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Blood of the Daedra	By : mistressarachnia Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Morrowind Views: 1786 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
7: Conjuration
Soryn�s eyes opened.� The room was
warm, pleasant.� Something was cooking over a fire.� Yet his head was
spinning.� Where was he?� He could remember� the Grazelands, a shrine� and
then� nothing.� Was it all a dream?� He looked up to see familiar purple eyes
watching him from above.� Suddenly memories came flooding back.� He was lying
on an altar, with Eldafire.�� She� she had cut him� and then something had
stepped out of a portal.� Something horrible.� Eldafire smiled down at him soothingly.
�I was beginning to worry that you
weren�t going to wake up,� she said crossly, her voice betraying genuine
concern.
�How long have I been unconscious?�
Soryn asked quietly. �He had awoken in the cave he had claimed off the coast of
Sadrith Mora. �How much time had passed, he did not know.� His head still
spun.� Was he dreaming?� What had happened back in that daedric ruin out in the
Grazelands?
�Several hours, actually,� Eldafire
replied.� Soryn blinked.� He had vague memories of being� somewhere�
�And where was I during this time?�
he asked cautiously.
�Right here with me.� I never left
your side,� she replied.
�But I remember being somewhere
else�� Soryn replied, feeling unsure.
�Nonsense.� You were likely only
dreaming,� she replied crossly.� Soryn gulped, remembering the portals back in
the shrine.� Something wasn�t right�
�You�re a conjurer?� asked Soryn
quietly, his voice shaking.
�That little observation took you
long enough to figure out,� she mused, rubbing a spicy perfumed ointment over
his body.� Quickly, he looked down.� There were bandages across his body, and
he could feel one strapped over his forehead.� So, he hadn�t imagined it after
all.� Reaching down, he pulled one off, gasping in surprise when he saw nothing
under it but his own smooth golden skin.� Not even a scratch.� Quickly, he
pulled off the others.� Nothing.� It was as though he had never been injured.�
Even so, those little cuts shouldn�t have drained him so rapidly.� He looked up
imploringly.
�What happened back there?� he
asked cautiously, suddenly nervous as she smiled and reached for another
potion.� He started to cast a small spell to relieve some of his fatigue, but
found that he was still too drained for such an endeavor.
�Molag Bal is the Deadric Prince of
Rape.� He delights in violence.� I offered him the life force of a beautiful
victim in exchange for the ability to summon his minions at my command,� she
explained.
�What?� Life force?� I remember�
you cut me� did he only want my blood?� he asked, unsure of his own memories.�
How long had he been unconscious?
�Oh no.� He would much rather have
had your life.� But I was unwilling to give it so I made a half-bargain � my
family worships Clavicus Vile, and as such I know a poor deal when I see one.�
As a result I can only summon his minions for a limited amount of time, as I
only gave him a limited amount of your blood.� You�ll recover just fine, and
from the look on your face as it was happening, you enjoyed the experience as
much as I did.� It was quite draining work, really.� I had to rely on your magicka
reserves as well as my own just to keep the incantation going,� she replied,
pouring a blue potion into a goblet next to her, �But I imagine you�re well
recovered from that by now too.�� Soryn gulped, feeling suddenly embarrassed.�
He was not.� The sign he was born under rendered him unable to regain lost magicka
through the healing powers of time.� Surely she could see that� how long had be
been laying here?
�I cannot regenerate magicka on my
own�� he admitted, feeling ashamed of the weakness.� He had never admitted this
to anyone.� Eldafire laughed.
�So you were born under the sign of
the Atronach.� Indeed, I figured as much.� It took me forever to drain you.�
Here, drink this potion.� You�re lucky you taught me that recall property of whickwheat
� I certainly didn�t have enough magicka to transport us both safely back here
after you collapsed.� You had so much of it in your pockets that I only needed
to place a little in your mouth before trying a bit myself to follow you back
here.� Of course, you�re also partially to thank for that last bit,� she said
with a smile, handing him the blue liquid.� Soryn took it from her and drank it
eagerly, feeling some of the energy return to his body.� Never had he been so
completely drained before.� Never had he been so� helpless.� He did not like
it.� Not one bit.� It was humiliating.� He finished the glass and slammed it
down on the table beside him.
