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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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Elayne was making good time around the coast of the Sea of Ghosts. A thick cloak was well secured around her neck, and her elven armor was able to slide over the silver ankle cuffs that still eluded her ability to remove. It bunched around her ankles, but her boots and armor were alright. The wind coming off the ocean carried with it frigid air, passing in through the gaps in her armor was cold, but before leaving Dawnstar she had purchased some long term potions of frost resistance. It was keeping her warm, since today she was going into that sea.
She was getting tired a bit faster than normal, thanks to the anklets. But other than Horkers this coastline was peaceful. “Look for the Nordic ruins.” That’s what the guards told her. “That’s the right island.” Apparently women had been abducted from Dawnstar and other places in the last three years, and the one responsible was in Yngvild. Across the sea, she could see it. Ruins rose from the mist around one of the islands. “I can water walk that…” Elayne grinned.
The waves were small, and her elven boots slapped the water as she ran across the water. Laughing, she ran around a frozen tree trunk and came to a sliding stop on the black gravel of the island. Rising far above the ground below, this island had a veritable mountain. Elayne managed to get up to the upper part of the island but the sun was already going down. There was no other places to rest in this place.
Yngvild as a ruin held nothing she could make use of, other than a cave. Drawing her weapon, she started walking in. Immediately, she could hear the approaching footsteps of Draugr. The undead would rise to defend their havens, and she went charging right in. Their archers hurt, after all!
Both Draugr went down, the ancient undead hitting the dirt and dust after a few strikes. But what came next was different. A ghost came from the interior tunnel, its incorporeal form holding spells in both hands. Frost washed over her, causing teeth to shiver and bones to ache. Elayne yelled a warcry, swinging her sword with all her might. To her horror, the weapon just passed right through the ghost. It barely seemed to affect it! She had an orcish sword, but it didn’t seem to do anything. Her steel dagger was at least enchanted, so with haste she sheathed her sword and drew the tiny dagger.
It cut through the ghost’s body, making it freeze up with it’s paralyzing ability. But it wasn’t injured either. Biting her lip, she considered using her mana to destroy the ghost with her destruction spells. But she might run out of mana long before she was able to do anything of value here. Rather than put herself at risk, she ran out of the cave and used what little magic she had for an invisibility spell.
The ghost came charging out after her, bringing two more incorporeal friends with it. Elayne couldn’t kill all three! Taking cover behind a pillar, she could see more of these ghosts coming out from the cave. She was the Dragonborn, though. She was here for justice. And the other Dragonborn she heard about in the other world had gone through this place without any trouble. So, she could at least try. So she lined up and gave it her best shot.
“Yol!” The wave of fire caught half of the ghosts, purging them from existence. But the other half started to chase her, forcing her to scream once more. Fire poured across the landscape, and their spells chilled her even further. One final gasping breath of fire was finally necessary to put down the last ghost, and Elayne slumped to her knees, her throat rattling from coughing. Forcing the Voice was a good way of becoming a mute, Arngeir had told her. She was starting to believe him. “Six ghosts!” She rasped. “Goodness.”
She didn’t even have time to check the remains before another pair of ghosts emerged from the tunnel. Too frozen to run from all the frost spells, Elayne shivered. A Draugr followed them, confirming that this was a terrible idea. The other Dragonborn defeated this with ease! Why couldn’t she! Groaning, she watched as the ghosts began their slow approach. One of her hands brushed the iron circlet around her neck, the frigid metal a shocking realization to her.
If the other Dragonborn had already defeated this necromancer, she could just go there and see! Her hands moved quickly, drawing Captured Dreams out of her bag. The breastband she had wrapped it in was cast aside, and she threw the book open to read it. The Draugr was already charging. “Deserved Traits,” She shivered, glancing up as she twisted the book around to complete the sentence. “For blurred Experiences!” The Draugr’s blade was mere feet away when the world swirled into darkness, the light clearing and leaving her in a snowdrift with no draugr in her face. The island looked empty, with no signs of conflict. No melted patches of snow, or marks of her Shout.
“Oh-h…” She was still frozen. Shivering, she stumbled her way into the cavern. “T-this better work.” The cold ruins had none of the sounds of rising draugr this time, but Elayne kept her blade out. Old draugr corpses were in some of the hallways, and her boots echoed alone in the massive ruin. Braziers were in some of the areas, but the only place with fuel for it was in a throne room in the deepest levels.
It was there she found evidence of the other Dragonborn’s handiwork. A massive burn scar was along the far wall, in a shape she knew was from a dragon Shout. At the base of the scar was a burnt corpse, permanently frozen. The elven ears were a sight, but the necromancer robes were a dead giveaway. His shout alone seemed to be enough to kill him. Standing back near the entrance of the room, Elayne took a position. “Yol! Toor!” It had been at least a half hour since she had used her Shouts, and her throat had recovered.
