My Older Siblings Cannot be the Dragonborn (Skyrim SI)
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Chapter Twenty-Four - Wilderness - 29th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
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Chapter Twenty-Four - Wilderness - 29th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
There was something to be said about magic, and that whoever had decided to install a sort of patch to make it deadlier needed to uninstall it, because it was unbalancing the game something fierce. Why was it that flames and lightning wouldn't stop a fully fledged Nord from slamming its warhammer in your chest even if you were appropriately leveled for it, but in this magnificent world they could just as well kill them on the spot depending on how lucky the shot was?
And somehow, this marvelous piece of unbalancing was not available to the likes of me. Stunted Magicka or not, even the staves refused to work in my hands. Berry did manage to learn some form of magic, but I had nothing but my meager and utterly non-existent skills with a shield and a sword. It wasn't that I felt bitterness at the cosmic unlimited powers being taken away from me, but it was quite unfair that all of my glorious ideas of death and destruction could only be realized through proxy.
"How far are we from Ivarstead?" I asked as we made our way through a badly kept dirt path in the woods, an animal trail that had seen better days, and that had yet to be overrun by the undergrowth of the thick forest.
"A day or two," Ralvas replied from Sharrum's back. "It is merely a matter of avoiding any further complications or acts of heroism."
"Mine is not heroism, but duty to the God-Emperor," I replied quite poignantly, lifting my chin up. A hand rested on the handle of my blade as the other kept the shield by my side. It was better to have it dragging my limb down, but protecting my side, then have to unclasp it from my back.
As if on cue, the sound of thunder echoed up in the air, the weather darkening as thick clouds began to spread evenly over the horizon, a sudden downpour descending within mere minutes from my bold proclamation.
The rest of our trip went by in dutiful wetness.
"You mind telling Talos to stop raining on us, Umbra?" Ralvas asked dryly, both figuratively and literally due to a small amount of magic being thrown with the tip of his index fingers to cover his head like an umbrella of sorts. "Perhaps he might be in the mood to listen to his prophet."
I took a deep breath, and gulped down at least a pint's worth of rain. I spluttered half of it out, shaking my head hastily as I tried, and failed, to use my shield as an impromptu cover from the water soaking into my very bones.
"It's just a storm passing by, one of summer last ones," Berry pointed out, "If we're lucky, it will stop before the temperature drops down."
"And if we aren't lucky?" I asked.
"You'll have to share bedrolls to keep warm," Berry said. "I'll be fine, don't know anything about your weak Imperial flesh though."
I laughed mechanically, grumbling to myself as my eyes caught sight of a stone construction that seemed to appear from the trees, the lights within the small window slits clearly showing it was inhabited. This had all the appearances of a cliché horror story.
"Twas a dark and stormy nights as the heroes approached the castle in search of succor, weary from the hefty rain," Sharrum said. "They might be civil enough to let us rest beneath the roof of the fort's stables."
"Or they might be bandits willing to take us in only to rob us blind during the night," Ralvas replied curtly, "But a roof is a roof and the fort's gate seems quite open and unguarded."
The gate was indeed open and unguarded, and since we were lacking in torches even if there were guards standing atop the ramparts, they wouldn't be seeing us until we got really close. Beneath the arch of the gate a brazier was burning, pale flames dancing and flickering across its surface as we neared. There was a sordid thud, and the crackling of the coal soon shattered as an atronach crafted from the very coals emerged to bar our path.
Its fingers drew close, readying for a spell as it watched us for a brief instant. It then chortled, bowed, and disappeared back into its brazier.
"Why did it do that?" Berry asked, warily eyeing the brazier as if afraid the creature would appear once more to strike at us.
"Perhaps it was instructed badly," Ralvas replied. "While Atronachs are intelligent daedra, they are, like all daedra, not really keen on immobility and simple menial tasks. Perhaps it seeks freedom from its bindings, and deemed us without threat from the instructions it received."
I blearily looked at the brazier, but it was Sharrum who passed through first, Berry and I coming up behind him. The dragonborn's bow was already tense, but I simply held on to my shield, my other hand ready to unsheathe my blade should the occasion arise. "So," I glanced around the courtyard, the ground already having turned muddy with the thick rain. "Where are we sleeping tonight?"
