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Skyrim: Plaything	By : GE_The_Beast Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21445 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elayne couldn’t choose. She was a hero! She wasn’t someone that left a trail of destruction behind her! “Serana, no!” She let out, both of the vampires staring at her with bewilderment. “How does that let you get revenge? How does that mean you win after all that Shashev has done to you and your family?”
The older vampire’s eyes widened. “But with this, I end the tyranny of the sun! I end his precious world’s connection to Magnus! Nothing is a better revenge in my mind than that!”
“You’re wrong.” Elayne insisted. “If you truly wanted to have your revenge, you would do more than just affect whatever sacrifice you have planned. You would find a way to pass on every secret that could hurt him. Every single way he can be injured most. That would be the revenge you should be visiting upon him. You find someone that can enact changes from that, and entrust them with it!”
“You’re saying you would be that person?” The older vampire tilted her head. “But you’re wearing a collar. You’re a slave like every other woman who has ever challenged him. In this world you’re just as broken as I am.” The vampire whimpered. “I can’t trust you to do that if you’ve already lost to him.”
“I don’t have to prove anything to you, Serana. But you already have something to trust in me if you want me to sacrifice my friend and you take her place.” Elayne pointed out, watching as the vampire stared down at her claw like fingertips. “You can perform this sacrifice anywhere?”
“I have all of the ingredients. So, Yes.” She replied resolutely. “Why?”
“Then you aren’t performing your sacrifice today. No, you need to show me the best way for my own advantages. You know things that I can use against Shashev, Alduin, and Harkon. If you want to just die and deny me that, I will refuse to carry out whatever last wish you had planned.”
Her orange eyes looked pained at that. “But you will if I show you what you want?”
“I promise to fulfill your last wishes in this world if you give me what I need.” Elayne said, feeling something akin to a chill running over her bare legs. “And what I need is to know where Harkon keeps his elder scrolls. How he commands his army, and that weather device he has. That’s just for Harkon.” Elayne stared intently at the kneeling vampire. “I want you to tell me what would hurt Shashev most. What can I do to hurt that man for when he tries to come after me. I no longer care to know how he defeated Alduin. What I need to know is where he keeps the artifacts I would need in order to do the job myself. Tell me what would hurt him most! I can step between worlds and take from him what I need to get the job done, but I know it would give you comfort to know that I was doing so in a way that caused him the most harm!”
The twin vampires glanced first at one another when she was talking about Harkon, before looking back to her as she made her point. “My mind isn’t the same anymore.” The older Serana admitted. “Just thinking about him fills me with such complex doubts, that I can’t think about him directly.”
“Where does he keep his artifacts!” Elayne demanded. “Tell me, Serana!”
“Riften.” She mumbled. “He keeps it all in Riften. Besides the ones he uses himself.”
“I assume it’s in the house of Vekel the Man?”
“He threatened to remake my crypt. Entomb me in his vault with all of the other items he had collected. As a permanent sign of his accomplishments.” Both of the vampires shuddered. “I’ve never been inside.”
“Then let’s focus on Harkon.” She admitted, not wanting to cause Serana more trauma. “The weather device.”
“It’s an Ayleid construction we stole and made the vampires from those early elves reconstruct. But they didn’t survive long once we knew how to operate it.” Serana whispered. “I remember that much. You have to control the flow of magicka from the ayleid stones in such a way that the color of the main stone changes. I would need to be there to show you.”
“Just tell me how to disable it.”
“Oh! You just need to take the Varla stone from their positions. There are three. If they are taken, the power is gone. Though there is a Great Welkynd stone in there, it’s locked in a cage to prevent any mages touching it. And the only one who knows it is there is myself and my family.” Serana said, considering. “So if you take those three stones, the device cannot function. Though knowing Harkon, he might have spare Varla stones just in case.” The vampire articulated the taking of the crystals with those tipped fingers of hers.
“Shashev took that, I presume?”
“It held value.” She shrugged. “So he probably has all of those things.”
“Is anyone still living at Volkihar Castle?”
“Not after Shashev assaulted it. Only the dead are there.”
