Skyrim: A Sorcerer's Tale

Chapter 179: Chapter XLII: Labyrinthian (Part 1)

Chapter 179: Chapter XLII: Labyrinthian (Part 1)



The cold winter air of Skyrim's central mountain range whipped at our faces mercilessly. Thankfully we were all fully prepared for such a thing, Savos and I wore enchanted robes, and Durrak... well Durrak was just too much of a beast to even care about something as petty as 'cold weather'.

The well over two meters tall Orc looked far too cheerful for someone wearing metal armor in sub-zero temperature but then again it might have something to do with his idiotic decision to become a werewolf.

To think one of my first friends in these lands consciously chose to become a furry... Speaking of my friend... "What are you moping about back there Reyvin?" The loudmouthed warrior yelled as I trailed behind my two companions.

"Just ruminating on the cruelty of fate" I quip and speed up to join them.

As the two of us busied ourselves with banter, Savos used a rather slick combination of earth manipulation and ice magic to create a perfectly traversable path in front of us. The Archmage had been doing it for hours already yet he didn't look like he was even close to breaking a

sweat.

"You said that the conflict with the Silver Hand was intensifying?" I ask Durrak as I lazily dispel the minor snowstorm caused by Savos' magic.

The Orc grunts, momentarily enraged, but takes a deep breath and then calmly explains "On the day of my joining the Circle we came upon one of their camps... Skjor heard of a known werewolf skinner hiding out in there and charged in without any plan" Durrak looked away as his shoulders slumped "He did not make it."

"And now he is stuck forever hunting in the domain of Hircine, eternally barred from his ancestors' afterlife" I finish with a derisive scoff.

My friend shakes his head in exasperation "It isn't the worst of all fates you know, he chose it knowingly."

"And I keep telling you that said choice was unwise, binding one's self to a Daedra is the height of foolishness." I retort insistently.

He looks just about ready to retort but merely shakes his head and pointedly changes the topic "So, what should I expect down there?" He asks, referring to our destination.

Savos perks up but doesn't interject.

"Trolls, Draugr, an undead dragon, an ancient lich, more trolls..." I trail off and then nod "Yeah, that sounds just about right."

My Orcish buddy tilts his head in my direction "You sound awfully sure about that."

I shrug with a smirk "That might be because I am sure."

"Right." He snorts "Why am I not surprised?"

"Because I inspire confidence in whoever meets me?" I quip.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Another snort, followed by silence. Said silence lasts only for a short while before the uncontrollably giddy murder machine asks "Now what was that you said about trolls?"

(General POV)

A tall, three-eyed monster of a beast trudged through the tall snow like it always did, its mind only comprehending the need to eat and sleep and not much else. Even with such a slow mind, the creature stilled suddenly as it heard a voice becoming closer with every second.

"...aaaaalaaaaAAAKAAAAAAAATHHH!!!!" A projectile of green and black slammed into the troll, turning it into fine chunks on impact. Moments later a blood-covered Durrak emerged from the mess and began to laugh like the mad barbarian he was.

(Reyvin's POV)

I let out an appreciative whistle as I observed the destruction caused by Savos literally just yeeting an armored Orc with explosive telekinesis "I gotta try that." I blurt unconsciously.

"Oh trust me, you will love it." Savos cackles as we start walking toward Durrak.

The trio of powerful adventurers descended the vast stairway into Labyrinthian with certain steps. No torches were needed as each had the ability to see in the dark with great clarity and there was no need to make themselves easier targets.

The first vast chamber that awaited was surprisingly mundane in its construction. It seemed

to be something of a large tavern that was meant to welcome weary travelers after a harsh winter day. Many large tables made of stone were still standing, even if dilapidated by the

passage of time.

The one that followed was a simple dirt floor with a large mound in the center, and just as Reyvin was about to warn everyone to be cautious the mound exploded outwards, a skeletal dragon emerging from within, soon joined by a horde of skeletons and Draugr.

Most adventurers would have frozen at such a sight, yet only one did this time. Reyvin did not hesitate for even a moment before shadow walking to the largest group and blasting them with gouts of solar flame while Scorch did the same from atop the vast

chamber.

While he was doing that Durrak boldly challenged the animated dragon, his supernatural strength easily allowing him to stall the monster and keep it in place.

Savos finally managed to get himself out of his state of repressed panic and summoned his

own familiar, followed by about a dozen atronachs of the fiery variety, and then started blasting the dragon with his considerably potent destruction magic.

As the mobs of undead were cleared out, custom-crafted dwemer automata started joining the battle. Ballistae and crossbow wielding spheres soon surrounded the draconic carcass, pelting it with enchanted bolts of various sizes.

Whoever was animating the skeleton realized he was losing and commanded the massive creature to take down his accursed enemy even if it cost him its continued service.

The skeletal dragon suddenly reared up and launched itself at Savos, who had very little time

to dodge the sudden attack.

A bright golden firebolt slammed into the dragon's jaw, slowing it down, and before it could attack once again the massive form of Durrak crashed atop its head, spearing through the

creature's spine and killing it on the spot.

"You good there?" Reyvin asked his newfound grandfather.

Savos shook the wave of terror off and nodded "Y-yes, just peachy."

They took a short break to rest up while Reyvin collected his automatons, booping the dead dragon with his crown on the way and extracting a bit of its ancient power.

As the party descended deeper into the ancient ruin a sudden chill settled in their bones and a

voice both ancient and rasping resounded from all around them "Wo meyz wah dil vul junaar?" Savos was just about to have a panic attack but even his ancient terror was overridden by sheer incredulity at what left Reyvin's mouth but a moment later.

"N'wah says what?"

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