FVN Chapter 181: Chapter XLIV: The End Of Glory
Chapter 181: Chapter XLIV: The End Of Glory
Chapter 181: Chapter XLIV: The End Of Glory
(General POV)
Morokei the glorious observed the blasphemous invaders of his master's domain, two Dunmer mages and an Orc that stunk of the beast Daedra. The priest could not do much else in his current imprisoned state, his earlier attempts had failed so spectacularly that he had to focus all of his considerable skill on replenishing his power for when the true fight came.
He clutched hard the divine staff that had shown itself to him all those years ago and resumed his observations. He recognized the one who called himself Aren, he was after all the one at fault for his current predicament and the target of his ire, but the other Dunmer drew far more of his attention and surprisingly his caution.
He had the distinct feel of a tongue and bore the aura of one, not a Dragonborn that much was certain but equally certain was his power. His fluency in sacred Dovahzul did him credit but his childish quips implied a lack of wisdom for one of such strength.
No matter... All three would fall for their blasphemy.
Naturally, the moment the younger Mer's eyes fell upon him he once again did something insolent. Without any preamble, the disrespectful youth launched a massive bolt of lightning at the ancient Dragon Priest and nodded as the spell dissipated on contact with the orb surrounding his target.
"As expected" Reyvin muttered to the Archmage "It would be really stupid if we found out you could have just killed him by binding him."
"Har, har har." Savos replied sarcastically "You truly are the picture of wit Reyvin."
"Think I should try stabbing it?" Durrak asked with hope in his eyes.
Reyvin merely shook his head "No, I doubt it would be that easy."
The trio started walking up the stairs toward the two specters that charged Morokei's prison with their very essence, only for Reyvin to suddenly still. His two companions gave him odd looks but when he turned around with devious glee in his eyes both knew that he had just come up with something ridiculous.
For the following hour, the mighty Dragon Priest had to look on with equal amounts of despair and outrage as the elves carved runes of power all around him while the orc simply rested and polished his spear.
If Morokei still possessed the required vocal cords he would have already let out a scream of such fury he suspected he might even awaken his master with it.
When they finally finished their insolent inscription Morokei had hoped they would get on with it... His hopes were dashed most thoroughly as the younger mage started summoning fully functioning Dwemer automata and positioning them at every single spot in which they could harry his target.
The interlopers took their sweet time, fully knowing that their actions were a double-edged sword as the priest did not remain idle while they worked. He analyzed each and every rune they placed and discerned their meaning, preparing to deploy swift countermeasures the moment he was freed.
The priest did not notice the sly smile that appeared upon the younger Mer's face, the runes were doing their job.
Finally, as the sixth ballista, this one far larger than the rest, was placed atop a firm wall, the duo of magi ascended the stairs and their companion straightened up and downed multiple elixirs of strength.
The time for battle had come.
(Savos' POV)
'Deep breaths Savos' I command my trembling mind as I stand behind the specter of the friend I betrayed. Reyvin gives me a look that says 'Take your time' before masking his face and positioning an ominous looking dagger behind the other ghost.
"Be free" I mutter and stab my victim, another sound soon following to my right. Then as if a house of trembling cards, the haphazardly formed spell I created all those years ago falls apart, and 'Morokei' wastes no time in acting.
"FEM ZII GRON"
The moment he is freed he turns himself into a ghost-like state, likely wishing to avoid our preparations completely... 'Too bad for him we already expected that to be his reaction' I cannot help but smirk.
I feel the lich's glare at the total lack of spells activating, and just as he is about to move Reyvin pulls out Azura's Star of all things and launches a crystalline bolt of soul energy at him. The cautious undead tries to move out of the way but the bolt still catches him in the foot, taking out a good chunk of it.
(General POV)
Magnus' staff, disrupting it for but a moment.
But said moment was all Savos had needed. With a snarl of rage that had decades upon decades to stew, the Archmage blasted the lich from point-blank range, specifically targeting his right hand and severing it, removing the divine staff from the undead's possession. And just to rub salt into the proverbial injury, as Morokei was slowly levitating back up, Savos picked up the staff and pointed it at his foe. They stared at each other for what was but an instant but must have felt like an age... Before Savos blasted the undead straight to Sovengarde.
Both of us turned completely silent. I for one was incredibly tired and Savos was probably
going on a walk down memory lane, so we just sat down atop the nearby stone structure and watched in fascination as Durrak ran circles around the remaining few Draugr and dispatched
them with ease.
"Feeling better now?" I ask after a few breaths, the pain of my wound disappearing as swiftly
as the wound itself.
Savos says nothing but nods.
"Good" I nod back and summon forth the mask called Morokei.
(Savos' POV)
As Reyvin looks at the mask I can practically feel him radiating curiosity... Then his hand
starts shaking... And now his entire body is shaking... Is that smoke coming out of his ears? "Are you alright?" I ask, the irony of the situation not lost on me.
Instead of answering, my grandson stands up and throws the mask against the ground with a
snarl of incandescent rage.
His Orc friend jogs up to us, likely having noticed the commotion, and asks almost
expectantly "What did you 'discover' this time?"
'Almost as if talking to an enraged toddler' I cannot help but think.
"I have been cheated!" Reyvin yells, and noticing our expectant gazes he sighs while bringing
the mask up "I expected this damn thing to be the work of a master, the culmination of ancient enchanting..." He trails off, his disappointment palpable "BUT THEY JUST RAMMED A DRAGON SOUL INTO THREE DAMN RUNES AND CALLED IT A DAY! ARGHHH!!!!"
I stare at my frothing descendant for a moment of stunned silence... before breaking out into
a fit of laughter, causing him to join but a couple of moments later. Maybe he is right, I really shouldn't just lie down and die. After all, I can't let myself miss all
of the stupid things he will no doubt end up doing.
It is time to st-st-st-st-stone!
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