“Good. Then you’re taking me to it. And then you’ll show me the exact location he stores his elder scrolls, and I am going to step back into my world and take it from him.” Elayne clenched her fist in front of them both. “They killed Lydia over this, in my opinion.” Even if it had been her hand that ended her life. “In my eyes Harkon is simply eager to see the world burn. I can’t let that happen.”
“That’s too dangerous!”
“No, it’s not.” Elayne smiled. “He can’t stay watching them forever.” Elayne pointed out. “I mean, he is a lord. He can’t just brood in his room all day.”
“He once got into an argument with mother and didn’t come out of his room for three weeks.” The younger Serana spoke up. “He’s capricious and unpredictable. And neither of us know him after our imprisonment.”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Elayne smirked. This is the kind of thing Captured Dreams was meant for. The Daedra didn’t want the world to end, either. “Now, let’s go through the Reach. Without any of the Forsworn, all of their paths are likely to be untouched. You’re taking us to Volkihar Castle, and there you’ll show me everything I want to know. Then, and only then I’ll fulfill your last wish. I won’t stop you from making that choice, Serana. But I will not let your death be meaningless.”
The older vampire seemed troubled. “Why do you care so much!”
“Because if I don’t care about people when no one else does, what kind of hero does that make me?! I can’t become like Shashev! No matter what happens, I will honor those who lived a life here! If I kill anyone, I will leave enough gold for their burial rites. If I can, I’ll bring peace of mind to people! So what if I worship the Daedra and the Aedra? I still have respect for people!” She planted her hands on her own shapely hips. “Even you, Serana.”
“I don’t know if I would call this respect.” The younger Serana murmured, scraping her heels on the stone floor. “I don’t like wearing this.”
“I would kill you to wear it again.” The older one said, eyes staring with open jealousy.
“If you want it so bad I’ll just give it to you!”
“Hah! You don’t get that choice.” The older whispered. “But if Shashev thinks that a version of me is wearing this once again, he will try to track us down.”
“Both of you stop. Serana, I’m not taking that off of you. We’re friends of a sort, but I don’t trust you completely yet. Let’s clean up your ritual circle, and go. Show me the way to Castle Volkihar.”
It took them days. Days of going through the back country goat paths and through long abandoned Forsworn camps. They ran into bandits once, living in one of the Redoubts. Serana and her ‘twin’ consumed their blood, and then they moved on. Through the Reach and then into the foothills of the mountains that stood between Solitude and Northpoint, in High Rock. Hardly anyone lived here, in this place. The most inhabited area they passed was an old fort, staffed with Thalmor. They could hear screams from the back of it, as they moved past to a small jetty and an even smaller boat. Elayne got her first taste of the vampire fortress. Two large towers framed a gigantic keep. One had collapsed completely, crushing half the island. Old foundations and signs of construction showed that at one time a town had been around this place, but the empty areas belied what had happened to the place. She shivered, and not just from the cold. “I feel like there are ghosts out there.”
“There are plenty of reasons for them to remain.” The older Serana stated, keeping her eyes out. The gigantic approach to the keep had been hammered. Shattered stone statues and empty plinths for them lined the entrance,whose doors looked punched in with a battering ram. Every layer of defense had been pushed through with purpose. The main hall had been burned so badly that it was hard to tell what kind of furniture lied within at one point. But already she could see things that frightened her. Chains and bondage harnesses lined one wall, the rusted remains of what must have been more at one time. Or perhaps it was blood that stained them. No furniture had survived, and all of the wall sconces had been torn out. Only her candlelight spells were giving her any form of light in here, as windows seemed unnecessary.
“This is creepy.” She whispered. “And it’s frigid in here!”
“Even when we were alive, this place was never warm. Our ancestors inhabited this island after leaving Atmora. Guarded against incursions from the Altmer of High Rock. Clan Direnni. We were some of the best mages that existed for the Nords and Atmorans at the time, and so naturally we set aside the best land to fight the Altmer. But naturally, the best way of fighting those with better armor and weapons is to even the odds with numbers. Necromancy became our most treasured art.”
“You have skulls everywhere.” She murmured, stepping into what was once a library. Now the shelves lied empty. Not a single candlestick remained. “Shashev stripped this place of value, like he did dwemer ruins. I don’t think I saw a single wall left unharmed.”
