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Skyrim: Plaything	By : GE_The_Beast Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21453 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eola and Elayne had to separate. Eola had to meet with the Reachfolk before the summit, and Elayne had to get their trump card. The summit would mean nothing if she couldn’t get Serana. So she gave Eola their horse, and half of the gold. She would drop it off in Whiterun. Malkoran had gathered Thalmor gold coins, gems and trinkets that had been meant for the Stormcloaks. The imperial battlemage had gone rogue when he found out that the Thalmor were supplying them with gold. Elayne had cleansed the temple of Meridia of his influence, and gained almost ten thousand imperial dragons. They came in all sizes and denominations, but it was too much weight to carry for any one person. Six thousand went with Eola, and four with Elayne. Though most of the gems were also with her. This sum could fund months of an army’s wages.
Which really meant her back was laboring under all of that weight after she managed to sell the gems at Radiant Raiment. She managed to get herself to castle Dour, where guards and Penitus Oculatus were patrolling heavily. Legate Rikke was in the yard, barking orders and yelling at mud covered troops that were drilling. She noticed Elayne in her dragon priest mask at the edge of the parade ground, and her steps started moving over. Much to Elayne’s satisfaction, she noticed Rikke was now wearing a pair of heeled leather boots with imperial dragons etched on the sides. The other world’s touch was gaining ground.
“Lady Dragonborn.” Rikke offered, stepping close. “What can we do for you?”
“I found Malkoran.” She said, quietly. “He was cursed by a daedric ritual.”
“Malkoran was an avid worshipper of Julianos. How did this come about?”
“He and his cohort are all in Kilkreath Temple, where you have been keeping the Stormcloak bodies for preservation. Their bodies, I mean. They’re all dead, now.”
“What of this curse?”
“Meridia removed it, but not before I talked to his shade. Do you know what he and his cohort were supposed to be doing by Dawnstar’s shoreline?”
“We thought he had inhabited Frostmere crypt and gone rogue. Our scouts saw footprints matching the Legion going inland towards it. His cohort went missing during one of the snowstorms.”
“He was killed by Thalmor.” Elayne whispered.
“Do you have any proof of that?” Rikke asked coldly.
“His last will was that I find that for you. I simply came to tell you that his body is now in Kilkreath Temple with forty of his fellow men.”
Rikke’s features softened. “Defeating a Battlemage is no small feat for anyone. Here is a token of the Legion’s thanks for cleaning up our mess.” She handed over a heavy purse, which was just adding insult to injury with her ability to carry it all. “You look overburdened.” She astutely guessed.
“I’m carrying dragonbone, dragonscales, all of my clothes and you just paid me in small denominations of coin.” Elayne was really a clothes horse at this point with how many pairs of heels she had in her bag. As well as the dragonbone outfit that Serana had given her in the other world. It was quite heavy.
Rikke laughed loudly at that. “How else should you pay soldiers? Larger denominations of coin fuel larger egos. And lead to bigger economic choices. Now, minds greater than my own have decided to give you an escort through Haafingar and the Hjaalmarch. We’ve prepared a carriage and guards for your use. The horses are rested and ready for you. We assumed you were taking the path through Hjaalmarch into Whiterun to reach your summit.”
“Thank you, I think. I wouldn’t mind the help.” Well, that would be nice. She wouldn’t have to carry all of this gold on foot or exposed wagon. “I have a couple of things to do in Morthal before I make my way to Whiterun.”
“We’ve gotten permission from Jarl Balgruuf to escort you to the summit.” Rikke stated.
“Oh, I’ll only need as far as Whiterun. I don’t want to play favorites and ruin things for anyone before we start talking.” The Companions would protect her for the rest of that journey. “It would anger more than a few people if I had escorts outside of imperial aligned territory to the summit, and I’ve already arranged for my own escort.”
“We’ve accounted for that already. Hadvar is from Riverwood, and will be with you as far a Whiterun to deliver some messages once you are within the hold. He’s the officer in charge of the escort mission. You’ve met him before, at Helgen.” Rikke spoke. “For which I, and every other Nord in the legion want to apologize for your treatment. We were so eager to see this war end before it could spread to any more holds,” Rikke looked remorseful. “You were caught up in the wave of the moment, and we almost killed an innocent soul.”