My eyes moved to where a hay roof was holding back the water from seeping through, the ground barely drier than the part out in the open. There were a few horses resting there too, and a half-asleep man who was supposed to keep guard, but had better things to do than actually watch the entrance.
"Berry, be a dear and kill the man," Ralvas spoke from Sharrum's back, "do aim for the throat."
Berry took a deep breath as she steadied her aim. "Shouldn't we ask and see if we can sleep in the stables first?" I hazarded, only for Berry's arrow to depart with a small twitch of her fingers. The arrow hit the man's neck, sending him to fall on the ground on his back, the horses neighing softly, a couple nervously trotting back from the fallen man. Thunder and lightning streaked in the sky, and Ralvas nodded quite pleased from the action itself.
"Now if only we can find someone sleeping, we can let Umbra kill in cold blood too," Ralvas continued quite primly, even as Sharrum began to trudge forward through the courtyard.
"Ralvas," I hissed out as I followed, "I might have worked something out!"
"They're capable mages who deal with Daedra," Ralvas replied, "Thus they'd be more than likely to sell our souls. Come along, Umbra. I know your old self would be more than likely to get himself instated as their cult leader within minutes, but I'm not sure about this new you. Also, I would rather not have to play the part of the Necromancer again if I can avoid it. Even I have standards."
"Me dumb-dumb reanimated zombie, hurr durr," Sharrum gurgled out, wobbling a bit before snickering, "Ah, that was truly one amidst my many masterful performances, was it not?"
The horses didn't look pleased in seeing us, but at the same time a few caresses on their faces were more than enough to get them to calm down, and return to their sleep. The stables were big enough, and with enough piles of hay, that sleeping wouldn't prove to be a problem. The corpse, on the other hand, was propped back up as the arrow was removed from his neck by Sharrum's expert hands.
"What if they took turns?" I hissed out.
"They have Atronachs standing guard," Ralvas said with a small shrug. "They merely kept someone here to check the horses wouldn't break their bindings and run away with the storm. He drew the short end of the stick, and until the storm passes or morning dawns we shouldn't be expecting company. Hide in the hay if it suits you better."
I quietly found myself a nice corner of slightly less wet hay to sit on, and shuddered from the creeping chill in the air. A nearby horse bent down, bringing its back close to my hay pile and neighing once while moving its head. I stared at the horse with its black fur, and the horse looked back at me with its black eyes.
"Very well," I said with a knowing nod. "I shall call you Fury, and you will be the best horse there is."
Fury neighed once more, and then plopped its head against the hay, flicking its ears as the smell of wet horse overpowered my nostrils. Urgh. This wasn't going to be a pleasant night by any stretch of the meaning. The animal's body emitted more than enough heat to make the night bearable, and as Sharrum seemed inclined to take turns with Ralvas, I merely closed my eyes and tried to catch some sleep after settling my bedroll near Fury, my back against that of the horse that the Gods had clearly saw fit to put in my path.
A sudden weight settled down near me, and as I belatedly realized it was Berry, I half-opened my eyes just in time to catch the back of her head settle neatly below my chin. She fell silent for a brief moment as Ralvas hands seemed to suddenly emit a hot current of air that began to dry us up quite nicely, the Dunmer humming contently to himself. as once he was done drying us up, he proceeded to dry himself and Sharrum next.
"Magic sure is nifty," I grumbled.
"Sucks to be beloved by the Gods," Berry said, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Care to tell the Gods to make the storm stop by morning?"
"Give me cheese and a piece of string and I might bargain with Sheogorath for it," I grumbled back. "Wouldn't guarantee a result though. It might just start raining chocolate...or intestines."
Berry sighed, and settled further into her bedroll. "Are you going to make it up the seven thousand steps?"
"Course I will, the Gods gave me a horse," I replied.
"Horses won't survive the climb. They'll slip, fall, or break their necks," Berry said nonchalantly.