“It is true that the man will pay for any dwemer metals and ores that he can get. Though I always heard of him hoarding it somewhere. I don’t know where exactly. He always discussed that with his concubine Brelyna.”
“Is he married?”
“That man will never accept a wife. Only a harem of chained and enslaved women that have bloodlines that interest him.” The older vampire stated, moving amongst the rubble. “Other than torture devices and cursed objects, there is nothing left of this place. It’s knowledge and value down to the wooden plate has been stripped. The forge has even been stripped away, so no one can create weapons here. Everything is gone.” The woman said bitterly.
“What about my,” The younger Serana considered. “Our room.” She corrected.
“Come, I’ll show you.” The older whispered, as if speaking too loud in this place would bring misfortune. This left Elayne alone in the library, examining the empty bookshelves and places of knowledge. Bending over, she dug through one of the piles of debris for anything of value. Anything! Anything she could use in this place!
“I can feel the oppressiveness here.” She muttered, only finding an old quill in the pile. “But there has to be something I can use! He’s not perfect. I’ve proven that, when I found the bitch tamer!” But even as she searched, the place yielded nothing to her. Besides the menace of it all, she couldn’t figure out what this all belonged to. The forge was empty, but the basement seemed more interesting. The walls weren’t as stripped of value, and it looked like she had passed a room dedicated to some kind of heavy boxes at one point. There were imprints in the stone from some kind of wooden boxes.
The lowest part of the castle looked untouched even by the invasion. Cells lined the hallway, and manacles set into the wall every few feet told a bloody story. Her candlelight spell finally came upon something. Her heels kicked over a small pile of debris, and she saw a small glittering object in the pile. “Hey!” She grinned, picking up the small ring. It had a large red gem set into it, and looked at least valuable. She went to place it inside of her bag, when the object pricked her finger. “Ouch!” She hissed, looking at her hand. The wound was fine, but she could feel some kind of magic effect striking her. And why was that ring on her finger! The world around her grew dark, as if some kind of magic itself was reducing her sight. Her hands grew out of her sight, and soon she was in such darkness that her candlelight spells meant nothing.
Feeling along the walls, Elayne tried to find her way out of this dungeon. Two old skeletons were knocked over from where they had been shackled “Serana?” She called loudly. That ring wasn’t coming off! It was stuck! Her heels were the only noises in this dungeon, so far as she could hear. At least until she felt cold metal snap onto one wrist. “Serana!” She called louder, feeling some kind of manacle locked around one wrist. “Oh shite!” She drew her dagger, and started carving at the metal. She could feel the manacle starting to come loose! “That’s right, I can get out of-” On her backdraw, she must have gone too far. The snap of a matching manacle came upon her other wrist, and she dangled helplessly from the rack. “No!” She whimpered. “Damn it!” She pulled with both wrists, the old metal biting into her skin, but the metal holding firm. She held the pull, throwing her whole body weight into it.
The vampires that designed this place must not have all left, because she felt something touching her ankles. She shrieked again, the hands extremely cold. Not quite magickally frigid, but it was close! “Hey!” She squeaked, trying to get her foot away from the frigid hand. But it gripped her skin like a limpet, and she could feel it draining something from her. “Magic!” She squirmed, but with every motion her body was feeling more and more exhausted! All the while, she could feel her shoes being undone, and the hands let go of her for a moment. Her feet were free to touch the cold ground of the dungeon, but she wasn’t done with her suffering. They ached terribly to be placed on the floor, the flat stance of her feet something she wasn’t accustomed to.
The hands moved up her legs, causing shivers of all kinds as they passed her knees. Her thighs squirmed, but as the hands passed her muscles went slack, all strength drained from them. The spectral hands reached up with no difficulty and grabbed her smalls, dragging them down her slack legs. Elayne tried to clench her thighs together, but it just drained all the strength from her legs before dragging her silken smalls to the floor. Elayne whimpered, still not able to see anything because of the cursed ring. What kind of force could do this?
Another set of frigid hands were moving down her arms, draining them of the same strength her legs lost. Until they reached her shoulders, Elayne could try to push against the manacles. Now, she was completely ineffectual. “Please stop!” She said, willing her muscles to recover. The hands ran around her neck a few times, as if searching for something. All the while she was feeling more and more fatigued with every single touch. Now the hands were unbuttoning her dress! Elayne fought and pressed her ass into the cold stone wall, keeping the dress from falling to the floor.