Her own shout tore across the space, striking the walls and area in the same angle as the other Dragonborn’s Shout. Ash and wood lit, and the brazier in the room ignited at the edge of her range. “Oh, good choice!” She smiled. But she was smiling because her Shouting was equal in power. If she put her all into it, she could kill the Necromancer just like what happened in this world. And now she could get warm!
Only one chamber remained at the very end, where she could see a ruined bed, along with a chest and small table. But this world seemed to treat bedrooms differently. There was a piece of furniture she wasn’t used to, some kind of stand with clamps to hold someone’s arms tight and extended. The chair was similarly odd, with some kind of knob in the center of the chair. How anyone could sit in such a thing she didn’t know. But now she realized that she could use this information to trace the footsteps of the other Dragonborn. While she got warm, she did a small search of the area. Any item that held any value seemed to be stripped from the place, even down to the last offerings placed on the Draugr’s corpses.
But Elayne did notice something glittering near the roof of the room. Up high, in one of the columns. “No need to climb up there”, she smirked. “Come down!” With a bit of telekinesis, the object came loose, floating back into her hands. It looked like a mass of almost-metal straps all around a hollow sphere. Tapping it with the hilt of her steel dagger, she could hear the distinct sound of ebony. What exactly are you…” She wondered, seeing that it was even enchanted. It looked cruel, the straps meant to wrap around something and latch together from three directions. But most curious of all was a small engraving on the sphere. “Serana’s Bitch Tamer.” She read.
This belonged to the other Dragonborn’s slave! Serana! Four large holes were in the sphere, and Elayne finally realized what this was. The sphere would be forced into someone’s mouth. The holes seemed to line up with someone’s teeth! She shuddered once, sliding that object into her pack and resolving to not think about it for a while. The straps were made of something that could barely bend, at least to her. It wasn’t worth playing with. Perhaps this was why Katira had said that Serana got punished at Windpeak Inn.
Finally warm, she started planning out something creative! If she could use the book to step between this world and her own, she could appear behind the defenses of the necromancer! And once he was down, all of the ghosts and Draugr should go away too! She could jump for joy at the thought. But using the book to go back would exact a price from her. Digging into her pack, she held up the tiny little soul gem and its silver ring. “Every time I go back and forth, something is attached to me. This time I’ll at least know what is coming. I accept the price for using Captured Dreams.” She murmured, holding the item tightly in her hand. Not like anyone could hear her, but she considered a little soul gem earring to be worth an ambush against this necromancer.
So she took cover behind his massive throne, and cast Invisibility. Then, she brought out the mentioned tome and opened it. The glowing rune was waiting for her to press it. “Alright. Just press the rune and kill the necromancer. Like the other Dragonborn did. If he survives, I can just use the same method.” She rubbed her hands together, satisfied with her plan. “Alright, I’ll take an earring for this.”
This time, Elayne was ready as she pressed the symbol. The world flashed with light, and she remained as still as she could behind the throne. The sounds of the area changed, going from silent tomb to something else. Steps could be heard, and just inches from her she could hear someone clearing their throat.
“What was that?” The voice was arrogant, almost creepy. “Did one of you pets just cast a new spell? What an accomplishment that would be, to see what you can accomplish in death what you never could in life.”
He was right there. For a moment, Elayne considered if she should just knock him out. But past the throne, she could see two of the ghosts still here. Necromancy was dark and soul-rending. So, she exhaled and stabbed. Her dagger went into the mage once, twice, and a third time before she was sure she got him. Leaning around the throne, she watched as all of the ghosts and a single draugr collapsed. Since someone had been living here this time, it was in much better condition than in the other world.
“Thank you.” One of the ghosts whispered, before dissipating. Elayne cheered, running around the throne.
“I did it!” She cheered. “I got him!” Unlike the other Dragonborn, there was no burnt body smell to follow the kill. “That was worth an earring!” Running a hand up her face, she couldn’t feel anything in her earlobes. “Um, what.”
The bedroom was not quite as empty as she remembered. The bed was in one piece, and the braziers were lit. And the chair didn’t have the odd shape in the center. But Elayne could secure the door and lock it. Off came her armor, and she finally could see where the little soul gem went. “Oh my Gods!” She shrieked, looking past her miniscule breasts to her navel. And especially the gem that hung from it, the slim silver ring breaking through her skin. Hesitantly, she gave it a small tug. “Ouch!” It was definitely attached. The ring had pierced her navel, and that scared the crap out of her!
Worried, she looked in her pack and saw something new. It was a headband, something that looked at least normal. “I fell into that line of thinking with the soul gem.” She murmured, looking closely at it. The ends of the headband were longer than normal, coming to long spindly tips. One of her last breastbands wrapped around that, and Elayne set that next to the gigantic item that belonged to this Serana woman. “Bitch Tamer.” She lifted that up, pulling the sphere up to her mouth. The sphere was so large she didn’t think she could get her mouth over it. Blushing, she set that back into the bag and took out her tattered journal. “The other Dragonborn. He fought someone named Harkon. And Miraak.” Those names were placed on an empty page.
Her collar felt heavier than normal, now that more than just items were appearing on her. Now she had to worry about things going under her skin.
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