The tale of Telina Delvanni, chapter 5., The Rise of Great House Telvanni Options

[mplantinga]

No Necromancer's Amulet, but all four elements? This should be interesting.

[The Metal Mallet]

Nothing more interesting than visiting Morrowind's "strip joint". I'm sure the these Theurgist powers will come in handy for Telina.

[Tellie]

I sighed, always on the move, I took a strider that was on the way to Ald Rhuun, but jumped off when we passed Caldera. Although the slowfall spell I used worked, I still activated it too late, so the air got knocked out of my lungs. I looked hazily around myself, trying to catch my breath, and there, just by the Mages Guild was a clothier, taking my chances, I went for that one. Inside, I saw two Mer’s, one female and a male. I walked directly up to the female, she had her hair tied up in a topknot, and slightly coppery eyes. “Neela Angletoe”, I asked, she simply nodded. “I come on behalf of Jaron, he wishes his amulet back”.

To my surprise she suddenly collapsed in tears, crying. “No, i-it is t-t-t-the only thing I ha-have to r-remember him by, I wi-will not g-g-give you the amulet back”, it was hopeless to get another word out of her, so I decided to get back to Jaron instead.

-“She still remembers me, she actually still loves me….wow, I had no idea”, he said softly. “Wait here, I have to do something”. Then he vanished into his shack. I heard some loud bangs, and a big bright light, and then Jaron came back. He handed me an ice figure, looked like it was aresign of the statue of Azura or something, but I was shocked after seeing what it was…it was nevermelting ice, I knew that it was rare to find such things here on Vvardenfell. “Take this to Neela, tell her I still care for her”.

I bowed, and took the trip back to Caldera. On my way from Balmora to Caldera, I realised just how many damned cliffracers there had to be on this bleeding island, and when I got there, I was not in the mood for arguments. A guard managed to get on the wrong side of me, by telling me that I could not enter the city, due to the inn being full.

When I was done yelling, threatening and basically making him as uncomfortable as possible, I left him there ,now he was more like a nerve wreck. Neela was in the seventh heaven after I delivered her the statue, and she kept blabbering on about she and Jaron had fallen in love, and how big an affection for him she had and bla bla bla…at least I got the amulet though, so it was worth the ten minutes I had to wait.

Jaron was most pleased with me, so he walked into his house (again) to find an item of “interest” he said. “Curses, I must have given that glove to Miles” I heard him swear.

-“Ok Telina, you see here you must make a choice, I shall continue to teach you two of the elements, as I have gotten another student, but since you came first, you’ll get to pick. What do you want”?

-“Ice…aaaaand….Fire”, I said after a bit pondering. “Hehe, cold as ice you are, and you have a taste for the cleansing powers of fire as well…I mostly prefer fire, slowly burning my victims hehe, ok, well here I have forged this glove here, it will aid your magical abilities by far, and add greater resistance to frost and fire, but will weaken your resistance to mundane weapons and lightning”.

I took the glove, it was ever-changing between different shades of blue and red, and when I put it one, I gasped. It was cold as ice, and warm as fire, but then it just, got normal, like it was an extension of my body, nothing more, I didn’t even feel it was there…and then it was the boost to my magic….from what I was told by Jaron, my intelligence willpower, and skills within destruction and illusion was greater…not that I had gotten smarter or better, my spells just got greater power.

-“Now, it seems that an Argonian named Miles Durango have taken the other glove with him when he left…find him and get the glove back for me to enchant it. From what I know there is an Argonian up in Gnisis boasting about how he fooled this great elemental wizard, maybe it’s Miles, always worth checking”.

So an Argonian, eh, that should be easy. It was true that he was in Gnisis, he was telling everyone who wanted to listen about how he had fooled Jaron.But everyone sleeps sometimes, and this one was not an exception, I followed him through the street of Gnisis, making sure we were alone, I tried to make him give me the glove…

-“Me give glove to Dark Elf, if key to Arvs-Drelen me get…or eight thousand septims”. Ok, that was just simple, knowing what Baladas would do to any intruder, I handed him the key, and got the glove.

