Skyrim: A New Life

The ruins of Bromunjaar opened up behind the patrolled gateway, after Se’rith disposed of the undead that guarded it. She wondered if the original guards were the ones still patrolling it! A graveyard stretched behind the gate for a long while. Stone cairns marked burials while rotting coffins were stacked up against a wall at the far end of the chamber. The occupants of the graves must have already gone for a wander as no more walking dead assailed the Dunmer. The ghostly voice was still in the air though, it had broken into the common tongue with promises of sweet death and eternal suffering! Undaunted she went deeper, always going down. Nothing Oblivion was going to stop her.

An increasing feeling of immense and ancient evil culminated at an iron door that was as black as a deadra’s heart. There she met the ghostly Savos again. This time he looked straight at Se’rith, his ghostly visage was crestfallen. ‘I hope you understand what I had to do, it was my only choice..’ with that he walked through the door. Se’rith pushed the surprisingly responsive door open to be confronted by a very puzzling sight. Two of Savos’ ghostly friends were encased in some sort of power field. Arcs of power stretched from these orbs and they in turn encased and entrapped another individual. There was nothing ghostly about this one though. It resembled a Druagr only that it was dressed in rotting robes. It radiated an aura of absolute power and Se’rith could feel its evil from a distance. Its intelligent eyes locked on her the moment she entered the doorway. Whatever it was it was conscious and possessed of great intelligence. Its yellow eyes seemed to flash and its emaciated mouth cracked into a wicked smile as it arched its arms and backwards to let loose a roar!

One of the ghostly mages turned to face Se’rith and shouted, ‘Savos you bastard.’ With its concentration broken it lurched at Se’rith and the beam of power holding the Druagr in place disappeared. The being laughed wickedly, its mirth sounding like a mournful wind over a grave as it filled the chamber. The ghost launched itself at Se’rith but disappeared as it neared. Its colleague likewise cursed Savos while also disappearing into thin air. Se’rith deduced that Savos must have led his friends into Bromunjaar and used their life force to entrap this being. A being that was now free and full of unlife by the looks of it.

‘Foolish mortal,’ came the craven voice from the other side of the room. ‘I thank you for my freedom and your death shall serve as the first sacrifice to the death on wings that come. Already great Alduin fly’s free and soon this world and its mortal stock will burn from horizon to horizon.’ It hovered over the platform it had been imprisoned in and hot Se’rith squarely on the chest with a bolt of lightning. The Dunmer felt as if her chest had been stamped upon by a giant of the Tundra. She thought, as she flew through the air, that it was ironic that it was a shock spell that would do for her. She was sure she cracked some bones on her back as she hit the wall behind her with a thump. She gingerly got to her feet as the effects of her most powerful health potion kicked in. It was clear that this being was immensely powerful but it was slow. If she kept moving she might survive.

Her magika was gone, her robes in tatters, her face and hair singed, her Staff of Sparks broken in two and spitting lightning, her skeletal minions dismissed with a word. Her gloves were worn through and her best potions gone. Yet the creature game against her. She had hurt it, yes but it came on relentlessly. Its cackling laughing taunting her as it promised an eternity of undeath as her thrall. She could not give up, if Savos had saw it fit to sacrifice his friends then this was an evil worth defeating. Her hands clasped two of J’Zargo’s scrolls she still had in her pouches. As a final act of a desperate woman she run straight at the being as it hovered in mid air, its robes trailing it like the legs of an octopus. Having quaffed her last two healing potions, her own concoctions that also granted the drinker an increase in temporary life force, she read the words of both scrolls as she jumped through the air and barged into the creature. Her body erupted in flame, she could feel her lungs turn to mush and it felt as if her molten flesh was pouring off her bones. Yet she heard the thing roar in pain as a massive explosion took Se’rith away from this plane and into the next. Darkness took over and she found herself in Morrowind, walking through Balmora with the sun on her face.

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