SpellSwords Fury, The Tale of Ibis Raze Options

[Black Hand]

The twin moons of Secunda and Masser reflected off the restless waters of the Inner Sea. A nondescript schooner made its way through the waters between the Mainland and the Island of Vvardenfell. On board, looking over the horizon to the Grand Pharos of Seyda Neen, was a mysterious figure wrapped in a dark blue silk cloak, a hood completely covered her face, save for the glint of her sharp green eyes that took in all things around her.

The Census and Excise office was not happy to awaken at the late hours to process yet another visitor to the Vvardenfell District, and Socious Ergalla grumpily adorned a simple robe to make his records.

Looking up at the beautiful Breton, he was glad that he had woken up. Perhaps in her late twenties, the blond hair was neatly tied in back of her hair with a Nord-Style decoration. The green eyes seemed to peer through his very soul, he couldn’t but help stare at her moist pink lips, desire clutched him, as he fell to his baser instincts.

“N-name?’ he asked, as she smiled slightly, she was all too used to the reaction from men. It seemed that they were all the same. Well. Almost all.

“Ibis Raze, of the Kingdom of Camlorn, High Rock Province.” She said in a singily hypnotic voice.

His eyes traveled the expanse of her shimmering cloak, the dark blue contrasting perfectly with her yellow hair.

“Class?”

“I am a SpellSword, sir.” She replied politely, as his eyes caught the hilt of what seemed to be a glass longsword from an opening in her attire, except that it was the color purple. Amethyst it would seem. Indeed, she even had a quiver of arrows, and a bow that looked Daedric, except that it was constructed of glass, all a strange Amethyst purple.

”Reason for visiting Vvardenfell?” he asked.

“Business.” She stated tautly.

“Oh, um, what kind….never mind!” He said laughingly, finishing his notations.

“Now then if you’ll just sign here…” he pointed to the bottom portion of the document, and as her lithe soft hand grabbed the quill from his, he gulped, and saw that the Bracer on her hand was also the purple glass amethyst. Indeed from neck to foot, she was adorned with the unique armor. She scratched out her signature, and handed the quill back. Without asking she took her leave, the cloak billowing behind her. With a very stunned Exciseman watching her leave.

Then the name suddenly struck him, was’nt that the name of a woman from a book he read? The Mystery of Princess Talara? Wasn’t that in the Kingdom of Camlorn? It seemed too odd of a coincidence. If she was her, or related to her, she was no doubt royalty.

The morning hours of Balmora brought the life and sounds of human traffic, and merchant shops opened there doors to hopes of another days pile of gold. And like clockwork, the Silt Strider arrived to the port, the Dunmer caravaner, graciously grabbed the hand of the lady that rode with him, and helped her to step off. She smiled sweetly and paid him a modest sum of gold, that he was delighted to receive, and bade her a cheerful good journey.

First thing’s first. And I need a room, and information. Hopefully the two go hand in hand here. Ibis thought to herself as she made her way to a local popular tavern.

The Eight Plates regulars looked up with their red eyes at the sight of the Breton woman walking in and making her way to the Publican before returning to the slump of their ritual drinking.

“I need a room, Sera.” Ibis said handing over a small sack of gold. Which the publican made disappear. “I also need to know if you’ve heard of any rumours?”

The lady Innkeeper looked up at her with a questioning gaze.

“Have you heard of any….Menaces?”

“My good lady, this is Vvardenfell, the only thing not a menace here is the scribs, you’ll have to be a bit more specific I’m afraid.”

“This one would be distinctive, it is said to appear friendly, but it gives a deadly disease that freezes its victims in their tracks,…some call this menace,…the Forumus Officialis..”

The publican gasped at the name. She had clearly heard the name before.

“Sadrith Mora, I can say no more.” She said looking around, as though afraid some unseen force would hear her and ban her to Oblivion.

Her brow knitted as she realized her quarry lay nearer than ever. In the Morning, she would depart.

[Black Hand]

Whoa….sorry for the delay folks, and BIG apologies to Ibis. How could I have been so inconsiderate to let a Month go by? Jeez. Im a big jerk.

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“HRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” Forumus Officialis screamed in rage and pain. How could this mortal succeed in harming him where so many others had failed?

“The arrow….” Its voltaic voice whimpered.

“Checkmate, Forumus.” Said Ibis, aiming the next arrow at it.