�How could you?!� he shouted,
standing up and grabbing his robes as he moved away from her, �You tell me that
you love me, you ask me to trust you, and then you nearly kill me!�
�Ah, but that�s just it.� I didn�t
kill you, did I?� Eldafire smirked.
�You leeched my magicka and you
very well could have killed me!� What if I hadn�t been gathering whickwheat to
transport us back?� What then?� You left me defenseless and bleeding on a daedric
altar out in the middle of nowhere when I just wanted to spend the afternoon
with you!� he glared, but she only smiled seductively in response.� Her
beautiful features only served to infuriate him more.
�Oh, but you send me into such fits
of ecstasy that I have no chance of denying you anything!� How am I supposed to
resist you?� he shouted, banging his fist on the table next to her.� Eldafire
looked unphased, her violet eyes radiating smug satisfaction.
�Oh Soryn.� You�ve been with these
smoke-skins so long that you�ve lost all ambition to be anything other than
what you are.� A lost Altmer mage on a foreign island, impressing the local
peasant girls with silly alteration spells.� Is that all you ever want to be?�
she asked mockingly.� Soryn shot her an evil glare as cruel thoughts of revenge
burned in his mind.� How dare she?
�Walking on water, flying about,
swimming quickly and breathing ice water as though it were air� these are
parlor tricks for children.� True, you�ve gotten quite good at them.� Better
than most.� But why waste your time searching the cold oceans for sunken
treasure when you can simply command an army of those � what did you call them?
Dreugh? � to do it for you?� she asked, her violet eyes cool and calm.
�I told you, I have had no success
in communicating with them so far,� he replied curtly, disliking the smug
superiority in her voice.
�I didn�t say �ask them nicely.�� I
said �command them.�� There is quite a difference.� I can teach you to command
any creature, if you would like,� she added.� Soryn�s eyes widened.� Why hadn�t
she mentioned this before?
�Remember when I dispatched those
guards from the shrine?� You can command mer and men the same as you would any
animal, provided their will is not too strong for your abilities.� Furthermore,
while levitation is an essential skill for any mage, a winged twilight will
always take better to the air than you.� And the dremora can fight off your
enemies with a finesse it would take you centuries to master.�� Do you see
where I am going with this?� she asked with a smirk.� Soryn glared.� He did,
but he disliked her tone immensely.
�And you would willingly sacrifice
me for this power?� he asked, his voice soft although it did little to hide the
rage that welled up behind it.
�Oh no, my dear,� she smiled, �I
would share it with you.� I find in you a worthy companion, and a beautifully
skilled one at that.� When I drained you, I was able to do so for much longer
than I would have been able to do so with another participant.� You had so much
to give, and you gave it all, all of it, so willingly.�
�Participant?� Soryn scoffed, �You
mean �victim� I assume?�
�Oh Soryn, I would never hurt you,
don�t you see?� Thanks to you, I can give you the powers you granted me with
your life blood � I can share them.� I can teach you what I now know through
your sacrifice, and together we can explore new worlds of power.� You know you
want it; you want more than this life can give you.� And I want you by my side
to explore the mysteries of this world together,� she mused softly, walking up
to him and brushing away the dark locks of hair that fell in his piercing eyes
as they welled with tears.� No, he wouldn�t cry.� That would be the final
straw.� This whole experience had been too much, and his head was spinning.� He
needed to think.� But then she leaned up to kiss him tenderly on the cheek and
he could not help but return her affections.
He caught a familiar glint of dark
metal in the glowing light of the fire, and felt a cold object being pressed
into his hand.� He took it, looking down as he recognized the very same daedric
dagger which had nearly been his undoing.� His heart raced, for he saw that it
was still stained with his own blood.� Eldafire had pulled away, tearing open
her deep lavender robes to expose her elegant breasts, now vulnerable to his
blade.� She dropped to her knees in front of him, bowing her head and sweeping
her hair back to further expose her glistening golden skin.� Oh, how he was
burning to carve up that pretty, pompous flesh�� Gripping the dagger, Soryn
knelt down, feeling her startle as the flat of the blade ran along her neck and
down the sides of her breasts.� How delightful it would be to mingle her blood
with his own, he thought.� Her breathing quickened, but she did nothing to
protest the cool steel on her smooth flesh.