“Are you saying that because I’m the Dragonborn?”
“No.” Rikke smiled. “I value the lives of all people in this province. Though I must bring death and destruction through war, I spend all of my wages on my sister’s Orphanage. She’s down in Bruma, where we have been sending all of the orphans that the legion leaves behind. There are more than twenty of them this year alone. I’ll happily pay for them to have a future after this is all said and done. Even if it means my own personal comforts are no better than a common man. I don’t make a very good executioner, as you can see.” The Nord smiled. “We were too quick to make judgement. But we are the legion. We can’t make public showings of apologies until the war is done. Even if we desperately want to.”
“Thank you, Rikke.” It did make her feel a lot better. “I’ll take that carriage ride, then. I just have a couple of stops to make. Morthal always has an excellent stock of potions, and I need more.” She had already cleaned out Solitude’s markets of what she wanted. “Then I have one other place I need to go before I go back to Whiterun.”
“My soldiers are there to escort you, so please don’t get overly eager about your odds attacking something.” Rikke warned.
“I’m not going to. It’s one of the things I’ll need for the summit. It’s just one cave with old secrets I have to pick up something from.”
Rikke’s escort kept to their word, having a swift carriage for Elayne’s use. They cantered through Dragon Bridge, and crossed into Hjaalmarch. Six imperial legionaries were with her, not including Hadvar. All of them were scouts, lightly armed and armored. Barely through Dragon Bridge, Hadvar paused the group.
“We’re being followed.” He noted.
“By what?” She asked, leaning forward to speak to him. His eyes roamed, her dress not doing a good job of concealing anything. None of them did.
“One horseman. They’re quiet. Barely saw them.” Hadvar’s man in the back of the wagon said. He was an older fellow. “I think it’s a Bosmer. They’re keeping pace with us. I’ve only spotted them twice. They forded the river above Dragon Bridge by that bear cave. I thought I heard something when we left the stables.”
“How do you know it’s a Bosmer?” Elayne asked.
“They can command animals. Their racial power. They could get past that bear with that.” The older scout said. “And they move like they know the terrain.”
“How fast could we get the horses to go?” The pair of horses looked healthy and strong. Hadvar’s question was met by flat glances. “Not fast enough.”
“I’m betting ambush. Only one follower? Someone wants to keep track of the Dragonborn.” The older scout mentioned. “Or want to stop the summit.”
“Have you killed any Thalmor, Lady Dragonborn?” Hadvar asked politely.
“One.” She mentioned. He had confronted her at the college in winterhold. Ancano was his name. He had tried to take the Oghma Infinium from her after the incident where she summoned three clanfear in the Hall of Attainment. He had confronted her underneath the college, and they fought. He had been prepared for every spell. He had known her skills lied in Illusion and Alteration, not Destruction. Ancano thought he had won. But Elayne had never shown off her skills in Shouting while at the College. Her unrelenting force shout impaled the Altmer upon old and rusted iron spikes from a trapdoor. He died instantly, and she never went back to the college to explain herself. She had ran away that very night. She had encountered MIrabelle as she was trying to get out, and the mage promptly expelled her from the college when she saw the Daedric Artifact.
“Better than nothing.” The old scout smiled, half of his teeth missing and the rest yellowed. “He musta deserved it.”
“I didn’t ask.” Elayne said. The soldiers around her laughed, as if that were a great joke.
“If there is an ambush,” Hadvar interrupted the fun. “It’s going to be in the narrow pass ahead that drops into Whiterun.”
“But we’re heading for Morthal.”
“We could lead them into a trap of our own design.” The old scout brought up.
“Yindir that’s assuming there is an ambush.”
“Always assume. Never consider a place safe.” The old man, whose name appeared to be Yindir said. “Let’s say we’re going to Morthal and leave word that we are going to stop and then use the pass that leads through Robber’s Gorge. Then we take the Dragonborn on foot and slip through Labyrinthian.”
Hadvar seemed to consider it. “It’s Evening Star. The coldest month of the year.” He chuckled. “Those elves won’t be able to make the climb. But that I don’t think you would survive the freezing winds. Even us Nords freeze in those conditions. Labyrinthian is an old place, with old memories. Infested with Ice Trolls and we’ve seen Dragons moving above it.”