I exhaled. I exhaled quite loudly with a sigh of exasperation. "Course they'd do that," I grumbled. "It's not like they can climb perfectly even surfaces by jumping repeatedly."
"Exactly," Berry said, snickering. "But maybe this randomly found horse is a special horse bred by the Gods that can hop on the rocks like a mountain goat?"
I hummed thoughtfully, "A war goat would be optimal, I reckon..." In answer, Fury neighed once and huffed with its nostrils. "No, all right, a horse is clearly superior to a goat in every way possible."
"Are you two going to sleep or not?" Ralvas asked in a hiss. "I would rather not have you challenge yourself on surviving a sleepless night. Tomorrow we will have to leave quickly and with our wits with us."
I hummed something that was definitely an affirmative acknowledgment of Ralvas' words, and then closed my eyes.
You are my moonshine, my only moonshine...
It was a softly spoken voice that caught my attention.
You make me happy, when nights are grey...you'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my moonshine away...
My eyes opened, and I could feel Sharrum tense and crawl deeper into the hay, Ralvas preparing himself as his ruby eyes peered into the thick rain that was coming down even louder than before.
The other day, dear, while I laid sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my coffin...
The singing continued, but whoever did sing such a song disappeared into the night together with the echoing vestiges of the song. I closed my eyes once more, deciding to chalk it up to a dream, only to snap them open abruptly as I stood hastily up, leaving my bedroll much to the befuddlement of everyone else. That song definitely didn't belong to Skyrim.
In an instant, Sharrum's massive body tackled me from the side and held me firmly against the ground, one of his armored hands on my mouth.
"Easy now brother! Easy now," Sharrum hissed. "Ralvas!"
"The vampire might be close by," Ralvas acknowledged, clicking his tongue against his teeth as Berry had meanwhile decided to sit, her hands clutching on to her sword and looking around seeking the reason for my abrupt rush forward.
"What's going on?" Berry hissed.
"Nothing important, fair fruit of the forest," Sharrum replied with a smile even as he held me firmly down, my muffled screams not pushing past his gauntlets. "It is just brother's unnatural curse acting once more, and we would all rather not have to deal with a vampire in the middle of the night." I tried to cry out louder, but the Orsimer's grip was unbreakable. "Brother, come on, I do not wish to hurt you," Sharrum said, "And I dread another blow to the head might be unwarranted, so hold yourself!" he hissed.
"There's...a vampire?" Berry hazarded. "What does it look like?" she asked next, squinting her eyes.
"Vampirism is a sickness," Ralvas replied, "It affects any living humanoid, transforming them into vampires. The creatures feed on blood to survive, and while the disease can be cured in its first stages, it is quite another story when it reaches its conclusion."
I breathed deeply through my nostrils as I waited patiently for Sharrum to take the chance to remove his gauntlet from my mouth. Once he did, I took a small breath, and then glared. "I recognized that song," I hissed out.
"Oh?" Ralvas remarked. "You did? Good, then it means your memory is returning to you," the Dunmer added with a small smile. "You did write such a song on the spur of a moment while kidnapped by a coven of vampires after all. It spread far and wide afterwards," he continued. "Perhaps because Willow didn't manage to properly punish all of the vampires involved in it?" he shook his head. "I've only heard vampires sing it, but sometimes a necromancer or two might hum it along. Now, if we just wait for the day to break, then we can..."
A set of sordid thuds interrupted Ralvas' next words as gusts of flame literally erupted from the window-slits, screams rising up in the air. The noises of battle lasted little, and then ever so silently there was the sordid creaking of a door opening up at the far end of the courtyard, even though it wasn't visible, it was still clearly heard.
So please...don't take my moonshine away.
The vampire began to sing once more as she deftly walked through the courtyard, her figure hidden by thick black clothes that made her an indiscernible blur in the rainy night. For a brief instant, it stopped midway through, a flash of light illuminating her briefly to reveal glowing red eyes and hair thick with both water and blood. The fangs were sharp, and white as pearls. The figure's skin was perhaps porcelain-like, but that did not stop the appearance from being extremely deadly-looking.
