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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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The Blackreach expedition met at the start of Frostfall. Apparently word had gotten out that someone was going after Falmer, and the chance to fight with the Dragonborn of legend was enough to entice even more people to their cause. A full twenty people were coming with her to Mzinchaleft, with wagons and carts aplenty. Unlike the last time she came, the bandits were nowhere to be seen.
“They’ll be back.” Isran spoke up. “Vultures will come to pick over the area and find out if we left corpses.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Aicantar spoke up. “The Falmer will be by far the more dangerous prospect. Some of the guards can remain here to guard the wagons.”
“Into the depths we go.” Isran grinned. “My men have rings of Night Eye. We can see clearly in the dark. Let us lead.”
The expedition looked towards her, and Elayne felt slightly self conscious for a moment. It was her choice, after all. She couldn’t afford to look weak. Though the weight on her neck and ankles seemed to challenge that. “I’ll be there with you. I’ve been down once before.”
Elayne was wearing her elven armor for this. The heeled boots had been questioned by many, but her feet felt oddly familiar with them now. The moonstone spikes had been useful once or twice, though troublesome much of the rest of the time. The dragon priest mask covered her face, keeping her identity safe. She kept her hood up, and managed to get help from Lydia forcing her blue hair into intricate braids and knots to keep it up high upon her head. With her collar, anklets and piercings hidden behind armor and disguised no one could tell she was anything but their hero.
“It will be curious, then.” Isran grinned, approving. “Grab some food! Get some sleep!” He barked at his people. “We go down in the morning, and the guards staying behind have watch. Since they will cover our backs they deserve an equal reward. Those bandits might come back at any time to foul this up.”
Elayne wasn’t much of a public speaker. She didn’t like grand speeches or shows of grandeur. But she did allow herself to show off and light the bonfire with a dragon shout. The frozen and ice covered wood ignited instantly, the weary crew giving her a back slapping cheer at the sight.
The Falmer were entirely unprepared for a war party coming down into their zones of control. Elayne clearly remembered the way down, and led the way with Isran and his men towards the gatehouse. Though this time, she saw that there had been some kind of battle there recently. A damaged Dwemer centurion was stalking around, one of its arms destroyed. Dents covered its body, and ten dead Falmer lay arrayed around it. The bodies of bandits also lay around, answering her question of what happened to them.
“That thing is capable of tearing a man in half with one swipe. We need a plan.”
Elayne stepped forward. “I can bring it down. I’ll run behind it. Once I do, come in and bash it to pieces.” The Other Dragonborn ran through it’s steam breath without trouble. Not bothering to muffle her steps, Elayne starting clicking her way forward. Running in these shoes was a practiced art, in her opinion. The large automaton twisted, swinging towards her with its one good arm before she rolled, sliding underneath the blow and coming up behind it. It reared, bringing its head down and forcing steam towards her. Her dragon shout hit just as the steam began to tumble, searing her skin but being forced back. Unrelenting force was sometimes one of the more satisfying shouts she had.
The entire expedition watched as the dwemer centurion came off of its feet, sliding a dozen feet onto its back. Isran’s men soon had it completely broken, and Elayne was rubbing salve into the skin of her arms when he came up to congratulate her. “That was something.” He was grinning. “I’ve never seen someone knock over something that big.”
“That doesn’t always work on dragons.” Elayne admitted, pulling her gloves back on. “But trolls, giants and spiders go flying when I use that. Dragons just get staggered for a moment.”
“You’re truly something. We would have lost a few men against that and you took no care for your own life out there. Next time.” Isran’s eyes were hard. “Please let someone else take the risk. Losing the Dragonborn would be a cataclysmic failure for all of these people. You said Alduin has returned. I believe you, but that also means that you hired us to keep you safe. So please let us do that. As impressive as you are, please let my people do the dying for you.”
“But I am the one that-”
“No martyrdom for me, please.” He interrupted. “If you die, Skyrim loses. Heroes get spun out by the Aedra to save the world. That’s why I signed up the group.” He noted. “Not because we needed they gold, since there is a war on. Both sides will pay for our blades and courage.”
“You came for me?” Elayne felt a bit touched.
“I came because the Aedra don’t give us heroes to be thrown away on a fool’s errand. You told us you were coming to Blackreach for something. I’m betting it’s important, so don’t go throwing your life away. Let us do the bleeding.”
“That’s not what a hero does.”
“That’s what a berserk Nord would do. They think their heroes should all lead from the front and just conquer everything.” The dark skinned man chuckled. “Try thinking like a Breton or Mer might. You’ll find they like their heroes to have a modicum of self-preservation.”
“Alright.” Elayne promised. “I promise to take your advice to heart.”
“I appreciate it. Now, this looks like a dead end.” He said, looking around.
“Watch.” Elayne drew out all of the items that she had for Dwemer randomness, the small attunement sphere sliding into place on the small panel next to the stairs. Stone ground together, and then like smooth oil opened into a set of dark stone steps going into the deep. “And now the device.”
That device turned out to be a lift, a moving box that took them even deeper underground. It could only take a few people at a time, and with all the equipment the expedition was taking down here, Isran volunteered his men to take the first wave. “We will clear the area. As soon as we get through, we will start sending the lift back up to get the rest of you. The Dragonborn can take a break, as we just saw her nearly shout a centurion in half.” He seemed to insist.