Suddenly Soryn snapped.� What was
he doing?� As he looked down at her exposed form kneeling submissively before
him, all traces of rage left his body.� He brought the blood-soaked blade up,
examining it in horror.� What strange force had come over him?� Surely he
didn�t mean to kill her!� He cast the tainted dagger aside and knelt instead to
pick her up, shaking softly as he kissed her berry pink lips.� How could he
think to do such a thing to her?� He loved her far too much for that, no matter
what she had done.� She claimed she had not meant to hurt him and� with whom
else could he confide?� There were no others like them on the island.� Without
a word, he picked her up and carried her tenderly to the hammock which they had
so often shared, looking deep into her beautiful violet eyes to see his own
reflection there.
~*~
�Soryn, what�s wrong?� his mother
asked when he walked in.� He had only just arrived� how could she tell that
anything was wrong?� He glared, avoiding her gaze.� There were so many thoughts
swimming in his head.� He just wanted to be left alone.
�Nothing, mother, I just have a lot
on my mind,� he answered, hurrying to escape to his quarters.
�Very well then.� Come back here
then and eat your scuttle stew before it gets cold,� she replied, ladling some
of the mixture into a green bowl.� Her long black braided hair was wound into a
tight bun on the back of her head and only her fierce red eyes betrayed her as
being anything other than a common Telvanni housewife.� His father was already
seated at the table, and was nearly done with his own stew.� Soryn sighed,
turning slowly and sliding into his chair.� He did not wish to be interrogated.
�How are your studies progressing?�
his father asked.� Soryn bit his lip, swirling the stew around in its bowl.� He
wasn�t hungry.
�Fine,� he replied coolly.� They
were both battlemages� surely they must know something of daedric cults and
conjuration magic?� Yet somehow, he was afraid to ask.
�Your teacher tells me that you are
spending quite a bit of time with your new classmate,� his father continued
calmly.� Soryn�s green eyes widened.� They knew about Eldafire?
�Her parents are merchants so she
travels a lot.� She�s� um� from Summerset� an Altmer� like me�� he continued,
his cheeks burning red.� Why was he so embarrassed?� He did not want to discuss
Eldafire.� She was both beautiful and terrible, yet his heart ached for her and
his blood boiled for her in ways that he had never experienced with another.�
He wished it were not so.
�How wonderful!� I always felt you
should have more contact with your own native culture,� his mother replied, her
red eyes inquisitive, �We have so little contact with Summerset Isle that I was
wondering if you would EVER meet another Altmer.� You must have so many
questions.�� Soryn was silent.� Questions, yes�
�Take this opportunity to learn, my
son, but be cautious as well.� I have heard things about the Summerset Isles
that may best be left unsaid.� Rumors only, but one can never be too cautious
in the face of hear-say, for all too often it contains a grain of truth,� his
father warned.� Soryn was silent.� Whatever he knew, it did not sound far from
the truth.� Slowly, he took another bite of stew, hoping against all odds that
he was wrong.
~*~
��Oh come now � I can teach you
summoning, too!� Eldafire scolded, her hands on her hips.� Soryn looked
skeptical.
�I already know the basics.�
�Channel your energy, then focus it to pull open a door to another plane.�
Concentrate on the item or individual that you want, then summon it through,��
he replied.� Eldafire laughed.
�Yes, that is the basic idea.� It�s
a different feel than other magic though.� You must be careful to control
yourself so that you are not sucked into the void, and you must control your summonings,
lest they turn on you,� she advised.
�I know that,� he replied curtly,
not knowing what else to say.� He remembered everything that was taught in the
short conjuration class he took, but up until now he hadn�t seen much use for
summoning daggers and armor from oblivion for short time periods.� If he wanted
armor and weaponry, his mother made fine wares.� Although he had to admit that
there was indeed a strange power to the summoned armor and weapons, perhaps due
to its otherworldly nature.� Still, he had very little use for such things.� It
wasn�t like he was planning on becoming a battlemage.