It was not something to make a Waifu out of, but something to fear like a feral wolf, or a dangerous predator. Its eyes gazed towards us, towards me, I could feel my heart speed up abruptly from fear, and I knew that if it had the ability to Detect Life, then it would know we were there, hiding from it, and yet...yet even if it did, perhaps it had long since sated its hunger with the conjurers inside. Perhaps it hadn't, but felt the need to leave.
Sharrum's gauntlet was covering my mouth once more as the creature of the night resumed walking, leaving the premises of the courtyard with a powerful jump in order to avoid the entrance guarded by the fire Atronach, disappearing into the forests of Skyrim, singing her song without a care in the world.
"Tomorrow morning we go inside," Ralvas said, "But for tonight...keep your eyes open."
I wouldn't need to be told twice.
There was something to be said about magic, and that whoever had decided to install a sort of patch to make it deadlier needed to uninstall it, because it was unbalancing the game something fierce. Why was it that flames and lightning wouldn't stop a fully fledged Nord from slamming its warhammer in your chest even if you were appropriately leveled for it, but in this magnificent world they could just as well kill them on the spot depending on how lucky the shot was?
And somehow, this marvelous piece of unbalancing was not available to the likes of me. Stunted Magicka or not, even the staves refused to work in my hands. Berry did manage to learn some form of magic, but I had nothing but my meager and utterly non-existent skills with a shield and a sword. It wasn't that I felt bitterness at the cosmic unlimited powers being taken away from me, but it was quite unfair that all of my glorious ideas of death and destruction could only be realized through proxy.
"How far are we from Ivarstead?" I asked as we made our way through a badly kept dirt path in the woods, an animal trail that had seen better days, and that had yet to be overrun by the undergrowth of the thick forest.
"A day or two," Ralvas replied from Sharrum's back. "It is merely a matter of avoiding any further complications or acts of heroism."
"Mine is not heroism, but duty to the God-Emperor," I replied quite poignantly, lifting my chin up. A hand rested on the handle of my blade as the other kept the shield by my side. It was better to have it dragging my limb down, but protecting my side, then have to unclasp it from my back.
As if on cue, the sound of thunder echoed up in the air, the weather darkening as thick clouds began to spread evenly over the horizon, a sudden downpour descending within mere minutes from my bold proclamation.
The rest of our trip went by in dutiful wetness.
"You mind telling Talos to stop raining on us, Umbra?" Ralvas asked dryly, both figuratively and literally due to a small amount of magic being thrown with the tip of his index fingers to cover his head like an umbrella of sorts. "Perhaps he might be in the mood to listen to his prophet."
I took a deep breath, and gulped down at least a pint's worth of rain. I spluttered half of it out, shaking my head hastily as I tried, and failed, to use my shield as an impromptu cover from the water soaking into my very bones.
"It's just a storm passing by, one of summer last ones," Berry pointed out, "If we're lucky, it will stop before the temperature drops down."
"And if we aren't lucky?" I asked.
"You'll have to share bedrolls to keep warm," Berry said. "I'll be fine, don't know anything about your weak Imperial flesh though."
I laughed mechanically, grumbling to myself as my eyes caught sight of a stone construction that seemed to appear from the trees, the lights within the small window slits clearly showing it was inhabited. This had all the appearances of a cliché horror story.
"Twas a dark and stormy nights as the heroes approached the castle in search of succor, weary from the hefty rain," Sharrum said. "They might be civil enough to let us rest beneath the roof of the fort's stables."
"Or they might be bandits willing to take us in only to rob us blind during the night," Ralvas replied curtly, "But a roof is a roof and the fort's gate seems quite open and unguarded."
The gate was indeed open and unguarded, and since we were lacking in torches even if there were guards standing atop the ramparts, they wouldn't be seeing us until we got really close. Beneath the arch of the gate a brazier was burning, pale flames dancing and flickering across its surface as we neared. There was a sordid thud, and the crackling of the coal soon shattered as an atronach crafted from the very coals emerged to bar our path.
Its fingers drew close, readying for a spell as it watched us for a brief instant. It then chortled, bowed, and disappeared back into its brazier.
"Why did it do that?" Berry asked, warily eyeing the brazier as if afraid the creature would appear once more to strike at us.