[The Metal Mallet]

Hopefully Telina didn't underestimate that Argonian there, I wouldn't want anything to happen to dear ole Baladas...

Another interesting post, these Theurgist missions are quite interesting.

[mplantinga]

Another interesting installment. I am curious to find out about the other student; I wonder if they will spell trouble for Telina in the future.

[Kiln]

-“Ice…aaaaand….Fire”, I said after a bit pondering. “Hehe, cold as ice you are, and you have a taste for the cleansing powers of fire as well…I mostly prefer fire, slowly burning my victims hehe, ok, well here I have forged this glove here, it will aid your magical abilities by far, and add greater resistance to frost and fire, but will weaken your resistance to mundane weapons and lightning”.

I just caught up here and found the underlined section to be rather creepy...though not too far from what I'd expect Telina to say.

Anyway keep up the good work Tellie and I'm sorry for not commenting more frequently, its not because I don't like your story.

[minque]

oh my dear, someone´s been very busy writing lately!....Makes me feel guilty..sort of, but nevermind......as always very good stuff, even though I think sweet Telina really has turned into a very powerful mage. Oh and she uses her magical skills as well......not always in a kind way, the lady can be cruel sometimes, but hopefully she will learn from her victories......Yeah she will, I´m pretty sure of that!

[jack cloudy]

And Telina keeps doing her thing. Scaring the crap out of people and killing them when the scaring doesn't work. I really like the bit with the elemental spells.

I personally would choose fire and lightning. I love to vaporise my opponents with oversized fireballs and to give them a 'shocking' experience. Long live Redguard battlemages.

Note: in real life, shock spells would be the ultimate killer in Dwemer ruins. All that metal on the floor, walls, ceiling, they're perfect conductors for good old electricity.

It was also nice to see that Trebonius could do something. He was way too easy in the game, even with his amazing amulet. I just rushed in and treated him to the overhand Chrysamere chop. He never got the time to finish his second spell. (The first missed.)

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Aug 7 2006, 10:36 AM

[Tellie]

Ah...cloudy, good to have you back, hope you have read the beginning of my next fic as well. Thanks for commenting so soon after your return, so now my dear readers, since I have been away for over a week I have given you a long one today, enjoy.


-“hehe…no troubles I hope”, Jaron said amusingly, as I handed him the glove. “Just a little second and I’ll enchant that for you my dear, hehe, what’s the point of having it unenchanted”.

He went into his shack, and I could feel the sheer powers that was unleashed. I screamed as a sudden bang, and a bright white light, enclosed me, when I could see again, I saw Jaron standing soot stained, laughing manically, while his hut was lying in small planks around he place.

-“Hehe, just a slight miscalculation, hehe, but I managed to do it right at the second try, so here it is, finished in all it’s glory”, while I took the heavily enchanted glove on my hand, he continued talking. “I have a lesser task for you know…I have a…a problem of sorts, I am one of the sad users of skooma I’m afraid, but I ensure you I can quit any day, just that day is not now, get me four bottles, and in return I’ll teach you two fearsome spells”.

Wow, fearsome spells, I thought the spells he had learned me till now was fearsome, he clearly had other opinions of what “fearsome” was.

I knew full well, where I could find skooma, raid any bandit cave, and most likely you’ll find some. It just happened, that once I got back to my stronghold, a letter was awaiting me.

Dear Telina, your family is getting increasingly worried by the fact that you haven’t met any of us in ages, please drop by. But now over to business, if you remember our talk so long ago, you will know that I have sent our family members around a bit, preparing for the big…feast. We have discovered that the family of Orvas, is running respectable places all over Vvardenfell, but most of the places are in the West Gash. But be careful, some sons of Sithis is known to be with them as well, so I suggest that you start at Fatlegs drop off at Hla oad.

From Uncle Caius.

