Author's Note
I think things are beginning to heat up, or cool down, but in a way that's dangerous, so it's like it's heating up.
I'm done talking now...
PS, for anyone wondering exactly what Serana's armor looks like, just imagine Erza Scarlet from Fairytale with her silver knights looking armor with the cleavage chest plate and the long armored legs with blue skirt. It's probably the first image that pops up when you look her up.
It's funny because she's also classified as a battle mage class.
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01/28/2024
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"Its too quiet, where are the goblins?" = Normal speech.
Chapter 20
A Goblin Slayer's journey west.
Rated-M
M rating for mature themes, nudity, romance, violence, blood, adult themes, and of course, sex.
Music of the day
Skyrim - Tundra
The sun sat on the distant mountains, shining its blessed rays over the inhabitants of Skyrim. Unfortunately, this time of year saw to it that a thick blanket of clouds blotted out the light, casting a dull grey shadow over the land.
Winter was fast approaching, and this weather was only the beginning of what would come. To those that had lived their whole lives in the land, it was merely another thing that stood in the way of their daily lives. But to those from outside the land, or perhaps, those less prepared, it could spell disaster.
It was for that very reason that Goblin Slayer and his faithful group of lovers and companions had begun the journey to the small farming community a great distance west of Whiterun, to render assistance wherever they could.
The mighty city that had been his home for the last month slowly began to fade into the fog as their trek really began in full.
Serana had dawned her special armor Goblin Slayer had purchased for her. The suit had taken two weeks to finish, between the blacksmith's other jobs and her endless orders of swords and basic armor for the plethora of city guards, it had taken quite a bit of time to get perfect.
Yet, when she'd finally been given the rather expensive gift, she'd fallen in love with it.
Unlike her previous armor which consisted of mere fitted clothes with some tough leather here and there, this custom plated armor was something else entirely.
Her legs were entirely armored from her toes up to a short way above her knees, shining steel plate armor providing both maximum protection and maneuverability without detracting too much speed due to the light weight of the thinner plates. Her thick plump thighs were left bare of armor entirely, save for a blood red skirt that hung halfway down her legs to both preserve some of her modesty, while simultaneously hiding a thick layer of chainmail underneath the fabric.
Her breastplate was made in a way that it cupped her heaping bosom like a metal forged bra that extended into plates that covered her abs and the space below her oversized breasts. The armor served a dual function of both holding her chest in place to support it in rapid motion, yet left ample cleavage exposed to let her chest breathe, something she had been adamant in when making changes to the final design.
As for her arms, she was entirely armored from her fingertips up to her shoulders, riveted plates allowing maximum movement with good defensive and durability in combat. Her shoulder armor covered her neckline from any attack that would come from out of her line of sight, yet didn't impede her from lifting her arms above her head if needed.
A riveted steel plate was placed around her neck as a blend of a collar and neck armor that lined up with her chest. To cap off her new gear, she wore an enchanted silver headband that pulled her long black locks up into a ponytail, only to be hidden underneath her ragged red cloak Goblin Slayer had gifted her when he first rescued her.
In the end, it provided her enough added protection that he was not too concerned with some of her more showy and revealing design choices; Due to her role as the Battlemage, her job in a fight was to stay behind him, the man in full plate armor. Only in the worst case scenario would she ever be in front of him in a battle, worst case scenario being that he was dead or dying, either or.
It did, however, have another side effect that he had not anticipated when allowing her relatively free rein when creating the armor. Namely put, he couldn't help but wonder if she had left certain parts of her body bare to draw his wandering eyes.
It was a theory he had cooked up when first seeing her dawn the gear at the blacksmith's shop, only to come to the conclusion that she had most certainly made such a decision for that reason.
The way he found out?
Well, after about half a day's walk away from Whiterun, he'd counted the number of times he had allowed his gaze to drift to the elegant look of her supple breasts, or the way her legs looked when she walked, seemingly choosing to walk in front of him on multiple occasions instead of behind him.
She had caught him staring four times over the course of a day, and she would always wear a playful smirk when he looked up to meet her gaze partially hidden by her hood.
He had to wonder if leaving her to her devices when giving her the final calls on her armor was a mistake, because the voluptuous vampire certainly had zero qualms in using it against him.