"Perhaps it was instructed badly," Ralvas replied. "While Atronachs are intelligent daedra, they are, like all daedra, not really keen on immobility and simple menial tasks. Perhaps it seeks freedom from its bindings, and deemed us without threat from the instructions it received."
I blearily looked at the brazier, but it was Sharrum who passed through first, Berry and I coming up behind him. The dragonborn's bow was already tense, but I simply held on to my shield, my other hand ready to unsheathe my blade should the occasion arise. "So," I glanced around the courtyard, the ground already having turned muddy with the thick rain. "Where are we sleeping tonight?"
My eyes moved to where a hay roof was holding back the water from seeping through, the ground barely drier than the part out in the open. There were a few horses resting there too, and a half-asleep man who was supposed to keep guard, but had better things to do than actually watch the entrance.
"Berry, be a dear and kill the man," Ralvas spoke from Sharrum's back, "do aim for the throat."
Berry took a deep breath as she steadied her aim. "Shouldn't we ask and see if we can sleep in the stables first?" I hazarded, only for Berry's arrow to depart with a small twitch of her fingers. The arrow hit the man's neck, sending him to fall on the ground on his back, the horses neighing softly, a couple nervously trotting back from the fallen man. Thunder and lightning streaked in the sky, and Ralvas nodded quite pleased from the action itself.
"Now if only we can find someone sleeping, we can let Umbra kill in cold blood too," Ralvas continued quite primly, even as Sharrum began to trudge forward through the courtyard.
"Ralvas," I hissed out as I followed, "I might have worked something out!"
"They're capable mages who deal with Daedra," Ralvas replied, "Thus they'd be more than likely to sell our souls. Come along, Umbra. I know your old self would be more than likely to get himself instated as their cult leader within minutes, but I'm not sure about this new you. Also, I would rather not have to play the part of the Necromancer again if I can avoid it. Even I have standards."
"Me dumb-dumb reanimated zombie, hurr durr," Sharrum gurgled out, wobbling a bit before snickering, "Ah, that was truly one amidst my many masterful performances, was it not?"
The horses didn't look pleased in seeing us, but at the same time a few caresses on their faces were more than enough to get them to calm down, and return to their sleep. The stables were big enough, and with enough piles of hay, that sleeping wouldn't prove to be a problem. The corpse, on the other hand, was propped back up as the arrow was removed from his neck by Sharrum's expert hands.
"What if they took turns?" I hissed out.
"They have Atronachs standing guard," Ralvas said with a small shrug. "They merely kept someone here to check the horses wouldn't break their bindings and run away with the storm. He drew the short end of the stick, and until the storm passes or morning dawns we shouldn't be expecting company. Hide in the hay if it suits you better."
I quietly found myself a nice corner of slightly less wet hay to sit on, and shuddered from the creeping chill in the air. A nearby horse bent down, bringing its back close to my hay pile and neighing once while moving its head. I stared at the horse with its black fur, and the horse looked back at me with its black eyes.
"Very well," I said with a knowing nod. "I shall call you Fury, and you will be the best horse there is."
Fury neighed once more, and then plopped its head against the hay, flicking its ears as the smell of wet horse overpowered my nostrils. Urgh. This wasn't going to be a pleasant night by any stretch of the meaning. The animal's body emitted more than enough heat to make the night bearable, and as Sharrum seemed inclined to take turns with Ralvas, I merely closed my eyes and tried to catch some sleep after settling my bedroll near Fury, my back against that of the horse that the Gods had clearly saw fit to put in my path.
A sudden weight settled down near me, and as I belatedly realized it was Berry, I half-opened my eyes just in time to catch the back of her head settle neatly below my chin. She fell silent for a brief moment as Ralvas hands seemed to suddenly emit a hot current of air that began to dry us up quite nicely, the Dunmer humming contently to himself. as once he was done drying us up, he proceeded to dry himself and Sharrum next.
"Magic sure is nifty," I grumbled.
"Sucks to be beloved by the Gods," Berry said, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Care to tell the Gods to make the storm stop by morning?"