Ok, that was good news, and true, my…ah…family, was definitely the Blades, and I had honestly forgotten all about them, I had been too busy lately, but the family of Orvas, was definitely the Cammonna Tong, and sons of Sithis working with them, meant that the brotherhood was involved…

I had done as Caius proposed, and started at Fatlegs drop off in Hla Oad. I had snuck into the shack at night, knocking Fatleg out for a few hours with a hammer, I wandered around the shack. Strange, the room was barren, sake for a single carpet, strangely positioned in the corner of the room. Intrigued, I lifted it up. My curiosity was for once rewarded with a trap door, which seemed strangely susceptible to break after a well placed chop with The Monarch.

I slipped down in silence, I knew what I was looking for, skooma, brotherhood members, and slaves to free. Strangely the second was found first. A member of the Dark Brotherhood, was patrolling the walkway, and he seemed quite oblivious to my existence. I remembered a spell I had once learnt, one too complex for me in my earlier days, but perhaps now I was skilled enough.

-“mexas mega constricto”. The spell, was a immensely powerful burden spell, and it made him so heavy that the wooden planks he was standing upon could not take the weight, so he crashed down into the water, to drown…slowly. I walked further through the cave, down onto the walkway, I took the way to the left, which was the room where all the people were. Silently, I paralyzed each one of them, tying them up to the pillars supporting a platform. I also found a slave, who wished only to be set free.

I cursed, as he told me that the key to the bracer was broken, so I made sure that he was willing to sacrifice ANYTHING for freedom, getting the answer I was waiting for, I knocked him unconscious, to spare him of any pain. Then, I swiftly cut his hand off, and the bracer fell off, then I cast a healing spell on him.

Seeing that the former slave was safe for the moment, I decided to raid the cave, I was lucky that I had started here, the smugglers had indeed been good, as I found no less than nine bottles of skooma, a few coins, some scrolls, and quite many bottles of different liquor.

By the time I went back to get the slave, the six Cammonna Tong and Dark Brotherhood members had awakened, and was swearing loudly at me, for tying them up. I smiled, an interesting idea popping up in my mind.

These men were slavers, and assassins, I had for the moment a grudge against both of those kinds of persons. I took all the liquor into the room, spraying them with it, putting many bottles at their feet as well. I woke the slave up, telling the poor Argonian to run for his life, then I “accidentally” dropped a torch, onto the poor bastards, who were soaked in flammable liquor.

Saying my goodbyes to the bastards who was now running around, screaming as the flames licked around them, I turned, and sent myself back trough the void to Jarons little island.

-“Ah, hehe, so your back, here let me teach you the two spells, Blizzard, and Immolation”.

The first spell, Blizzard, created a massive maelstrom, of ice shards, cold air and snow so thick that there was no penetrating it with the naked eye. I saw the tree I had performed it one, was twisted, several deep cuts in it, bent in unusual angles, and I could only dare to think on what it would do to a fleshy living target.

The second one, Immolation, well, what does it sound like. A huge orb of fire erupted at the place I cast it upon (another helpless tree I’m afraid), Holding it, it started to whirl around at astonishing speed, the fire grew more and more intense, expanding as I poured more power into it, and then it stopped, having drained me of my magicka completely. The area I had burned, was now blackened and devoid of any form of life sake for the gloving red rocks, who was still cooling down from the spell.

The spells, was scarily alike, they were both intense, starting with taking the shape of a globe, only to turn into a whirlwind of elemental energy, expanding and increasing in power as one poured more energy into it…the only real difference was the effect of the spells.

Going to sleep in my bed that night was terrible, I was lying awake for what seemed like hours, shivering. All this knowledge, the sheer power and scariness of these spells was scaring the spit out of me. They were designed for one thing and one thing only, murder, murder of many, giving no chance to the victim(s).
I wept that night, for myself, for all the mindless murders I had committed, all those families I had ripped asunder with the murder of one or more of their loved ones, but mostly it was for myself. But now it was that I lived in a world, where the survival of one, is mostly dependant on how powerful one’s friends are, and how powerful one is…and with me living in the most ruthless part of Tamriel, I had to be ruthless back in order to make safe my own survival…once I was ready, I would start helping the others, until then, it was me myself and I who was on the line.