Either way, he supposed that there was no reason to fret over it now, what was done was done.
But he was intrinsically aware that his eyes would always find their way back to her rear end whenever he grew exhausted of scanning the endless sea of snowy fields and mountains that surrounded them.
He had debated purchasing armor for his werewolf, but she had spoken against his decision with a respectful reasoning. Although the Huntress wore seemingly revealing leather armor, she did so for two reasons.
One, she was a Masterful Archer that preferred to keep her distance unless a fight demanded otherwise. There was little need to wear bulky heavy armor when she was responsible for staying light on her feet to quickly move possessions in a battle.
Her second reason? If she ever released her werewolf form and transformed entirely, whatever armor she wore would only inhibit her transformation. If she chose to wear plated armor, it would be destroyed when she transformed, so she preferred leather armor that had been made with her transformation in mind, the leather straps having buckles that would give with her change in form to allow her to wear her gear even when transformed.
He had understood her reasoning, despite having never seen her fully transform himself, he could only imagine what it would look like. That said, he did question her on her desire to charge into a close range battle with a giant when wearing little in the ways of protection.
Her response?
"If I did not move in, then many more would have died." She'd said with such confidence that it made his fondness for her evolve dramatically. She had not been prepared to go into hand-to-hand combat with the giant, but did so anyway when given no other choice. The decision to lay her life on the line for others was a split second decision he respected as a man of his stature.
That said, he would prefer she not try it again so long as he was there to cull the attention of whatever beast they would face.
She'd respectfully agreed to his desires with flushed cheeks, knowing of his protective and possessive nature now, she knew he asked out of a desire to not see one of those he called his, hurt.
As a werewolf, knowing that her mate and pack leader made such decisions out of his desire to protect her made her desires and love for him swell beyond belief.
It was unfortunate that they were currently out in the wilderness in the middle of what may become a long quest, because if they were within the confines of the guild hall, she'd drag him to bed and have her way with him for as long as she could.
She supposed that she'd have to keep her desires in check until they returned home.
As for the newest addition to the group, and the only one who was not romantically interested with him, that he knew of; Priestess had taken note of how he viewed the importance of protection in a battle, and had taken up upon herself to change her garb.
The day before they had left for Rorikstead, she had nervously asked the man in question for some gold, yet refused to tell him why. She'd been afraid he'd deny her request, but had been surprised when he tossed her two gold coins, fondly patted her on the head, and told her to spend it wisely; Before returning to the guild.
She'd been so happy that she'd immediately rushed to Adrianne by the city gates and requested that she make her a chainmail tunic to go underneath her priestly garb. The older woman had been surprised by the sudden question, yet when the girl told her that she wanted to surprise Goblin Slayer with her new armor, the blacksmith had quickly gone to work crafting the most excellent chainmail tunic she'd ever made.
If anything, just seeing the young blonde's eyes widen in glee when receiving her new set of gear was payment enough…
But she still took the gold coin.
With her other gold coin, she'd gone to the local alchemist shop and had stocked up on magic and health potions in case of an emergency.
It was something he'd taught her one day, and she'd never forgotten it.
She'd asked him about what she needed for a future quest, what his recommendations in terms of supplies would be. Since he was extremely experienced in battle, he would know what to bring for a journey.
"I-I'm not sure what to bring for our next quest…" She'd muttered one morning, having come up to the man whilst he was busy assisting the citizens of the city.
His response?
"Imagination is a weapon, those who lack it are the first to die. Whatever you think you might need, get it." He muttered seriously, before returning to the job he'd been busying himself with.
Those words had stuck with her, made her begin to think outside of the box.
What could happen on a quest to slay goblins? What if someone needed to be healed, but she was unable to do so? Potions!
What if they were attacked by poison spitting spiders? Antidotes!
What if they were stranded in the middle of a snowstorm without any shelter? Emergency tent!
What if they were fighting a dragon and they had no ranged attacks left? Gas bombs to make the dragon hurt itself with its own fire!
She'd felt as if her brain had been opened up and all these different realities had been displayed to her. Just like he had said, anything could happen, and those who weren't prepared for anything died.