There were two pairs of hands now, and she felt more than heard her breastband get pulled off. “That’s silk! You bastards!” The hands squeezed her navel, and the flush of cold and fatigue rushed through her hips. She was dragged from the wall, and too late shrieked as her dress finally hit the floor. Now she was utterly naked and chained to the wall. Any more screaming she wanted to accomplish was stopped by silk being shoved into her mouth. Hands roved all over her skin, now. Going up and down, they were following the contours of her body. She whimpered, the most she could do was just to stay standing.
Then, one of her legs was lifted off of the ground, letting her entire body weight depend on her right foot. This damned blindness! What she wouldn't give to know who was doing this to her! It couldn’t be Serana, both of them were upstairs! And besides, one had hands that were stuck behind her, and the other had claw like fingernails. None of these hands felt like that! They hadn’t seen anything alive in here at all! Any further train of thought was ruined as her right leg was grabbed and lifted into the air to join her left, both ankles now at the level of her neck. Her entire existence was boiling down to the pain of her wrists. Screeching, she only noticed too late her lower lips touching something, as the hands holding her up let her slide downwards.
It was like the Stick, but worse. Maybe there were two of them. The weight of the world dragged her body down onto what had to be a cock. The shape felt too familiar! She squealed, hips rolling side to side as she finally came to a stop, so full she felt distinctly uncomfortable. Inch after inch she slid down, her body gleefully looking for anything to hold it up. The pain upon her wrists subsided, her body now entirely supported by whoever she was fucking. She stretched, her legs held tightly in place. Every nerve of her body was overwritten by the screaming feeling of being utterly impaled upon someone. Something!
It got worse as the twin objects began to move back and forth, one moving while the other held her captive. It would have been exquisite had she actually asked for this, but the longer she sat there, the less she cared. It felt amazing, as her limbs were already weak and fatigued. The only touch that mattered was that double movement down below, and if she rolled her hips with the motions, it took all of the pain off of her wrists. So that was her entire existence. Either fight the feelings and suffer pain, or roll with it all, and ride it out. Closing her eyes changed nothing about what she could see. This blindness! And whoever was working her over neither spoke or made noise.
“Mmgn!” One of the cocks was releasing, and then the other! It must have been minutes of this treatment, as she could feel something viscous filling her. Overfilling, really. With every pistoning motion some of the material was spilling onto the floor, louder than anything else to her ears. Hammering her body into total submission, as she felt something satisfying through the fatigue. One by one her legs were released, and set back onto the floor. Still blind and still feeling something coming out of her, she felt something press against her cheek. It couldn’t be another one! A blowjob with her wrists at this angle would hurt!
“Thank you.” She felt what must have been her captor whisper into her ear. “Meridia shines in you.” The pressure lifted, and she was left standing there. In fact, the room felt even more empty than before, as if whatever she had just been fucking had left. But she hadn’t heard footsteps. None at all! Mouth still stuffed with her smalls, she felt exhausted. Too exhausted to even push the fabric out with her tongue.
Letting her head hang, the discomfort of her situation began to set in. Her muscles were completely drained of their strength. Her wrists ached until her arms went numb, and her feet started to burn horribly. Being flat upon the ground was hurting something fierce! But finally she heard something welcome.
“Elayne! I found her!” It was Serana! Which of the twins, she didn’t know. The ring was keeping her blind. “She’s in the thrall cage!”
Elayne gave a whimper, as she felt someone nudge her shoulder with their skin. She could feel ebonite and dragonbone along the touched skin. Lifting her head, she felt lips upon her own. It was hesitant at first. Almost like it wasn’t real. Serana had very nice lips, she decided. The vampire’s tongue darted out, grabbing the silk from Elayne’s mouth and dragging it out piece by piece. For the first few moments she felt afraid of her teeth being so close, but the eager tongue dissuaded her of that worry. Plump lips met her own time and again, each time drawing silk from her gagged mouth and out. Though she might have been more into the kissing over the course of the moment, Serana managed to clear her mouth’s obstruction. For a moment she thought she could see through whatever spell was making her blind. Or at least, she would like to imagine she saw those twin orange eyes staring at her from up close.