When I woke up, I felt strangely smarter and more powerful in mind that I had previously been, and I sure felt for some reason luckier too. This feeling of being elevated, had struck me many a time before, and it was getting to me more and more often, and I was sure that I was merely growing better and more powerful.

When I returned to Jaron, I found him lying on his back outside his house, clearly drugged down, as the four bottles of skooma I had given him was now all empty. I sighed, throwing drugged people in the water, was getting boring, so I decided to try something new for a change…Putting my hands on his chest, I cast the freezing touch spell that Jaron had taught me for a few days ago. Jaron screamed in agony, and jumped up higher than any living creature I had ever seen before. It was quite comic actually, to see the old mer standing with his face a few inches from my face, red as blood, nearly bursting with anger.

-“WHY DID YOU DO THAT”, he demanded. “Hmm…mostly for the fun of it, but I needed you sober if you were to teach me more stuff, and precisely that stuff will kill you one day, so no better day than this to start stopping with it eh”? I looked him straight in the eyes, knowing that telling the truth would do me no harm.

He looked at me for a few seconds more, trying to keep and angry face, but soon we were both laughing frantically, holding each other, as we were dangerously close to falling on the ground.

-“Hehe, well…the time for you to have your robe is close, but first I need you to go to the ancient Dunmer fortress of Andasreth…there you will find three elementals, summoned by a mage I’ve never seen before, bring me back the essences of these three, and I’ll forge your robe”.

Checking my map, I could see that Andasreth was lying close to Karthag Point and the tiny fishing village of Gnaar Mok. I took a boat trip to Ebonheart, only to swap ships, and continue up to Gnaar Mok. From there, it was a small matter to walk overseas to Karhtag point. Karthag point was a massive rock, standing overlooking the sea, and the climb up the hill was a hard and difficult one, but I finally reached the top.

I could see a huge building, which had several large domes, and a few other buildings upon it, the old Dunmer fortresses, at the top of the biggest building, I could see two mers standing watch armed with bows, and more importantly a form of…well I would call it an atronach, but it was very different. It looked like a highly beautiful, yet terrifying man, wreathed in flames. His two companions was however mere flame atronachs. I focused my mind upon the spell Jaron had taught me: euhys maxo ramus eximentha northre.

The Globe of pure white light, exploded outwards as it hit Infritel, focusing my power to maintain the spell, I made it expand rapidly, making the entire roof being swallowed by the gigantic blizzard. I fed more power into the spell, Ice shards was tearing the place apart, I heard the muffled screams from the two female archers, as their bodies was frozen and smashed by the lethal ice shards, after what seemed for an eternity, I allowed the spell to collapse, not a trace of life was to be seen on the roof.

Sweat was running down my back and face, as I walked across the roof, the entire floor was covered with ice and snow, and I could see the two female archers, they had been smashed into tiny pieces, but the ice was now melting, and the steaming clumps of flesh made me empty my stomach quite fast.

Looking away from the disgusting sight, I wandered over to the form that was Infritel, even in death it seemed like a ragefull, yet fascinating…thing, and I wondered what it really was. I scouped up the still glowing ashes that I supposed was the essence of Infritel, before I entered the dome at the top of the roof. Typical of my luck, the door was frozen, so I did the drastic measures of trying to kick it open…I swore long and loudly, while hopping around clutching my toes, which was undoubtly broken.

A healing potion took care of the toes, and a fireball made the door into matchwood. As I walked into the dome, I saw a young man lying at the ground, several wooden splinters had penetrated the back of his chitin armour…at least he ought to be at sleep when he was killed, as there was no chance he could have been awoke when I was killing his buddies outside, so he died painless.

I wandered down the stairs, looking to my right and left, I was faced with a difficult decision…left…or right? I choosed right, as I could feel a great deal of static electricity coming from there…most likely Litanigier and his retinue of storm atronachs.

Sometimes I hate it when I’m right. Looking into a room, I saw the huge rock like form that was Litanigier, and a sword swinger, and two storm atronachs.

