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04/15/2024
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"Its too quiet, where are the goblins?" = Normal speech.
Chapter 23
A Goblin Slayer's treacherous mountaintop battle
Rated-M
M rating for mature themes, nudity, romance, violence, blood, adult themes, and of course, sex.
Music of the day
Skyrim - Death or Sovngarde
Freezing winds whipped around him at blistering speeds, the howling of the ghostly storm was unnerving and only served to set him on edge. He was not one to grow frightened from something so little, but he was not foolish so as to fail to pay the dangerous situation he was in it's due caution.
The world around him was painted in a thick, blurry white that made traversal extremely difficult to accomplish. But he'd managed to maneuver within less ideal circumstances before, and he could manage again here now.
Upon leaving the house behind, he'd set out to find the source of the dreadful storm. Dragur lined the town road, shambling around mindlessly in search for the living. Between him and Ignis, they were no large threat.
But he knew they couldn't have been responsible for the unstopped snowfall.
"My Master… How do you suppose to find the source of this cold?" Said Fire Atronach brought up her question, having to speak up to be heard over the storm. Her liquid fire body made the snow around her seem to glow orange, and it helped the man find his way.
"This storm does not act like normal weather. It's coming from a single direction, blowing out from one point. If we follow the opposite direction, it may take us to the source." He deduced rather cleverly, his deductions sound.
The Daedric woman smirked at his clever reasoning, coming up behind him, arms wrapped around his chest. "I am glad that I chose a wise master to follow." She hummed, keeping her senses alert for any surprises.
He hummed at her words, continuing forth from the center of town. There was a small mountain west of Rorikstead, a mountain that saw waves of snow seemingly pouring endlessly down from.
It had to be the source of his problems.
However, it wasn't particularly tall, but with the freezing temperatures and the sharp jagged rocks that lined it's facing, it was impossible to scale. It was possible he could use his grappling rope, but it was even more likely that it would tear halfway up, or his boots would slip on the frozen rocks.
Either way, nothing about the situation was ideal…
But.
"Ignis, do you think you could carry me?" He asked suddenly, glancing at the face of the fire woman who was all too eager to hang off of him as he walked. Her lips quirked downward in thought, as without eyes of any kind, he often stared at her rather expressive lips to pick apart her current mood.
"Hmmm…" She hummed lowly in thought. Although she almost always chose to float a foot off the ground instead of traditional walking, she was unsure if she could carry someone like him in all his armor.
That said, she'd never truly tried either.
"I suppose it is worthy of an attempt…" She said decidedly. She pressed her plump body into his back, her large flaming breasts squishing against his armor as her arms snuck underneath his arms as if to hug him. She grabbed on tight, making sure not to let go as she tried to propel herself upward.
There was some heavy resistance on her flight capabilities at first, weighed down by the man and his armor.
But…
She continued to try anyway. Her body began to glow hotter in exertion as she began to ascend. Goblin Slayer's eyes widened slightly when he felt his feet leave the ground, slowly beginning to rise through the air.
One foot, then two, then ten.
Soon enough he was rising through the air at a slow yet steady pace.
But he could tell it was putting intense strain on his demon wife. "Are you alright, Ignis?" He muttered in concern, hearing her strained grunting inches from his ears, her hot breath growing warmer on his neck.
She huffed thickly, but managed to crack shaky a grin at the man she was working so hard for. "O-Oh my Master! This i-is nothing for one such a me." She exclaimed, yet her shaking voice seemingly told him otherwise.
He could feel her hot lava-like sweat pouring down her supple body as she tried her hardest to help him, her arms body shaking in exertion.
He was afraid he'd asked too much of her, but seeing how hard she was working to please him, he couldn't ask her to stop.
Eventually they left the world below behind, Rorikstead having vanished entirely in the thicket of white. Hundreds of feet later saw him reaching an area near the top, close enough that he could manage the rest of the way on foot. "Set me here." He quickly pointed out, motioning to a flat surface on the side of the mountain.
She groaned in difficulty, moving to land. The moment his feet hit the ground, she collapsed to the cold freezing ground.
Or she would have, had he not scooped her up in his arms before she could. "I've got you." He said gently, holding her carefully as she lay in his arms.
"I-I'm sorry I was not able to carry you to the top, my Master…" She apologized, body sweating small droplets of molten magic.
"You've done good enough." He muttered gently. "Rest now, I'll handle it from here." He ordered firmly.
She offered him a shaky smirk at his words, before shrinking down to her pixie form, floating exhaustedly up into his helmet, cozying up against his cheek. She pressed her tiny lips to the side of his face in a kiss, before falling asleep within his helmet.
With Ignis out of the fight for the time being, it was up to him to move forward. He drew his sword as he forced his way through the snow, the thick white reaching up to his knees by the time he'd finally reached the top.
