size.
To say NOTHING of their abilities.
Lore accurate Alduin is another story that requires more in depth analysis. But the average Skyrim dragon? No.