“We’re scouts, not battlemages.” One of the other men in the company chuckled. “We will get you through, even if it means drawing those trolls away.” All of them looked at the mountains south and east. Thick clouds surrounded it, promising new snow and cold winds. “That outfit won’t keep you warm in that frigid cold.”
“I have a ring that provides some resistance against the cold.”
“You’ve not seen cold like Labyrinthian’s.” Yindir stated. “Your hair freezes, and then your eyelids freeze shut from blinking alone. Your tear ducts freeze on particularly cold gusts, and if there is any kind of a blizzard you’re buried alive under snow. Your family will never see your corpse. That’s what Labyrinthian is like during the coldest month of the year. It’s near as close to Atmora as you can get. Though Winterhold comes close.”
“Gods, what about Solstheim?”
“We may be Nords, but the Skaal are something else.” Yindir pointed out. “We can get you through Labyrinthian. Chewing on some troll fat will take away some of the worst of the wind’s bite, but with those clouds I don’t like our chances.”
“We could go into the Pale and risk the Stormcloaks. Go through Red Road Pass and come down into Whiterun from that road.”
“That road is watched. Heavily. There are three checkpoints there.” Yindir stated.
“What about the old Daedric shrine near Skyborn peak?” Elayne spoke up. “There is a goat trail near Stonehills that we can climb and scale the mountain. Cross it.”
“That’s not a path I know very well.” Hadvar admitted. “And even our maps have nothing there.”
“It’s the fool’s road.” One of the other men grumbled. “This time of year? It’ll be packed down with snow and we will just freeze to death once the sun goes down.”
“Stow your complaining.” Hadvar turned the reins, heading for Morthal. “I see no need to separate the escort or alert any kind of ambush of our capabilities. Now keep quiet. Morthal is a nice place. We don’t want to cause trouble or seem anything other than a regular patrol.”
No ambush awaited them on the eastern road to Morthal. But the scouts remained on edge, even as she got out of the wagon to buy potions and reagents. She wanted to be ready for what might come. Cold resistance potions, remove disease and healing potions were bought out entirely once she was done. It reduced the amount of gold she was carrying, too. She still had thousands of gold in value, but her back was not hurting as much from lugging it all around. No one stopped to sleep, instead Hadvar handing her the reins.
“Your wagon, Lady Dragonborn.” He said cheerfully. “Show us your next stop. Then we can get you to your summit.”
Elayne led the wagon and its pair of horses to the northward base of Skyborn peak. Off the road they went, until they reached the tiny crevice that she knew was Dimhollow. Signs of digging were apparent, but the cavern didn’t seem open. Or if it did, it wasn’t open enough to allow for someone to enter. “This is it.”
“We don’t have shovels, Lady Dragonborn.” Hadvar said, watching as Elayne pulled on her highest pair of heeled shoes. They went up to the thighs, and laced tight to keep the snow out. Even still, she sank up to her knees in the thick powder. She brushed some of the snow off of the entrance, seeing a thin break in the stones. Enough for her Candlelight spell to go through to the other side.
“Let’s disguise the tracks, scouts.” Yindir ordered, as they grabbed thick pine branches to go back and hide the wagon’s tracks from the road.
“We don’t need shovels.” Elayne mentioned, seeing her spell casting light upon a larger area. “We would need to dig for weeks to get this open.”
“Not enough time for your summit.” Hadvar seemed apologetic. “Maybe we can find-”
“Feim!” Elayne rarely used this shout, as she became almost ethereal, and she slipped through the gap in the stones as if she were made of wind instead of blood and bone. But it did the task, as she arrived on the other side of the rocks. Her spell illuminated an old barrow, with Nordic style doors and bones in the front chamber.
“Lady Dragonborn!” Hadvar shouted through the gap.
“I am fine, Hadvar. I’m going into the crypt to get what I need for the summit.”
“We can’t get through to you! Maybe there will be another way in! Quickly, Yinvil, start searching the crags!”