Digging into my pack, I grabbed all of the scrolls I had with me at the moment, and sent the first spell into the room. A thick black cloud seemed to creep out of the room, and I could hear choke sounds, and the inevitable thump of a body hitting the ground. Litanigier and his retinue survived though, and worse he was roaring in fury, and sent forwards a spell so powerful, that I was flung like a bloody rag doll over forty feet away from him. With a crushing thud, I hit the stone walls, and felt several ribs crack, unable to do anything but to take a scroll, I sent another spell forth. This was but a mere fireball, and I could see Litanigier laugh at my feeble attempts to end his life.

The next scroll was interesting though, a beam of intricate designs, and a blinding white light, flew towards him, at first he was laughing, but then he must have realised what was coming towards him, so in an act of desperation, he grabbed one of his bodyguards and held him in front of himself as a shield.

But to no avail, the beam continued, and carved a hole the size of an ogrims head right through Litanigier and his companion. With it’s master dead, the last atronach vanished in a puff of dust.

[The Metal Mallet]

You weren't joking about the size, that was a LARGE update! Very involving one as well, with some character development on Telina's behalf, and some nice action with dealing with the Cammona Tong and these astronachs. Nice to see the moral of drug use is bad

[Kiln]

Yes that was an abnormally large update and I'm rather glad of which because it keeps me entertained longer. That last bit with the atronach was simply amazing as well, keep up the great work Tellie.

[jack cloudy]

Long but I simply loved it. Character development, the usual bit of killing weak baddies in a painful way and a fight against a not so weak baddie.

I am getting rather scared though. Telina is growing into a god really fast.
Note to self: Whatever you do when meeting Telina, DON'T ANGER HER!

[Tellie]

hehe...you think so cloudy, well, with the intensive training and thigns she have done, she is getting powerful yes. Just to those of you who wonder how good Telina is, she is about level 40 (well at least she is that in my save game, that I use as an inspiration for my writing), but of course, with all the fortify effects and resistance to things she have, she would have no trouble on taking higher level characters out...but dont worry, there are still enemies out there for her who would have no troubles killing her.


I managed to painfully gulp down a healing potion, tears was running down my cheeks, as the bones was straightened out, I still felt like guar dung though, and had to expend another one.

Getting up was difficult, considering I felt like my own weight was like a mountain or so it felt), I was scared now. That spell had not even been close to hitting me, but still it nearly killed me, so I decided to be more careful with Shadowshard. Picking up the strange lightning carved rock that had to be Litanigiers essence, I moved further into the stronghold, walking the same way.

I came around a corner, there further down I could see two mers, one with a bow, one with a rather evil looking axe. Considering I had only magicka enough for one more spell like the one I used on Infritel, I took my crossbow…”bugger”, normally my typical luck had caught me yet again, only one bolt left.

Deciding to take the bow armed mer, I took careful aim, only to have the bolt miss him by the inches, swearing loudly, I took the Nord way…charging headlong towards my opponent.

I dodged the first arrow that came my way, the second was knocked out of track by a deft strike of my claymore. I was closing in, but my charge was brutally ended by an arrow that suddenly wedged itself in my right ribs. Feeling the dull poison taking its effect one me, I tumbled forwards before going face first to the floor.

I moaned, trying to get up again, I was rewarded with a hammer blow at my unarmoured back. I gasped, as my breath was knocked out of my lungs, then I felt two hands grabbing my hands, starting to drag me, concentrating the last of my power that was left, I spoke the words Jaron had taught me in the beginning.

“marrghax ggrywhadn ghas”. I don’t know if I poured too much power into the spell of not, all I know is that the two bandits dragging me suddenly stopped, and that I could hear the sound of ice breaking on the ground, then it was all blank.

I awoke to the foul stench of warm flesh, and I could see my earlier opponents, lying in pieces at the floor, I till felt like having jumped of red Mountain, but I managed to set myself up towards the wall. Looking at the arrow that was penetrating my side, I knew that I had to remove it first, luckily it was not broken, which raised my spirit by a small degree. I took up a torch from my pack, putting it in my mouth, before taking a firm grip on the arrow, and then I yanked it out.