The tendrils flayed no more, and red diodes began too illuminate all over the creature, and they all came together weaving a single multi- fingered hand, and they flew to Ibis Raze, whom let the arrow go, and jumped quickly to the side, as the monsters tendrils pounded into the ground, a fury of debris and electricity flying up into the air.

“What do you mean, Checkmate?” Officialis raged, his eyes gazing upon the SpellSword, his tendrils now retracting back to his levitating body, but still flaying slowly.

“You are connected to this armor, this weaponry. The same corruption that spawned you is connected to my Mother. For without her you would be naught. This armor was hers…but it is so much more than that.”

A single tendril whipped through the air, moving at speeds even Ibis could not match, striking the left pauldron, creating a set of orange sparks, the inertia of the attack knocking Ibis to the ground, but the attack could not penetrate the armor.

Ibis unsheathed her sword, and began to sidestep slowly, looking for an opening into Forumus’ defense.

“So much more?” the creatures diodes dimming from a red to a dull orange.

In a spectacular acrobatic feat, Ibis cleared forty feet from her position on the ground, arcing by Forumus Officialis’ left flank, and with a mighty swipe of her matching Amethyst Glass Longsword, she dismembered the creatures left arm.

The electronic screaming grew silent after a few seconds, and Ibis’ green eyes held the creature in an equal mixture of rage and calculating cunning.

“Tell me Daughter of Raze,…what is the connection?”

Ibis pulled out a few glass throwing stars, purple amethyst of course, and did an incredible throw with one hand, and a flurry of the stars burst out before her, many of them lodging themselves in the creatures back and tendrils.

Ibis back stepped, and flipped her sword into an overhand preparation to strike, her anticipation into the creatures next move was proven true as the creature pressed another tendril attack, and Ibis shifted her weight from her extended right foot, to her left, and the tendrils barely missed her standing position, and her blades edge had converted from over hand to underhand, and she brought the blade up, severing Forumus’ tendrils.

The creature was now greatly weakened, nearly completely dismembered, and its abilities weakened significantly, as it began to fall to the ground. Its legs making the slightest of sounds as it touched to the ground.

Ibis switched to the Bow once more, and fired arrow after arrow into the creature, each one brought the lights of the creature ever dimmer. Her eyes growing ever more resolute, as she fired as fast as she could.

Finally, the creature filled to the max with arrows, Ibis saved the final two for an in case situation and unsheathed her sword once more, and walked slowly over too the creature, taking careful points to hack off the final pieces of forumus, until it was little more then a pile of metal and wires.

The head was still full of light, and the blue lights of its eyes looked at Ibis as she walked with a fury in her legs, and hate in her eyes.

“I am passed. Your victory here was pre-determined it would seem. What was the secret of you weapons and armor that led to my defeat, Ibis Raze? I graced you with my True Name, and I ask you grace me with your mystery, before you send me to where I know not?”

“Oblivion is the name of your next destination. Not the realm of the Daedra, but the dark Void from which all has sprung forth. You will know no thought or feeling, pain and ambition will find you not.”

“And know, that the very soul of the woman whom you led to death, was enchanted into this armor, and these weapons. Jyllia Raze, my mother, before taking her own life, encased herself within a Dark Soul Gem, with instructions that her energies be put to use against you, I had to dabble in the dark arts. Made bargains with Necromancers. I even thought to try and revive her with the gem, but it was not her wish to do as such. You took my world from me, and every time I take a piece of you, I gain a little of that world back.” Ibis said between sobs, the bitter tears of past memories streamed down her cheeks.

“How……noble. “ Forumus Officialis mused, the lights of its eyes growing dimmer.

“I should have thought that as she brought me into this world, she could also take me from it. And it would seem that she has, through you. I am a virus, a disease to all that functions. I thought myself the ender of things, but as it would seem, I am not. Perhaps, I am just a part of this world, and you were my balancing aspect. Grant me peace now, Ibis Raze. Fulfill your destiny…..” the voltaic voice trailed off, the lights finally shutting down.

Ibis let out a sob, and gripped her sword hilt tighter as she brought the blade back full swing, halfing the head of Forumus Officialis.

Dunmer arose from around the ruins of Tusenend. The Telvanni, the Ashlanders, and the Redorans whom bravely fought the Monstrosity looked at each other in confusion.

As they searched the area for answers, they merely saw a pile of inexplicable material, and a woman walking away in the distance, pulling a blue silk hood over her head.