“Q-quick.” She must have been saying to her older counterpart. “Release her!”
“I need to get heels back on her feet first! And look at that pile!”
“PIle of what?” Elayne asked hoarsely.
“Ectoplasm! This stuff doesn’t grow on trees! It’s a rare ingredient in Skyrim! There aren’t many ghosts in the area.” Serana said happily. “You got ghost-fucked!”
Ghosts?! Ghosts! She got fucked by ghosts? Elayne was just in shock, as first one heel was lifted into a shoe and then the other. It brought comfort unimaginable as she set her arched feet back onto the floor. “I guess they paid you for their time, then?”
“I am not a prostitute for ghosts!” She wailed.
“I could leave you in that trap and see if more come?”
“Serana, let me go! I’ve got a ring that’s cursed me too!”
“Hang on, I’ve got you.” The only Serana with hands free unlatched the manacles, freeing Elayne. Her arms had been up there so long that there were raw rashes and bruising, and the blood was taking a long time to flow back into her limbs. Shaking, she could barely stand up. “We found a bed upstairs, left behind. Let’s get her up there, and then we can remove that ring.”
Naked but for her high heels, she could hear but not see where they were going. She was cold, this place not having an ounce of human warmth. Or it wasn’t designed to have such. She barely felt the shock of a magic trap as she was laid down on the bed, but she could hear Serana saying something. “How was I supposed to know it only worked on the living?!” It was all enough to knock her into a nap, her eyes fluttering shut.
When she woke up, it was to a very comfortable feeling. She was warm, even though she was still nude. More importantly, she could see! The magical curse was gone! Of course, she was staring right into the valley of cleavage that belonged to Serana. There was a drool mark on her breast, and Elayne flushed as she realized she was the source. Her muscles had strength again! Sitting up, the gems attached to her swung and the chain jingled merrily, Talos’ coin moving along the glittering length.
“Serana?” On both sides of her, the vampires angled themselves to kneel or sit up. The older vampire had the Bitch Tamer in her mouth, but quickly removed it, flushed and looking red faced.
“Sorry.” She whispered, handing it back. “This dwarven oil outfit won’t let me cum. It’s been weeks and I can’t,” She squirmed, the outfit rubbing as it gave off interesting sounds. “I needed something to help.”
The younger Serana cleared her throat, noticeably avoiding making eye contact with the large gag. “Thanks to your work, you did manage to find something of value here. There was enough Ectoplasm to handle at least seven potions.”
Elayne looked at her wrists, still bruised from the shackles. “So I’m a ghost whisperer now?”
“More like ghost prostitute. But we have rebuilt the ritual circle. I can perform the sacrifice now.” The older vampire looked across the bed towards the bound younger one. “Though knowing me, I could use relief.”
“Don’t presume so much!” Orange eyes flashed. “Mother could still be alive in the other world. I can’t slake my lusts when I don’t know what has happened to her!”
“Where is your mother in this world?” Elayne interrupted, not wanting to be in a shouting match.
“Buried in the Soul Cairn. I don’t think you care to lose your soul exploring the place.”
“Uh, no, not really.”
“A shame. It was quite beautiful, in a way.” The older Serana whispered. “Now, I will have my vengeance. I have waited long enough. This world has taken everything I ever wanted, and all of that suffering will be revisited upon them! Molag Bal demands it! And you use his skin to move between worlds! He demands this of you, that this world be revisited with his fury!”
“Fine.” Elayne wasn’t going to fight this. If a Daedric Prince was going to be that rude, she had little choice in the matter. “I’ll help you.”
“More than help, you must use the bow! Shoot it into the sun for me! I have prepared a special arrow, just for this.” Serana looked resigned, if anything. “Three, actually. Just in case you miss. Pieces of coldharbour that we took when we were taken there. Don’t waste them. You’re shooting literal shards of Coldharbour.”
“Right.” She nodded. “Before I help you, show me the exact location where the Elder Scrolls would be. Where I will be able to find what I need. I’m going into the other world to steal that and take the Varla Stones.”
Serana nodded. “Get dressed. Or don’t. It doesn’t matter to me.”