“Don’t worry, Hadvar! I’ve been through far worse crypts than this.” She said. “I’ll be back!” She didn’t know how long it would be, and didn’t promise such. But her heels clicked as she moved forwards, the old stone floors dusty and quiet. The first gate required some heavy lifting on her part, as it partially jammed. She had to crawl underneath the heavy object, her skirts almost catching on the spikes at the lowest part of the gate. A single Draugr rose from its crypt to challenge her, and she brought it down with a firebolt.
This collar of hers was preventing her from wearing armor. So even though she had a sword, she didn’t want to risk a Draugr getting close. There were very few of them, in fact she saw more skeletons in this crypt than draugr. They broke apart easily, through the use of a single spell or strike of the sword. There were plenty of chambers, all locked with old and rusty gates. It took an hour of crawling around to find the innermost chambers, at the cost of most of her magicka reserves.
There were spiders and a few more skeletons before she reached what had to be a gigantic cavern. She lit braziers and torches, and still she couldn’t see the other side. There was a lake here, with nordic ruins probably flooded throughout it. At the center of the lake seemed to be a raised platform with arches all around it. But the architectural style was different from the rest of the ruins. It was a perfect circle, hundreds of feet wide. Ten arches surrounded a single circle in the middle, with grooves in the floor following dusty and icy marks. No writing was upon it, but instead there was small stone braziers built into the floors.
Elayne hadn’t bothered opening any chests or disturbing any tombs. Though she had to admit that the families of these dead would be long gone. The Draugr didn’t even seem to have offerings by them. They weren’t buried here to be respectful. There was a bound scroll on a pedestal along one side of the room, and against her good nature she took it. It looked like a destruction spell, but not one that she had ever heard of cast before. “Firestorm.” That sounded powerful. The scroll was preserved enough to use, at least. “I don’t think I should just leave that here.”
Elayne debated if she should open one of the chests, and take from there. But that filled her with some doubts. Against her fluttering heart’s judgement, she kicked open a chest that was overlooking the large chasm. Inside were a pair of orcish gauntlets, some gold and a silver ingot. That was worth taking, a part of her mind screamed. So, she took it. All of it. “Ugh, I’m turning into the other world’s Dragonborn.”
Still, she had checked every crypt and every side room. There was still no sign of Serana. Or anything vampiric. All that was left were a rusted over gate with a table behind it and this giant raised platform. “Where would you hide a princess.” Probably in the most ostentatious place possible. A Breton would look for a tower. Remembering Lydia’s words, she started looking deeper rather than taller. “Nords like to dig deep. Where is the lowest place,” Down at the base of the circular structure was a lake, with slim chunks of ice on the edges. “I doubt my ring will keep me warm if I try diving in there.”
But the giant platform did look like it could contain an undercroft or hidden chamber. It had so many arches, it had to have a purpose. Her heels clicked as she walked across the old stone bridges onto the platform, her skirt fluttering in the wind that went through this cavern. It felt like it was exiting somewhere. The air didn’t feel quite so dead in here. Not like many Nordic ruins, where the air felt thin the deeper you went. She mused on the clean air and water in the lake below as her candlelight spells revealed some kind of pedestal at the center of it all. She hadn’t been close enough with her light spells to see this until she actually got on the platform.
It was a circular pedestal in the middle of the entire platform. It screamed trap, but also had some kind of focus on it. Almost the feeling of an Alteration effect. But the power behind it felt like something that tingled. Elayne grinned, stepping closer. Her magicka had recovered some, and she set her hand on the pedestal. Which is, of course when it decided to stab her palm with a spike!
Whatever the effect was, it was dulled by the magic resistance in her nipple rings, because those spiked in how much they were working. The spike had gone right through her armored gloves, and damaged them. It took a few healing potions to get the wound to stop bleeding and scab over. Then there was a magical puzzle to unlock something, where the heavy braziers had to be rotated around the construct to change the flow of magic. She had to work fast, too. This magical effect wasn’t going to stay long, and she didn’t fancy riding the stab your palm train to restart it. Before the glowing purple magic could fade, her heels clicked and clacked across the platform as she dashed to each part of the puzzle, putting her whole body weight into moving the ancient mechanism.