Even with the torch in my mouth, my scream must have awoken every person on this floor, but luckily they were all dead, the pain was unbearable, I felt my mind slipping again, but I forced myself not to sleep, I had to stay awake. I looked down at my last healing potion, I knew that I most likely had one more tough fight in front of me, but I had no choice but to take it. I was still dazed, when the potion had done its work on me, so finding a bed to rest was my first priority, and I found a few crude, yet comfortable hammocks to spend the night in.

I woke up after a good sleep, and better, I had no trace, of my fight yestere, and I felt completely ready for a new fight. I had noticed a stairway a little back, and since I had searched the entire floor, I was sure my way led me down there.

True enough, down there was Shadowshard and his retinue, the entire floor was frozen, and his five Dunmer guards had frozen to death for a long time ago, and better, I had an advantage, my gloves gave me higher resistance to both frost and flame, and I had the element of surprise…I looked into my pack, there I found two fortify willpower potions, which would come in handy, downing both of them, I spoke the intricate cantrip of Immolation. “jhaggfd nhgdig smraffre inflamm”. The globe of fire, turned as expected into a large maelstrom, expanding, pouring more power into it, and boosted with the potions, the potion would have a much more dangerous effect. It started to howl, the speed so fast and it was so warm that even with my gloves on, I started to sweat.

I broke it off, my powers spent, and there alone stood Shadowshard, the mightiest of the three. I could see a spell form up in his hands, but I could not afford to give him the chance to cast it. I ran forwards, drawing the Monarch. The blade descended, chopping off big clumps of ice, although the frost spell effects it would hand onto Shadowshard was of no use, the blade was still sharp.

I dodged under his massive fist, bringing my sword upwards in a quick slash, Shadowshard screamed as his right arm was cut off, an ice cold liquid poured out from his arm socket, blood I presume. He looked at me, hatred etched into his eyes, even now as I was about to kill him, he thought he could win…I guess his thoughts disappeared when his head was removed. A big perfect orb of ice, was now the only visible part of Shadowshard, taking his essence, I translocated myself back to Jaron.

-“Ah...hehe, good work Telina, he, this is exactly what I need yes, just wait here and I’ll get your robe”. He walked inside his hut, several bangs and loud swearings later, he came out, a bit red faced, but still looking immensely happy. He handed me a robe of exquisite beauty, its silken fabrics, having delicate patterns in black and different colours of blue, but suddenly just as with my gloves, it constantly shifted between shades of red, going back and forth.

Seeing that I had no need to have the clothing of an assassin on me for the moment, I thanked him and went back to my stronghold. There I took off the Black Hand robe and hood, and took my new Theurgist robe on instead.
I had my suspicions to what the robe would do, but my shock of getting increased even more, I was not ready for. The robe was just as with my gloves increasing my resistance to flame and ice, and also fortified my intelligence willpower, and several of my magic skills.

[jack cloudy]

40? That's quite impressive. Lup never got further than somewehre around 26.

Nice robe by the way. Be carefull when cleaning. You don't want to lose the colours.
Speaking of which, I just noticed that I haven't had anything cleaned in my stories. Time to fix that.

[Tellie]

yet another update, a bit longer this time.


The next week, I spent travelling all over Vvardenfell, searching for jars of what Jaron called truffles that would be spread around in various shipwrecks. I knew the location of only one shipwreck, that was outside Seyda Neen, the rest I had to track down myself, searching bays and such. Truffles was some sticky goo, but it tasted like heaven, too bad that I had to give the only four bottles I found to Jaron.

-“Ah excellent, hehe, truffles are indeed something, and now I promised you that I would teach you the two ultimate spells didn’t I, eh, well listen closely, and I shall teach you the spells of Frozen Hell and Armageddon”.

It took me many hours to master the spells, they after seeing what they did when you just cast them, without powering them even more, I had a good idea of the complexity of the spells.

