Skyrim: A Sorcerer's Tale

Chapter 393: Chapter XIII: Terrifying Rabble And Planning Coups

Chapter 393: Chapter XIII: Terrifying Rabble And Planning Coups



(Reyvin's POV)

'To think that a mere five years ago I'd be sharing in their reaction' I snort internally as I observe the bunch of chucklefucks gaping at me as if I was some Daedra descended to take their souls.

Admittedly a fair comparison but not the point.

Seeing as the lot of them were wise enough not to speak unless spoken to I looked back to the disarmed guards and pointed to a corner between the tavern and a tall bunkhouse "You will all sit here and not make noise, if any of you idiots tries something I will know."

They did not need to be told twice, the lot of them shuffling into the corner without a noise with only a couple having to be pushed through their daze.

Satisfied, I turned to the priest "Done pissing yourself yet, kids?"

"I-"The priest began but stopped immediately, forlornly staring at the corpse below me and giving me a silent nod.

The cat on the other hand looked like all of his hairs completely straight, the image would have been funny if not for the fact he was shaking in fear and looked just about ready to bolt before I hit him with an invisible calm spell.

"Pardon the question, sir" The 'totally not a hidden noble' leading a bunch of what looked to be retired guards finally managed to shake his stupor away "Who... are you exactly?"

"If you want to ask me if I am about to liquefy the rest of you, you can just do that." I deadpan and he winces "If we are going to talk however, I am not doing it standing in the middle of the street." I motion to the tavern with my head "Good thing we have a convenient spot nearby."

"Ah, of course." He gathers himself and waves for his little band to follow him "Come on then men, we best show our hospitality to our... guest."

The way he was still trying to sound as if he was in control of the situation made me let out a loud snort, the poor man pretending he didn't hear it even as his face took on a slightly more red hue.

Remembering the small mound of corpses I left behind I called out "Akulakhan, clean this up."

I will admit when the lot of them finally noticed the giant who was apparently standing among them the whole time and they began to scream like little girls I almost broke character and began to roll on the ground. Almost.

Still, credit where credit was due, they managed to collect themselves respectably quickly so which warranted at least the basest of respect.

(General POV)

Janus was still barely holding himself back from visibly shaking in fear as they all slowly took their seats inside, many of the ex guardsmen he managed to recruit remaining standing while the mage outright summoned a plush chair out of thin air and lit up some kind of alchemical stick before placing it in his mouth and drawing in the blue fumes that came from it.

The silence continued for a moment longer before the mage let out a long breath of blue seemingly magical smoke and removed his crowned helmet, revealing a rather youthful Dunmer face, which could mean anything between twenty and a hundred years old in some cases.

"Right then." The mage spoke, his voice no longer infused with deathly terror "Introductions." he stated instead of asked.

Thinking to take back some form of control over the conversation, Janus began introducing everyone "The priest is Deacon Corvinus of Zenithar's Temple, the Khajiit is Ma'zaro, an ex Fighter's Guild member, the gentlemen and women behind me are ex members of the city guard, led by Captain Gravus, and I am Janus, owner of this tavern." He ignored the taverngoers who were not yet let go so as to not spread the news, something which they no doubt appreciated.

The mage simply stared at him, those red eyes carrying a knowing glow as he wordlessly demanded something.

Something Janus was reluctant to give but as the silence stretched into a full minute and the very air begun turning heavy once more he accepted his fate and nodded "Janus Caro, if you must know."

The admittance immediately drew surprised looks from the rest of his fellow Leyawiinians but the mage merely smirked, seemingly entertained by his attempts at subterfuge.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"A hidden bastard of some sort?" The mage rose an eyebrow.

"My parents were happily married." Janus almost snapped at him "I am merely descended of a distant branch."

"How incredibly boring." The mage rolled his eyes, earning a glare from the not quite nobleman "Very well." He finally nodded "I am Reyvin Dagoth, Lord of House Dagoth of Morrowind, a guest and ally of Emperor Titus Mede II, and holder many other titles which I will not bother naming."

If before his fellows were silent, now he could hear the shifting of the captured guards outside the tavern as everyone held their breaths at the revelation. One had to be blind and deaf not to know of that name.

Janus licked his suddenly dry lips and for the first time in a long time found his tongue failing him utterly as he realized he realized he was well and truly out of his depth here.

"One of the slayers of Alduin?" He heard Corvinus mutter as he met the elf's eyes "Pardon me, your exalted lordship, but what are you doing in Leyawiin?"

Ma'zaro gives his friend a sideways look "You are just going to believe him?"

Not being a complete fucking idiot, Janus quickly realizes what I meant and his entire expression shifted into one of someone who had just sucked on one lemon too many. "What?" I smirk at him as he fumes silently "Did you think I was about to give you the city on

a silver platter?" I laugh aloud as he looks down, the rest of them shifting glances between

the two of us.

"No" He grits out "Of course not. I only want the best for my home city."

"Cute how you barely held yourself back from calling it your city" I point at him and his face reddens "But tell you what" His eyes meet mine with almost respectable intensity "Prove yourself sufficiently and I just might give a recommendation to Titus."

Stick shown and carrot offered, the ambitious lesser noble's back straightens and he gives me

a determined nod "Of course. I will ensure the path of the honored Dragonborn is not

impeded and that the city remains as peaceful as possible while you deal with the Daedric threat, my lord."

"Good." I nod and snap my fingers, summoning Scorch atop my shoulders "I would still like

to offer some assistance, so my familiar will be remaining with you to help in both the

planning and the fighting."

The prospective Count mouths 'planning?'

Poor fucker.

"Alright then you featherless degenerates!" Scorch wastes no time as a good number of them

recoil at the fact he could speak "Your asses are mine while pops goes and deals with the gold

bitch. Don't worry though I will be gentle."

Ignoring the pleading looks of Scorch's newest vic- subordinates, I grace them with one last grin before walking outside and preparing to do some aggressive recon on the Temple District, though I do make sure to put the surrendered guards into a prolonged sleep just in

case.

But before I could lift off, the oddly youthful priest ran up to me, only slightly slowing down as Akulakhan's gaze fell atop him. His eyes meet mine, the same fire glowing within with a righteous fury that had been building up ever since I told them of the Daedric presence in the temple "Take me with you."

It was a demand, but one I could respect "Can you even fight?" I quirk an eyebrow. "It does not matter." He grits his teeth "My brothers were slain by Count Marius' servants,

and for days I wondered why he would commit such an offense to the gods, but now I know he

never accepted the Aedra to begin with. Whatever they are trying to accomplish I must be there to face them, in the name of my lord Zenithar!"

As he invokes the name I feel the slightest bubbling of divine power from within him.

Most interesting.

"You know what? Fine." I accept, seeing someone channel the divine power of another, as Corvinus seemed close to doing, from an outsider's perspective ought to be educational at least "But do not expect me to babysit you, if you are too weak to survive you will die and I will not even bother picking up your corpse." "Acceptable." He nods immediately, literally not a millisecond of hesitation. Shrugging I snap my fingers and begin levitating the both of us into the air as Akulakhan

simply disappears "Your funeral."

The stone...

It calls to me!

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