Huffing, the last part of the mechanism finally snapped into place, as the purple aura seemed to focus on the pedestal that had stabbed her. The middle of the entire platform started to rise upwards, revealing some kind of coffin. “Found you.” Elayne whispered. She reached into her bag, pulling out a few tools to prepare herself. This was a vampire, and not one that would be eager to do as she said. When the coffin fully rose, she could see a richly dressed woman inside. The magic that must have been preserving her broke, almost like the sound of glass. Or perhaps that was her earrings reminding her that something of magic from oblivion was involved. But break it did, and Serana began falling forward out of her coffin in shock and surprise. Elayne capitalized on that, shoving the Bitch Tamer towards her lips before she had even opened her eyes. Serana’s lips touched it, and she opened her eyes wide in alarm. “Diivon!” The dragon language word for swallow kicked the ebonite ballgag into gear, as the straps came alive on their own and wrapped over Serana’s head, clicking shut with a satisfying snap .
The Vampire shrieked, as her mouth was packed full of a gag perfectly sized for her teeth. But her voice was muffled, the gag doing its job as Serana thrashed back and forth. Her hands rose to try to remove it, but couldn’t find a single loose bend anywhere. Elayne stepped back, worried about what would come next. “Hi. My name is Elayne,” She started saying, before Serana’s orange eyes settled on her and the vampire leapt. She looked furious.
Her fingernails tore her dress’ shoulder strap, letting it fall and reveal her expensive breastband. Serana cast magic, a frostbolt just bouncing off of Elayne’s innate magic resistance and making the Vampire have to evaluate a better strategy. “Only a Dragonborn can take that off of you now!” Elayne explained. “Stop for a second!” The vampire glared, preparing some kind of attack. “It’s about Harkon!”
That made Serana stop. Not enough to really be comfortable, but enough for her to stop. “I know who you are, and I came to find you. My name is Elayne of Wayrest. I am a Dragonborn hero, and I am trying to stop Alduin the world-eater from ending everything. Your father has two elder scrolls and he only needs two things to complete his prophecy right now. A daughter of Coldharbour and that scroll on your back. His vampires are hunting me, and he wants to fulfill the prophecy.”
Serana brought her hands down. She still looked pissed. But she didn’t have her hands ready to cast spells anymore. “I need you to listen to me. It’s been a really long time since you were put in here. The world is different, and you’ll need to be ready for that.” The vampire quirked an eyebrow, and seemed happy to listen. Until the gag started doing its job too effectively and Serana’s saliva had gathered enough. Elayne winced as Serana drooled onto her own cleavage, and the vampire’s eyes flashed angrily towards Elayne. She pointed a very castigating finger towards the Bitch Tamer. “No, I’m not taking that off yet. I need to-” The fight was back on, apparently. Serana tossed a spell at a fallen Draugr and summoned an Ice Atronach, both rising as she drew her elven dagger.
Elayne bolted, heels clicking as she ran back the way she had cleared already. Not to run away completely, but she needed a way of keeping the amount of things facing her limited to one direction. At the top of one of the short stairways, she turned to face the trio. The angry vampire was content to let the ice atronach lead, and Elayne summoned a simple familiar to fight in front of her while she tried to think of a good way of stopping Serana. She could perform necromancy, throw some nasty destruction spells and summon atronachs. So, a regular prodigy. Or maybe immortal vampires just had the time to learn magic to this degree?
Her hands brushed the firestorm scroll she had found earlier. That might do it. While her familiar held back the atronach, Elayne read the scroll. It took a longer time than normal, but her familiar held long enough for Elayne to only be gouged by the ice atronach once before the spell was fully prepared. This was by far the most complicated spell Elayne had ever attempted. Grimacing at the long cut on her shoulder from the atronach, she threw the spell right at Serana’s feet. She was ten feet away, so it should be safe enough.
Firestorm was a magnificent spell. It’s detonation completely destroyed the atronach, the draugr, and the front of Elayne’s dress caught fire. Serana was thrown into a pillar, her own armor heavily burned and damaged. In just her smalls, Elayne ran down to where the Vampire had fallen. She was groaning, slumped at the bottom of one of the pillars that supported the ruin. Blood was coming off of her forehead, and she looked like she had taken the worst of it. Vampires did not like fire spells, Elayne reasoned. Taking some of her remaining magicka, she prepared a firebolt spell. “Do you want another one of those?”