-“Now Telina, you are finished, just one barrier is left, you must defeat a Theurgist that is more powerful than yourself. I happen to know of an Orc named Graznik Kator, his powers rivals my own, he have a powerful staff of Elemental Channelling, find him in his residence, a daedric ruin east of Molag Mar, kill him and bring his staff back to me”.

I bowed, and walked back to Sadrith Mora, time to ask Llovyn what the councils next focus was. “Ah Arch-Magister, how pleasant, the Mage Guild have now been destroyed, any letter of complaint will be sent to House Telvanni, many of the members are still alive as you may guess, but they are now a part of house Telvanni, with lots of our guards and such inside each guild hall”.

-“Now the councils current focus, well, Lady Zubadayah, wishes you to help her protégé to set up a Tel on the biggest island of the Sheogorad region, but the stronghold builder is having slight troubles of building it, seek him out, and aid him”.

I smiled, I had been planning on taking a trip up towards Dagon Fel anyway, so now I could just drop by. Dagon Fel was as always the sad remote fishing village, freezing cold, not that I felt too much about that though. No, I was not here to visit Dagon Fel, I knew that there was still room for another Master, and I knew just the person.

The trip towards Rotheran was a long one, getting attacked by cliffracers every fifth minute, but finally I found it. The Dunmer fortress which had looked old an decayed earlier, was now restored to it’s ancient glory. Telvanni banners was flowing freshly in the breeze, I was stopped by a few guards, new guards it seemed.

-“Halt there lady, what is thy meaning here”. “Shut it…guard…I am Telina Delvanni, Arch-Magister of House Telvanni, and your rightful ruler, I’m here to talk to Spellwright Elwin”.

The guard stepped aside, allowing me to enter the ancient fortress. It was also richly decorated from within I found Elwin in his chambers, at the top of the building, at first he stared, before he started laughing.

-“Well well, look at you, Arch-Magister and all now, that’s really something, so what brings you here at my humble abode”?

-“Well, I’m still in need of allies, so basically I’m offering you the post of Master, if you can find a mouth to be your protégé…also, there will be another Telvanni taking residence here on the island, I’m helping him building his stronghold, with two Telvannis, one of them being a Master the Sheogorad region will be covered. So I suggest that the two of you work closely together when his new residence is finished…that would be all”, I smiled.

He looked strangely at me for a minute. “M-me a Master, why sure yes I accept Te…Sed Delvanni, I’ll find myself a Mouth, and then I’ll wait in anticipation for the other Telvanni you spoke of”.

I smiled, before I went out again, I had an Orc constructor to speak to. After a bit of searching I finally found the Orc, who was rubbing his head, explaining the situation to me.

-“You see, we have some problems with getting the shroom to grow, ask one of the Masters to fix up an augmention potion for you, and bring it back to me, that should work nicely”.

This was turning out to be a bigger trip than I had expected, but nevertheless, I had a Theurgist to find. I asked around a bit in Molag Mar, and it turned out that one of the Kahjiits knew something about it.

-“Bad wizard many says…east of here lives he, Kahjiit go there not, no, bad place to be, name of place be Almurbalarammi, but go there not, not come out of place people do”.

I thought about it, it certainly proved that Graznik was not keen on visitors, it also told me that he was dangerous, but sadly for him I could also be dangerous. Using water walk, I ran across the bay until I came to the ruin. As always I got a really bad feeling towards the place, the tall unnatural spires, domes and spikes. Breathing slowly, I opened up the door, and walked inside.

The ruin was not big, only a big stair that led into a large chamber, which I could use to my advantage. I focused on the Armageddon spell. “Maelcrah Laadutade Dominus” I could see the spell flying towards the center of the room, without waiting, I gulped down a levitate potion, and an invisibility potion. Even from the other side of the room, I could feel the unbearable heat, and the explosion of flames licked the entire room, wreathing even me in the flames, but with my natural resistance, to fire, boosted by the gloves and the robe I was wearing, I walked on…unharmed.

I was walking up through the air, towards one of the big…torches, that was hanging from massive chains, giving light to the room, through only a thick mass of green fog. AS I stood up on it, I could see three bodies, to blackened to see what they had once been, but Graznik and his many atronach guards, was still walking around, cursing trying to spot whatever had burnt them so good.