“I’ll be naked for using the book. That will be critical. Otherwise I’ll have to waste time,” She looked at the bemused look on Serana’s face and just stopped talking. It was embarrassing admitting what the book made her do for its whims. “Show me!” She hissed.
They went to the rooms of their father. Lord Harkon. They were brutal. Though all wealth had been removed from it, the menace from it all was strong. Her earrings rattled quietly, proving that this place had been too close to Oblivion on more than one occasion. Old cages were suspended from the ceiling, and rusting manacles and chains seemed to move on their own, eager to capture her just for being there. “This is his room. In the back is a stairwell leading to the tower, and I’ll show you where to go.” The very back of the room had slim stairs leading to an area that had been stripped of all value. Serana showed her where the varla stones would be, as well as the spot her father kept his chest of valuables. “Let’s go before you get assaulted by the ghosts again.”
“Ha. Ha.” Elayne mock laughed. “Very funny.”
Soon enough, Serana forced the sacrifice. It was in the remains of what had to be a cathedral once. But the piles of human skeletons were clear signs of the use of this place. The ritual was nothing vocal or special. It was horrible to watch, as the older Serana sacrificed herself. Mehrunes Razor was reforged as part of the sacrifice, even as the vampiress started turning into a fountain of glowing red particles. Bright red and pink ash fell to the floor, staining the glowing white elven bow that sat there. The weapon slowly turned a blackened red. From its tip to the handle, it changed. The style remained the same, but the last piece of Serana that fell from her was her hair. The long mane twisted, wrapping around the bowstring and tainting that too. The skulls, the ash and the arcane symbology was captured in the act, searing the stone floors and filling the chamber with Molag Bal’s horrific laughter. Elayne wasn’t sure, but this might have brought the woman peace. Peace of some sort.
“Don’t use it yet.” The only Serana left begged. “Please don’t use that bow yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because the moment you do, people will be hunting you. Forces like the Psijics and aedra will be looking for you.”
“After I steal back my elder scroll then.” She murmured. “We can head back to the mainland and fire the bow once we get near Solitude.”
“Why near Solitude?”
“Because once we go back, I’ll need horses and a way to get past whatever forces Harkon has released.”
“Why don’t we just go all the way back to Whiterun? If we can.”
“I don’t expect to make it far with you and your short stride.” Elayne mocked slightly, picking up the tainted bow and its three arrows. They felt powerful. Powerful enough that it might kill Alduin, maybe! It was an Aedric weapon. A tainted Aedric Weapon. Not to mention she now had the artifact of Mehrunes Dagon mostly restored. “We shall see.”
She left her bag here in the bedroom. Naked but for a pair of heels, she stepped inside the chamber of Harkon Volkihar. Past the hanging cages and hungering chains. She gave the manacles a wide berth. But in the very back of the chamber, she stopped. The tower above seemed empty for now, but she knew it would be something more once she activated the book. The glowing rune seemed to mock her. “Alright Molag Bal. Prince of Schemes. I’m going to use what you’ve given me and I will stop the demi-aedra.”
As if talking to the book would help. Serana was in the bedroom with all of their things. Elayne was just going to take a few minutes and go get what she rightly deserved. They had tried to calculate the time of day when Harkon would be out of his chambers. It all came down to risk. At all costs they didn’t want to bring the newly corrupted bow into his hands, so she was going with hardly a dagger on her. Carefully, she pressed the small glowing rune. “Let’s see your damn price.”
The area around her glowed, and her earrings rattled as she was moved to the other world. Her home part of Oblivion, she surmised. It had changed so much that she couldn’t clearly see where the lines were anymore. But the tower around her was different. It looked like a shrine, one of the elven ones in the old Direnni lands. Crystals hung from sconces, and the interior of the tower was filled with floating motes of magic. Three gigantic stones hung in plinths alongside the base, and immediately she knew they were Varla stones. The device looked to be working already, so Elayne didn’t want to disrupt it. Not until it was too late. She shivered, the castle no warmer here than it was in the other world.