"Give me cheese and a piece of string and I might bargain with Sheogorath for it," I grumbled back. "Wouldn't guarantee a result though. It might just start raining chocolate...or intestines."
Berry sighed, and settled further into her bedroll. "Are you going to make it up the seven thousand steps?"
"Course I will, the Gods gave me a horse," I replied.
"Horses won't survive the climb. They'll slip, fall, or break their necks," Berry said nonchalantly.
I exhaled. I exhaled quite loudly with a sigh of exasperation. "Course they'd do that," I grumbled. "It's not like they can climb perfectly even surfaces by jumping repeatedly."
"Exactly," Berry said, snickering. "But maybe this randomly found horse is a special horse bred by the Gods that can hop on the rocks like a mountain goat?"
I hummed thoughtfully, "A war goat would be optimal, I reckon..." In answer, Fury neighed once and huffed with its nostrils. "No, all right, a horse is clearly superior to a goat in every way possible."
"Are you two going to sleep or not?" Ralvas asked in a hiss. "I would rather not have you challenge yourself on surviving a sleepless night. Tomorrow we will have to leave quickly and with our wits with us."
I hummed something that was definitely an affirmative acknowledgment of Ralvas' words, and then closed my eyes.
You are my moonshine, my only moonshine...
It was a softly spoken voice that caught my attention.
You make me happy, when nights are grey...you'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my moonshine away...
My eyes opened, and I could feel Sharrum tense and crawl deeper into the hay, Ralvas preparing himself as his ruby eyes peered into the thick rain that was coming down even louder than before.
The other day, dear, while I laid sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my coffin...
The singing continued, but whoever did sing such a song disappeared into the night together with the echoing vestiges of the song. I closed my eyes once more, deciding to chalk it up to a dream, only to snap them open abruptly as I stood hastily up, leaving my bedroll much to the befuddlement of everyone else. That song definitely didn't belong to Skyrim.
In an instant, Sharrum's massive body tackled me from the side and held me firmly against the ground, one of his armored hands on my mouth.
"Easy now brother! Easy now," Sharrum hissed. "Ralvas!"
"The vampire might be close by," Ralvas acknowledged, clicking his tongue against his teeth as Berry had meanwhile decided to sit, her hands clutching on to her sword and looking around seeking the reason for my abrupt rush forward.
"What's going on?" Berry hissed.
"Nothing important, fair fruit of the forest," Sharrum replied with a smile even as he held me firmly down, my muffled screams not pushing past his gauntlets. "It is just brother's unnatural curse acting once more, and we would all rather not have to deal with a vampire in the middle of the night." I tried to cry out louder, but the Orsimer's grip was unbreakable. "Brother, come on, I do not wish to hurt you," Sharrum said, "And I dread another blow to the head might be unwarranted, so hold yourself!" he hissed.
"There's...a vampire?" Berry hazarded. "What does it look like?" she asked next, squinting her eyes.
"Vampirism is a sickness," Ralvas replied, "It affects any living humanoid, transforming them into vampires. The creatures feed on blood to survive, and while the disease can be cured in its first stages, it is quite another story when it reaches its conclusion."
I breathed deeply through my nostrils as I waited patiently for Sharrum to take the chance to remove his gauntlet from my mouth. Once he did, I took a small breath, and then glared. "I recognized that song," I hissed out.
"Oh?" Ralvas remarked. "You did? Good, then it means your memory is returning to you," the Dunmer added with a small smile. "You did write such a song on the spur of a moment while kidnapped by a coven of vampires after all. It spread far and wide afterwards," he continued. "Perhaps because Willow didn't manage to properly punish all of the vampires involved in it?" he shook his head. "I've only heard vampires sing it, but sometimes a necromancer or two might hum it along. Now, if we just wait for the day to break, then we can..."
A set of sordid thuds interrupted Ralvas' next words as gusts of flame literally erupted from the window-slits, screams rising up in the air. The noises of battle lasted little, and then ever so silently there was the sordid creaking of a door opening up at the far end of the courtyard, even though it wasn't visible, it was still clearly heard.
So please...don't take my moonshine away.