They had everything covered as a group. Goblin Slayer handled all close quarters combat with his heavy armor, shield, and weapons. Serana was the Battle Mage who assisted him from a short distance with devastating magics and assisting energies.
Aela was the Master Archer who kept her distance and struck when the enemy least expected, helping Goblin Slayer who held the front lines.
And as for her? She was the Healer who provided emergency care and magical shields to defend against attacks that could potentially overwhelm them, creating walls of magic, amplifying Goblin Slayer's armor and weapons with temporary magics, and healed him if he was ever wounded.
Truly, they all worked together to cover each other's weaknesses.
But that didn't mean that their plans were foolproof.
That's why she took it upon herself to prepare for anything she could think of.
So when they'd suddenly been tasked with traveling to a distance town, she'd already been well prepared, a bag much like his own strapped to her butt.
It was safe to say that Goblin Slayer had been very pleased with her decisions to listen to his words.
Eventually, night fell upon Skyrim, and it had become far too cold to continue their journey safely. So a decision had been made to make camp for the night, something no one had any qualms against…
Goblin Slayer sat quietly on a log, hands reached out before him towards the fire that raged on in the center of their little camp. Night had fallen hours ago, a vicious snowstorm appearing as if from nowhere to slow their journey to a standstill upon the sun's vanishing as the moon took its turn to rein king over the skies.
Although multiple tents had been brought for emergency, only one had been set up for the night, just large enough to house the entire group.
He as the battle hardened adventurer as he was, would likely be capable of traversing the storm throughout the night, but he was not so cruel so as to demand that his companions do the same. That was why he had made the decision to rest for the night, not wishing suffering upon the women he held dear.
He had opted to stay awake during the night to watch over them, letting them get their rest instead.
It was what led to him sitting alone by the fire.
Well…
Not entirely alone.
"Are you cold, my Master?" Ignis asked from within the confines of his helmet, her tiny body laying promiscuously across the rim of his visor.
His eyes focused to look at the tiny fire pixie before him, taking a moment to answer her question.
"Yeah." Goblin Slayer spoke honestly, the small fire doing little for him in terms of keeping him warm.
The fire demon grinned. "Then let me change that for you." She cooed, slipping out from his helmet.
Ignis grew back to her normal size as she situated herself on his lap, grinning down at the man as she wrapped her long slender legs around him. "Is this better, my Master?" She asked lowly, her flame body warm to the touch.
"Yeah." Goblin Slayer muttered. "This is nice." He thought to add after a moment.
The Flame Atronach was please by his response, but her mood shifted when she noticed that he seemed distracted by something. "Something is bothering you… What is on your mind?" She asked softly, keeping her voice down so as not to wake those fast asleep in the tent.
He didn't say anything for a long moment, eyes narrowed behind his visor. But eventually he spoke. "I am… concerned…" He muttered, seemingly searching for the right words.
"Concerned?" Ignis repeated curiously. "Whatever for?"
"Rorikstead." He sighed. "It is not a city, it has no walls, nor guards to defend it." He glanced towards the skies above, the strangely powerful snowstorm adding to his list of concerns. "Goblins haven't attacked there for many years, but now I am worried of a dragon attack. If a dragon attacked the village, they would not be able to stop it."
"Whiterun has not had another dragon attack since you killed the first one… Do you fear they will attack other villages due to the knowledge that you will not be there?" The fire creature asked.
"Goblins have not dared attack Rorikstead for years out of fear…" Goblin Slayer explained simply, shrugging his shoulders. "Dragons do not yet hold this fear of me…" He added lowly.
"Do you plan to change that…?" Ignis asked curiously, wishing to know his thoughts.
His eyes glowed dangerously in the shadows of his helmet. "They will come to learn if they continue to get in my way. I've killed one before, I'll do so again if I need to." He explained lightly, eyes narrowed towards the sky.
The flaming Daedra dwelled on his words, running over them in his head. He did not seem to harbor a deep seated hatred for the dragons, yet understood the danger their presence posed. She was under the impression that if he could force them and or convince the creatures to serve him, bending to his iron will, he would rather that then slay them all.
But, that was under the assumption that dragons could be tamed. She supposed, however, that if anyone could do it, her master was certainly the one to.
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