I smiled, looking at the massive chains, I could see a form of splint was holding them together, the problem was separating it, unless…I drew the Monarch, it abilities would make a part of the chain into ice, and the second strike smashed it.

The levitate potion was still holding me up, but the big spiky light emitter, did not stay in the air, it soared down with an unnatural squeal, like it had a life of its own, and was smashed against the hard floor.

The room was now in total darkness, sake for the light of Grazniks staff, and the swirling lightning’s around the last surviving storm atronach…and myself.
I descended down to the ground, drawing the Monarch again…I knew that my magicka was now low, too low for another spell like that, so instead I charged towards the atronach. I dodged a spell sent by the atronach, and started to hack away on it. Dodging hacking, great pieces of stone was cut away each time I struck, until the atronach faded away.

-“Graznik, your life will end today” I yelled at him, slowly walking towards him.

The staff he was carrying had small lightning’s swirling up and down on it, almost like they were there only to be launched.

HE laughed at me, a cold heartless laugh, devoid of any sense of warmth, care…love. “You kill me, oh no, I will send your head back to Scorchblot, with the message of not sending women to fight me”.

He spun his staff around, and suddenly it was a wall of lightning flying towards me, so wide and tall the there was no escaping it. I managed to jump behind a massive pillar (barely), and waited till the lightning wall had passed.

Next, he sent a massive org of pure electricity towards me, I managed to dodge that one as well, but he had even more in store, the staff seemed to restore his magicka…there was only one thing to do.

I could see a crossbow, with one…only one bolt, ready to fire. Naturally I had to run across the room, putting myself into Grazniks line of fire, but it was my only chance. I ran as fast as I could, a spell flew past me, almost as by instinct, I dived forwards, rolling across the floor, barely avoiding another spell, I jumped up again. I was just in front of the crossbow, I bent down, as I was running, grabbed it, and pushed away with my hands, taking a split through the air, landing beside a pillar. I made a silent prayer to Azura, before I took the crossbow in a vice like grip. I stepped forward, took aim and fired.

I ran directly towards Graznik, drawing the Monarch again, I could see the bolt penetrate Grazniks left side, hopefully hitting his heart, or at least damaging his lung. He was thrown backwards by the bolt, but he quickly got up again.

He deftly blocked my blow with his staff, and then smashed the pointy end right into my left knee. He swung his staff around, striking at me again, I brought my sword up, blocking the blow. Another swing came, but I managed to duck under it, before the head of the staff was smashed into my face. I fell backwards, loosing grip on the Monarch, and I was now lying on my back defenceless…he brought his staff up for the final strike, a stab that would kill me…!!!

[jack cloudy]

I would go around and say that this is the perfect oportunity to smack him with a spell but Telina is out of Magicka so that won't quite work. Hmm, any hidden daggers around? You know, like in the boot or something? We are talking about an ex-assassin here. a sharp piece of metal in the toe is quite annoying.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Aug 8 2006, 07:03 PM

[The Metal Mallet]

I don't think she has a readily handy scroll either... Damn! I have no idea how she's gonna get out of this one... but she must! Telina is mentioned in the Oblivion sequel, so she must survive! Unless this Orc clones the dead body or something.... gross!

Well, I can't wait to see how this turns out. No really, I can't wait, I NEED THE UPDATE NOW!!!

Please?

[Tellie]

Well, I can't wait to see how this turns out. No really, I can't wait, I NEED THE UPDATE NOW!!!

Please?

Curses...that plea for an update was just too...damn...written, now I have to work out the ending as soon as i can, I hate for you guys to wait now...so thanks to Metal, you'll get the ending tonight...thats a promise.

[mplantinga]

Why did you have to make it a cliffhanger? I'll have to hold my breath until I find out what happens. Good thing I can hold my breath for a long time.

[Lord Revan]

Well in around three minutes I've caught up on your posts Tellie.

and the Naryyn are pretty fearsome themselves, but so far so good.


PS: Why all the baddies sexists???