And then he saw it.
In the center of the mountaintop was what must've once been a giant burial ground, the land having been uprooted by magic of some grand scale.
Of course, the remnants of an old burial ground didn't interest him at all.
No…
It was what had come out of the burial ground.
Cast in shadows, a thick storm swirling around its body, was a dragon. It seemed entranced in a spell, as if not even aware of what it was that it was doing.
However, upon approaching it, it stopped its continued incantations, blurred glowing white eyes staring right through him.
He gained his answer so as to the source of the storm, for when the dragon ceased its actions, the storm, for a moment, halted. The thick clouds of endless snow remained, but the winds that carried them forth had vanished entirely.
"A dragon…" He muttered as he approached the beast, his grip growing tighter on his enchanted sword.
The howling wind halted, the world seemingly frozen in anticipation for what would come next.
He stared unblinkingly at the mighty beast, prepared to have to face another one of its kind like he'd already done before. He did realize with some trepidation, however, that he was in a terrible environment to engage in such combat.
But the monster did not immediately lunge at him like another of its kind had.
They were at a standoff…
And both of them were waiting for the other to make the first move.
The dragon's mouth snapped open in preparation to blast him with a wave of ice magic, and he returned the attack in kind. "Yol!" He spoke in the tongues of dragons, sending forth a wave of fire that slammed into the dragon's magic.
His shout blew away the snow, giving him more room to maneuver as he broke out into a full sprint towards the dragon. The beast recoiled upon seeing its attack so quickly neutralized, before snarling at its aggressor. It moved its massive body around as it swung its tail, attempting to sweep Goblin Slayer off of his feet.
The golden armored man leap over the tail, cutting a slash through the tough scales of the beast.
He was in its range now, as it immediately lunged to bite him in half. Yet with a viscous backhand of his shield, he snapped the beasts jaw to the side as he thrust his enchanted sword up through its neck…
Or he would've, had the beast not flapped its wings in a blind panic to evade certain death at the hands of the Dragonborn.
The world shook as it landed a scarce thirty feet away, a gash on its neck showing how close it had nearly come to losing the battle.
It roared at him, attempting and failing to scare him off.
Goblin Slayer merely flicked his blade clean of the blood staining it. The red liquid splashed against the muzzle of the beast, as if to taunt it further.
In a fit of rage, it roared out another blast of ice sent flying right towards him. Again he returned its magic with his own, speaking in the tongues of the dragons to return a wave of fire to cancel out the attack. The resulting cloud of fog provided the perfect timing for a surprise attack, as the dragon came barreling straight through with bone crushing force.
Goblin Slayer's eyes widened in surprise as the beast launched forward from the cloud, slamming into him with devastating force.
"Guh!" Blood flew from the gap in his visor as he was sent hurdling through the air, landing painfully thirty feet away with a sickening crunch.
But he had no time to breathe, as the dragon roared his way once again, preparing to freeze him solid. Throwing his pain to the wayside, he propelled himself to his feet, rushing straight for the creature. The same thing happened again, but this time he used the resulting cloud to make a rush around the dragon.
When the beast landed where it thought he once was in an attempt to crush him, it was left befuddled for a brief moment.
That's when it felt a pair of heavy metal boots running up its backside, looking over its shoulder to find the armored warrior scaling its body.
It attempted to shake him free, but he wasn't playing around.
Goblin Slayer thrust his sword into its wing, cutting the muscles that allowed the appendage to even function.
Like a puppet with its strings cut, the wing fell uselessly to its side. With its one arm rendered useless, it must've realized that its time had come. There was no getting out of this situation alive, and it knew it.
But that didn't mean it was done fighting, for if it was to die, it would take the Dragonborn with it.
Goblin Slayer was suddenly tossed from his perch atop the grievously wounded dragon, sent crashing into the ground on his back. His already wounded body jolted in pain as he crashed into the ground, finding it progressively harder and harder to keep getting back up.
He hissed through his teeth as he forced himself back up to his feet for the second time, heart throbbing behind his ribs.
When he looked up again he saw the dragon charging at him with everything it had left.
He growled as he shouted, "Fus!" He shouted, hoping his voice would stun the beast. But the dragon took it without hesitation, storming towards him with reckless abandon.
The man threw his shield up at the last moment when he realized he was in a terrible position, bracing for impact as the dragon slammed into him with its full weight.
The cliffside behind him suddenly caved underneath the combined weight of the both of them, the snow that hid the mountain edge falling away.
He felt his heart leap into his throat as the world caved way beneath him, the universe slowing down as he rapidly came to the realization that he was falling from the top of a mountain alongside the dying monster he'd been sent to slay.
And it was certainly a long, long way down…
Chapter
23
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