The vampire began to sing once more as she deftly walked through the courtyard, her figure hidden by thick black clothes that made her an indiscernible blur in the rainy night. For a brief instant, it stopped midway through, a flash of light illuminating her briefly to reveal glowing red eyes and hair thick with both water and blood. The fangs were sharp, and white as pearls. The figure's skin was perhaps porcelain-like, but that did not stop the appearance from being extremely deadly-looking.
It was not something to make a Waifu out of, but something to fear like a feral wolf, or a dangerous predator. Its eyes gazed towards us, towards me, I could feel my heart speed up abruptly from fear, and I knew that if it had the ability to Detect Life, then it would know we were there, hiding from it, and yet...yet even if it did, perhaps it had long since sated its hunger with the conjurers inside. Perhaps it hadn't, but felt the need to leave.
Sharrum's gauntlet was covering my mouth once more as the creature of the night resumed walking, leaving the premises of the courtyard with a powerful jump in order to avoid the entrance guarded by the fire Atronach, disappearing into the forests of Skyrim, singing her song without a care in the world.
"Tomorrow morning we go inside," Ralvas said, "But for tonight...keep your eyes open."
I wouldn't need to be told twice.
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Every time I hear this song I have to choke back a sob. Vampires only make it sadder, really.
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
I'm kind of surprised Umbra never took up necromancy. I mean, he could do this:
- Location
- U.S.A.
So I'm going to assume that Shade grew up in TES with his memories intact, cursing the gods because of it, lost them due to either the gods or self-infliction, thus leading to where we are. Similar to I Have Materia, Your Argument is Invalid.
Fabuzer
The Almighty
- Location
- Milan, Italy
We REALLY need a prequel or flashback detailing Umbra's adventures before his memory loss.
Yeah. Honestly, this theory is now pretty much confirmed.
Umbra is going to get on famously with Florentius Baenius!
He talks with the Gods too!
...Well, one god, and it's a two way connection between them both and they often argue and disagree with each other from time to time, but he's your best bet if you want some answers!
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
I'm thinking maybe he grew up with a different Shade's memories. A younger Shade's memories.
And now he's been replaced with a more mature Shade.
And now he's been replaced with a more mature Shade.
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
LIES!!!! Everything can be made a Waifu, EVERYTHING!
*maniacal laughter*
Let the Waifu conversion commence! Witness me, Coffee-chan!
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
Probably the gods, cause it was noted that he was taught magic before. They probably fucked his up in spite
Laukhi
Elder Scrolls Lore Enthusiast
- Location
- United States
The gods don't really have any reason to do anything like that unless Shade did something that would seriously piss one of them off. If he had so much affiliation with cultists, then it would probably be a Daedric Prince if this is true.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
of summer's last ones,"
Magic being OP in-verse makes sense, honestly - surviving fireballs to the face is much harder when you don't run on videogame rules. Interesting that vampire are a dangerous threat, though.
LastStandZiggy
Last To Fall
- Location
- Kingman, Az
I don't know about the rest of you, but I want to know the rest of the lyrics...
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
DAMN YOU SHEOGORATH!!!! YOU AND YOUR MEDDLING WAYSSS!! He probably fucked with him for the lulz
- Location
- Elsewhere
Surprisingly good singing for an alcoholic.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
I'd still Waifu her.
An ex?
Really? Wrong song Shade:
I'm pretty sure you meant to use another word here, Shade...
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Just to go off topic for a moment, does anyone know what happened to SpaceBattles?
- Location
- Greece
Wait till you reach maximum level in Skyrim, then be calm and LODA IL SOLE!
Oh gods...
Someone hold me!
Someone hold me!
- Location
- The Medium
But Dr.Meth! in Skyrim Legendary Edition, there is no maximum level! I am so confused right now.....
- Location
- Greece
Ohhohohoho, my dear Shadow Pen, by maximum level I mean his Speech skill getting to 100, due to accompaning the Dragonborn. After that he becomes High King of Skyrim, gets all the Waifus and achieves CHIM after dealing with everyone else's stupidity to the point that he ascends above and beyond the emotion of anger.