Serana opened one eye that wasn’t bruised. She seemed surprised. She shook her head in response to Elayne, seeing the spell prepared in Elayne’s other hand. Elayne kept it prepared. “Get up, Serana. Yes, I know your name. I know you’re a vampire princess. But we have to go somewhere inconspicuous. I’ve prepared some clothes for you, and some books to help you get caught up on history. So, please strip down.”
Serana was very suspicious of that request, but the hanging threat of fire spell made her acquiesce. Her hair only tickled her shoulders, unlike the other world where it was past her ass. And a fine ass it was, Elayne had to admit as the vampire’s armor hit the ground. She was just as curvy as the other world’s Serana, though it seemed more innocent. The lack of piercings helped instill that image. “All of it.” Elayne warned, seeing smallclothes branded with the Volkihar clan symbols upon her. Begrudgingly, Serana removed those too, until Elayne was confronted with completely naked vampire. The Elder Scroll was on the ground behind her. Elayne drew out the leotard with its ebonite and dragonbone. Thoughtfully, she added some troll fat to the built in sex toy, as she was fairly sure Serana wasn’t feeling excited right now.
“I’ll ungag your mouth if you get dressed. I am not here to kill you. I’m trying to stop Harkon, actually.” She promised. “So, get these on first. Then I’ll bring out the rest to you.”
Serana had some decency about herself, shaking her head as more saliva hung from the bitch tamer and periodically dripped onto the floor. The vampire actually blushed about the built in sex toy, glancing at the still armed spell in Elayne’s hand. Gulping, Serana drew the leotard up her body, the sleeves running up her arms until it almost drew the collar around her neck. Serana sucked in breath, pulling the toy all the way within her body as the leotard’s slim straps pulled tight over her hips. She shuddered, gasping even after the leotard was fitted with its dragonbone clasps to hold her decency and cleavage together. Blushing, she reached out for the thigh high boots next.
She sat on the railing to pull them on, under Elayne’s watchful eye. The stilt like heels slid up her long legs, until the top of each boot rested on her well muscled thighs. Serana then seemed to be eager to get more layers of clothing, but Elayne just looked at her. “Diil. Aam.” The words for Undead and Serve rolled off her tongue, and Serana’ reaction was immediate. The boots snapped tight upon her legs, a small chain forming between each and attaching to prevent her sprinting. The leotard’s faux dragonbone spine started fixing itself into a straight backed posture, throwing Serana’s shoulders back. She shrieked, the scream muffled by the gag as the collar snapped tight around her neck. With her back so straight, her large breasts were forced outwards, confirming to Elayne that she was just as curvy in her own world as the other. Serana started to reach back for her neck, but the bands on her arms drew together. Even her vampiric strength seemed to not be enough, Serana screeching as her arms were forced behind her back, latching together at the biceps, elbows, and wrists.
The Vampire screeched as her skin glowed, and for a moment it looked like she was going to turn into the same vampiric form she had seen Fura Bloodmouth use. The Dragonbone and ebonite contained it, the transformation falling apart after a moment when the leotard prevented her from shifting. Which left Serana leaning against the dusty stone railing gasping for breath and locked into an outfit designed by the Other Dragonborn. “Now you have a collar on too. I’ve got one!” Elayne pointed at her own neck. “But it means you belong to me. Just like I,” She realized the irony. “Belong to the owner of this collar.” Thankfully Tiber Septim was dead. It would be awkward for Elayne to be owned by anyone.
Serana’s eyes were full of vitriol and anger at that pronouncement. She even stamped her foot, straining her body as she tried to bend. But the leotard’s faux spine was keeping her back straight, and the mixture of fabric and clasps jiggled as she tried to escape. “You just hang on. I think I’ve got what we need right here.” Digging into her bag, Elayne found something she had saved for Eola. A leash, made from ebonite and tough. Holding it up, she grinned towards Serana. Who to her credit was flushed, mewling as she tried to stop drooling on her own cleavage. The vampire wasn’t used to the heels on her feet, and Elayne snapped the leash onto her collar without issue. “Okay. I’m sorry we have to meet and get to know each other under these circumstances, but I talked to your kind of future self about you.”