To prove his point, he closed his
eyes and focused on a dagger, drawing it through the void into his hand.�
Immediately, Eldafire countered with a sword, wielding it gracefully to a
sparring position.� But Soryn had considerably more training with blades than
she did, for he had learned well from his parents.� In less than three moves he
had her pinned against the wall, panting as she dropped the sword and lifted
her head back against the dagger at her neck.� A smile broke out across her
pretty face.
�Excellent!� That was perfect!� Do
you know anything about commanding creatures as well?� she replied, trying to
hide her discomfort at having his blade pressed against her neck.� Soryn
smiled, releasing his grip.� He had proved his point.
�Commanding them?� No, not really,�
he admitted, suddenly curious, �I assume the principle is much the same.�
�Well, it both is and is not.�
Instead of reaching with your magicka through to Oblivion, you want to reach
into the creature�s mind and take the reigns.� Be careful, because they can
sense you doing it in much the same way as the creatures of Oblivion can sense
you invading their homeland, so if you are unsuccessful they may become
hostile.� Try it on a lesser creature first.� It�s a good trick before you
start summoning daedra.� Once you get good at it you can even start commanding
people.� Most of them are not as powerful as you would think and so can be
easily commanded for short periods of time� provided you know what you are
doing.� Look - there is a guar off in the fields grazing � tell it to turn and
head down to the water.� It won�t want to go on its own because of that kaguiti
down there, but with a little manipulation it shouldn�t be a difficult feat.�
Try it!� Eldafire insisted excitedly.� Soryn looked at the beast, unaware of
their cruel intentions.� Taking a deep breath, he tried to reach out to it,
drawing on his magical reserves to touch its mind.� Once he had done so, he
noticed an immediate change.� The creature simply stood, stupefied.� He tried
to send a command next, telling it to go down to the water.� Slowly, the
creature began the trek downhill, much to his surprise.� It was indeed much
easier than he had imagined.
�You did it!� Eldafire squealed.� Soryn
smiled.� He wasn�t done yet.� Before long the kaguoti took notice and began
running at the guar, still lumbering peacefully towards its death to get a
drink.� He reached out, feeling the mind of the attacking kagouti and watching
with pleasure as it too stopped dead it its tracks.� He told it to turn away
from its meal, lumbering uphill past the innocent guar and towards a cliff
edge.� He stopped it just before it threw itself off, seeing no need to dispose
of the beast in such a manner.� After all, they were only animals.� They could
not help acting according to their nature.� Although, it was pleasing to know
that he could do so if the need arose.
�Impressive!� Eldafire
congratulated, �Daedra are a bit trickier, however, because most of them are
intelligent as well as violent, and thus they take a lot of energy to control.�
It takes a lot out of a conjurer to summon a suitable fighting force without
being devoured in the process.�
�What about spirits?� Soryn asked
curiously.� He knew a little of the ancestors summoned to guard the Dunmer
family tombs, and wondered if the principle was somewhat similar.
�Spirits are different,� Eldafire
replied with a scowl, �Most lack minds entirely or have become so deranged that
one hardly needs to control them � they are simply either your minions or your
attackers, without thought or control.� The grave has rotted their minds,
however, so they can be turned with a little ease, though destroying something
that is already dead is often more difficult.� I suppose I can teach you to
turn the undead, but, to be completely honest, I have little fondness for necromancy.�
I spent a short time studying it in my youth, mostly gathering decomposing body
parts and assembling them for my teacher, who would cast a spell and construct
them into some rotting mindless beast.� It was a disgusting practice, and the
smell was vile.� I suppose for a less polished conjurer the practice likely has
some merit, but I prefer the dark realm of Oblivion than the putrid stench of
the grave.�
Soryn nodded.� He knew the Dunmer
abhorred the practice of necromancy, but he had not thought of it quite like
this before.� Of course, no one really admitted to practicing it openly.� He
could indeed see how it was a less than glamorous profession.
�You are a quick learner.� I myself
didn�t get those spells on the first try� of course, I was much younger, but
still,� Eldafire said crossly, looking genuinely impressed, �Would you like to
try summoning a scamp?� I think you can easily handle it, but if not, I�ll be
right here beside you.�� Soryn smiled.� What harm could it do?
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