She took her first step forward, ready to get a move on. Of course, that’s when she found the new price of using Captured Dreams. Her stride stopped, just a few inches after her foot had left the ground. She squealed, catching herself on a wall. Between her thigh bands was now a heavy chain, connecting both of the bands about her thighs and only giving her enough length to walk. With this, she couldn’t run at all. A new shiver ran up and down her body at that thought. Her gems swung, and her body prickled as she leaned around the corner to look into the main chamber. It was empty, besides the riches everywhere. Ornate weapons, including some kind of Akaviri sword were along a weapon rack. Glass cases contained jewels so large that they most likely were unique pieces or forgotten to the ages were here as well.
All of which seemed locked with arcane hinged locks. The sword was free to grab, though! It and its ornate sheath were coming with her. The Elder Scrolls almost blended into the area, hanging in a sconce above a heavy coffin. It looked high enough up the wall that no one would be able to reach it. With this tether on her legs, there was no way she was climbing up there. So, she used her tried and trusted favorite spell. Telekinesis. That was when she discovered the heavy chains binding the Elder Scrolls. That was going to take a bit more to deal with. Or rather, careful maneuvering. The chains were connected to a single metal spoke. The heavy scroll cases rattled as they fell down, smacking the wall below them heavily.
“Conjuration!” She chuckled, summoning an atronach. A fire atronach. “Go up that wall and free those chains!” She ordered, the fire-bodied maiden moving up to do so. It climbed, sensuous and lewdly enough that Elayne didn’t look back up at it until the scrolls with their chains were lowered to the ground. There was noise from outside the door now, so she quickly fast walked her way back into the tower stairs, grabbing both elder scrolls. These were damn heavy! Carrying two was back-breaking!
Retreating back to the tower, she heard the stomping of boots as someone entered the room. “I smell you.” The voice was masculine, and boded horrific punishment. “I smell you, thief. There is but one way out of here. Surrender now, and I won’t murder everyone you’ve ever known.” Well, that was already a given. This must be Harkon! “Once I find out who you-” He stopped speaking, his boots coming to a stop. “My Scrolls!” There was a rush of frigid magic, as icicles formed between her hands and the scrolls. Her organs were slowed, and her legs felt encrusted with enough ice that her body burned. It was like hypothermia, but flaring and instant. Her heels clicked, her short stride not enough to reach all of the Varla stones. So she took one, using Captured Dreams the moment it was in her hand.
“Devastation’s Enigma,” She read out the swirling runes, the book starting to glow. She looked up, seeing what had to be Lord Harkon Volkihar. He was wearing enchanted armor, infused with the bones of his kills and with the skulls of small children as his boot’s kneecaps. He looked furious, with a well groomed appearance for a Nord. A sword was in one hand, the other holding magic she couldn’t identify. But it swirled with power and potency.
“Blue! Blue hair?!” He growled. “Lady Dragonborn!” It sounded like a curse upon his tongue. “I will end you!”
“Folly of the Ehlnofey!” She read, just as Harkon threw a spell. Darkness was swirling around her, even as the spell tore into her side. Freezing bitter cold struck her, and by the time Captured Dreams had taken her into the other world, she couldn’t feel half of her body. It was just numb. Her hair was frozen to her skin in thick ropes, and it felt like a layer of ice had pierced down into her belly.
She barely made it to the other room, and she looked down upon her bag, with all three elder scrolls lined up next to it. Shivering, she felt Serana hug her for warmth. “You did it.” She whispered. “Did you see my mother?”
“N-no.” Elayne sniffled, the pain of Harkon’s attack so potent that her body was aching as it came back into normal warmth. “He saw me.” She shuddered again, her gems scraping against near frozen skin. “I saw Harkon.”
“You’re going to die of hypothermia! Get your blanket up, and let me warm you!” Serana insisted, the damaged bed and old ratty blanket the only thing keeping her alive now.
“Sorry I couldn’t find your mother.” Elayne whispered. “I should have tried harder.”
“It’s okay.” The vampire said, clinging to her. “You’ve risked your life enough. If she really wanted to escape, she would.”
“You’re a good friend, Serana.” Elayne huffed, as the last candlelight spell started fading.
“Please don’t die, Elayne!” Serana said right in her ear. But she felt so cold. This was with one spell? One single spell? How could someone like her ever defeat Harkon if she were like this? Shivering, Elayne tried to recover in this place. But her eyes just felt so damn heavy.
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