FVN Chapter 184: Chapter XLVII: Poking Eyes
Chapter 184: Chapter XLVII: Poking Eyes
Chapter 184: Chapter XLVII: Poking Eyes
(Reyvin's POV)
As the final attacker has their head unceremoniously ripped off by a disturbingly gleeful Fishy the grand chamber falls silent. Well, it would be silent if not for a certain cat man wailing in pure agony while clutching his now far shorter tail.
I land next to him, causing him to stop his yowling "Do you have the bit that was cut off?"
He nods rapidly and points to a corner where a small length of furry spine is lying. I levitate it toward me and without any warning smack it back onto the bleeding stump with a burst of restoration. J'zargo screams out for a moment before turning completely silent.
And as if transforming into another person he jumps upright and assumes his usual cocky posture "J'zargo thanks you for the help."
I snort at his theatrics "Yeah, whatever. Just make sure to get at least an ironflesh spell if you don't want this to happen on the regular, most people worth a damn know how vulnerable a Khajiit tail is."
He winces lightly, his proclivity for focusing exclusively on flashy magic battling with his desire to avoid pain, before nodding in defeat "J'zargo will take this under advisement." Which was practically a yes.
I turn to the rest of the students "Anyone else in need of healing?" Most shake their heads while the rest are already doing the healing themselves, or getting help from their friends. "Well if that is the case get to looting!" I command with a grin.
And as if a beast was awoken they fall upon the bodies of those they slew themselves, waste not want not and all that.
I hear armored footsteps approaching and turn to see a surprisingly satisfied Minthara "What did you do this time?" She asks, her voice that of simple curiosity.
"This was always going to happen" I shrug "I just made sure it would be on our terms."
"Oh glorious student of mine!" The voice of Shalazar reaches me from the center of the chamber "You must go forth swiftly for time is of the essence!"
"Right" I suddenly remember that the crisis is far from over "Will you lot be fine here?" I asked my student just in case.
She just waves me off tiredly "Just go and do your thing."
"But of course madam." I snark and go to join the Archmage and Shalazar.
As I approach I hear Savos ask "Anything we should expect down there?"
The Argonian shakes his head "You need not my aid this time, you yourselves are enough!"
"Not going to join us?" I barge into their conversation.
"No." He declines promptly "I have to make sure no one sneaks by."
I raise a surprised eyebrow "They have someone who can evade even your sight?"
He huffs "The first thing you should know about clairvoyance-"
"- is not to rely on clairvoyance." I finish for him "Yes, you did drill that into me."
"Ah, so you did listen!" He squeaks in joy "How auspicious." Then he starts waving us both off "Now off with you, you have a nasty twig to snap."
We need no further prodding as I start speeding toward the secret passage, Savos following closely behind me. As we pass through the tunnels I see a bunch of newly raised Draugr crumpled against the walls or impaled by earthen spikes.
They even got a necromancer to slow Tolfdir down it would seem...
The further down we went the more I realized that the entire ward system had been destabilized by whoever managed to infiltrate the place. It still blocked teleportation by sheer virtue of hazardous Magicka emission but the weakening wards were barely working and they even tried to latch on to the two of us.
It was a very good thing that Tolfdir gave me the 'password' then.
Soon the sounds of battle greeted us, and as we passed through the final gate we were met with a sight both inspiring and alarming.
Tolfdir in all his glory facing off against a good two dozen Thalmor while surrounded with a near equal amount of bodies. Our enemies seem to have gone all out for this one as I can easily see four different kinds of troops working in tandem and trying to take Tolfdir down, everything from battlemages to assassins.
The alarming part however is the stupid fuck Ancano playing with the Eye of Magnus by shooting lightning at it randomly like a gods damned apprentice.
danger, it must be hidden from the world swiftly!"
"And you are the only ones who can do so?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
He sighs and starts what must be a long practiced speech "The Psijic Orde-" Too bad I do not care "The Psijic Order is incredibly arrogant to believe they are the only ones
capable of doing the right thing when faced with something that powerful." I cut him off without a hint of hesitation "If you were not arrogant fucks, and actually met us about the damn eye first without trying to infiltrate yourselves into our business with fucking time magic we might have had something to talk about."
"The eye must still be removed!" He insists.
"And it has been you obstinate fuck" I snarl at him "Now since your purpose here has been
accomplished, kindly get the fuck back to Artaeum and do something productive like stopping the Thalmor from assailing the world towers instead of bothering actually honest mages with
your bullshit!"
My frothing rage washes over the likely ancient Altmer like a calm wind as he nods "Your
words ring true, very well we will leave you to your works." As he goes to walk back to his comrades he turns to me with a strained smile "Even if our meeting was not a pleasant one, the order still thanks you for doing the right thing."
I point my finger as if to say 'Get moving' and the trio complies, soon disappearing back to whatever magic wonderland they came from.
"That was probably unwise." Tolfdir muses, but I can hear his amusement from a mile away.
"Fuck them" I scoff "If they wanted to get at the eye they should have helped in the first
place."
Tolfdir gives me a very odd look "Was it not you who wanted to make sure they couldn't interfere?"
I raise an eyebrow "And your point being?"
The two old mages stare at me blankly before deciding to file the whole event somewhere in
the 'Reyvin's shenanigans folder' and shake their heads in amusement.
"Well then, we really should get going" I state and start walking toward the exit "Today has been a long day and I need some street horker to tide me over."
"I will never understand your obsession with those" Savos mutters in exasperation. "And that is why you will always be a little bitch, while I will be a Mer of true taste and
culture." I answer with a shrug.
Tolfdir interrupts Savos' incoming outrage with a calm smirk of his own "I think I might
partake of a couple myself." He taps his stomach happily, completely ignoring the now grumbling Archmage.
And like complete and utter psychopaths, we leave the corpses of our enemies to rot while
planning lunch.
That eye do kinda be looking like a powerstone ngl.
Speaking of powerstones, gimme!
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