Serana blinked at that. Spittle dropped onto her boobs, and she blushed at the feeling. Emboldened, Elayne began leading Serana back towards the cave entrance. “Your future self said that after being free, your first move would be to go back home and visit your ancestral family fortress of daedra, death and undeath.” Serana almost tripped on her first steps, the shoes clacking with abandon. Elayne figured she wasn’t used to heels. “So I don’t want Harkon to have your Elder Scroll.” Elayne picked it up, and didn’t see an easy way to let Serana carry it. It was nearly the weight of heavy armor, and Elayne groaned. That was putting her near the edge of her comfort zone for weight. “Oof! I don’t think I can carry much more.”
Serana made a noise, looking over at her discarded armor and smallclothes. Elayne nodded. “You’re right, we can use that to prove I found you.” Into Serana’s bag they went, and the bag was carefully tied over Serana’s bound shoulders. Her elven dagger looked enchanted, so she kept that in the bag too. “You must have gotten that dagger before the secret of elven craftsmanship was shared with the rest of the world. Malachite and quicksilver, by the way. That’s what goes into these.” Elayne babbled to keep whatever awkwardness she felt down, as Serana slowly figured out her new shoes and they made their way back to the entrance. “Though I don’t know how long you’ve been down here, you might need updates on things like the Dunmer and the Dwemer. Did you ever meet a Dwemer?”
Serana politely shook her head. “Okay, that rules out the First Era. I think. Still, that means you might have been around at the time of Alessia?” Serana again shook her head. “Maybe a Nordic Empire?” That got a nod. Serana almost tripped on some piles of bones, drool consistently hitting her cleavage. “Hang on, I think I see something.” There was another source of light ahead, besides her own candlelight. “This might not be good.”
It was a lit torch, shoved through the crack in the stones. A stone with a note wrapped around it was nearby. Most concerningly, the entrance had been covered by snow. Bending over, she grabbed the note. She held it up where she and Serana could both read it. “Thalmor vampires hunting us. Find other way. Good Luck.” She read aloud. “How did you come in?”
Serana blinked. And then shuddered as another drop of drool hit her breasts. But she turned her head to point back the other way. “Okay. Let’s try your way.”
The other way out led through a throne room with more skeletons, a draugr deathlord, and a wall with a new dragonshout. Most importantly, there was an exit onto the south side of the mountains. Serana had to watch impassively as she fought the skeletons and draugr, her heels clicking as she took cover behind a pillar. “Come on, Serana. We’ve got less than a week before we have to be at a summit that brings all of the great powers together to fight your father. Potema tried,” Serana displayed no recognition of that name. “You know, I’ve got a complete set of the annotated history of the Empire that you can read all about that. Your future self said that you would need a bit to learn all about that. She said more than a few things. Maybe I’ll introduce you, if we ever go to the other world.”
Serana’s head tilted, her shoes not very confident in the snow. But Elayne tried to set a good example with how she handled her own heels in the snow. Serana didn’t even shiver when they got outside. She simply stared at the sun, and the thick clouds that were dropping a light dusting of snow. Whatever nice moment she was trying to enjoy was ruined by more drool hitting her boobs, and making her cry something of a complaint. “I’ll take that off when we are in Whiterun. I’ve got a house there, and lots of friends, and I can explain how you’re going to help us stop Harkon from destroying the world.”
Serana seemed less than thrilled. So Elayne leaned over and grabbed both sides of the leotard and dragged the fabric and ebonite upwards. Her squeal made Elayne feel a spark of something. Biting her lip, she gave the completely on display ass a slap. “Come on, Serana. Don’t be a prude. You’re part of a whole new world. You get to save it!” The vampire looked like she wanted to break Elayne’s wrist.
In the far distance to the south, she could see Whiterun. And now she had her vampire princess! Things were looking up! Her hand stung a bit from slapping Serana, but the cold wind was keeping it under control. Though it felt like it was tingling. “I guess we should find a robe to cover you in before we get to the city. I don’t own one that covers anything.” By Endarie’s demand, of course. Together, they started down the mountains towards Whiterun. Hopefully Hadvar and the other scouts would be alright. The idea of fighting vampiric Thalmor had her concerned.
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