Isran did not come back for almost an hour. But when he came back, it was with gear. Three dwemer chests and piles of cogs, struts and soul gems. Seeing those just made Elayne’s nipples ache. “Ladies and gentlemen.” Isran spoke up. “Blackreach is open. And crawling with Falmer.”
The Expedition had truly begun. Elayne and the others spent days combing parts of Blackreach for valuable items, to the point that even Aicantar and his guards were admitting that there was far too much here to explore in one single journey. But their carts were so fully loaded that the entire expedition had agreed to help guard the caravan on its way back to Markarth. Though they were rolling in riches and items, Elayne had found no evidence of the tower she was supposed to be using to find this Elder Scroll. When it seemed as though the expedition could carry no more, Isran took her aside. “We aren’t leaving.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, we all talked. We aren’t leaving until you do whatever it is you need to do.” His men were smiling in the background, bags filled to bursting with value. “So, let us help.”
Elayne nodded. “I’m looking for a tower. Definitely not part of the city, from my notes. But a tower should hold what I am seeking.”
“Mages.” Isran scoffed. “Always with their towers. Some forgotten knowledge they have?”
“Something like that.” She smiled back. “Seen anything like it?”
“Yes, actually. A massive tower hanging over a lake. This place is so large it even has lakes!” He chuckled. “But it is crawling with Falmer. They haven’t attacked us very much, but they have to be intelligent on some level. They know we are here.”
“We are strong, and have killed dozens of them.”
“Aye,” Isran noted. “But that city has to have hundreds of the beasts. I’ll assemble my men and go help with the tower. We will be with you.”
She might not have needed the help. Only a few Chaurus were out, the Falmer staying quiet. Isran saw some, but they retreated at their approach. More importantly, they found a tower. It hung over the edge of a dark abyss that she couldn’t see the bottom of, with rivers running around it. The mercenaries had their eyes peeled on their surroundings, Elayne’s heels the loudest sounds in the deep.
“This is a tower.” Isran patted the side of the object when they arrived. “But it’s a long ways back to camp. Do what you need to do, Dragonborn.”
This had to be it. Coming up to the doors, Elayne gave a push. They seemed stubbornly locked shut. Even her spells couldn’t release it. “I could shout it open.” She considered.
“That would echo through the entire cavern. Or you might shout the tower right off the cliff.” Isran responded. “Let’s try with some weapons.”
Yet the tower resisted them. Steel, Orcish, even Dwarven weapons got bent or damaged trying to get into the door. “It’s not magical.” Elayne noted. “Just locked from the other side.”
“I am not seeing any windows.” Isran noted. “Got any other bright ideas, Dragonborn?”
“Not many.” One plagued her thoughts. Captured Dreams could do it. The other Dragonborn had already been here, and taken the Elder Scroll! He had to have gotten the door open somehow. “But I know one that will work.”
“Use it. We are too far from the camp right now to risk staying here for long.”
Elayne nodded. It had been more than a month since she had last opened the black book. But if this was where the Elder Scroll was sequestered, it was worth it. Lydia stood right next to her, looking down at the wrapped book. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“Yes.” Lydia would understand coming with her on this. “I would.” Captured Dreams unwrapped quickly, the dark binding feeling heavier than it did before. They both placed their hands on it, as Elayne opened the book.
“First we should be a bit more quiet.” She noted, casting Muffle and Invisibility upon them both. Her magic was near drained by this, but illusion magic was her specialty. She could do it. Then, she began to read the book. The words changed every time, becoming half riddles and promises. “Legends untold,” She could see Isran looking at them, curious. But he was too far away to know what exactly they were doing. Or be dragged into things. “Shadows foretold.”
Her perception darkened, and the world changed. It was noticeable this time. Mostly due to the massive dragon skeleton next to the doors to the tower. Said doors were bashed open by the dragon’s snout, which looked deformed with its bones. But also nearby were Falmer, picking over some mushrooms and fishing in the water. Closing Captured Dreams, Elayne led Lydia through the broken doorway and inside the tower.
“That’s one way to open the door.” Lydia whispered. “Dragon.”
“Shh.” Elayne pushed her forwards, into a large foyer. It was unpopulated, but for a small chaurus. The remains of a large tree were here, that seemed to once have acted as a bar keeping the doors shut. Drawing her dwarven sword, she snuck up and plunged it into the chaurus. It died a quiet death, and Lydia moved about the room with practiced care and concern. It looked like Yngvild had, in a way. The other Dragonborn had taken every single item of value from the location. The walls had even been stripped, to the point that she wondered if any expedition that followed him would find anything else.
There were signs that Falmer had been here, but three of their broken axes were enough to show they had trouble. “My thane. A trap!” Lydia whispered, pointing ahead to where an interior room was. It looked like some kind of natural light was coming through. But there were slots in the floor that were barely wide enough for a spear to pass through. She had seen these before in Dwemer ruins, but these were right around the height of someone’s neck.
“Looks like the other Dragonborn took everything that wasn’t nailed down.” Elayne considered, glancing around. “Seems normal for him.”
“But you have great respect for the dead. The people enjoy that kindness.” Lydia responded. Elayne fiddled with the trap, ducking underneath it and moving into the room. But apparently it was not enough, her high heeled boot pressing down a pressure plate. “Watch!” Lydia hissed, as two prongs popped out of the holes, spraying both her and Lydia with some kind of burst of magic. It shocked something fierce, the lighting bouncing between her and Lydia twice before ending. Elayne slumped against the door, tingling from the magic effect. “Out.” Lydia finished, also slumped against the other side of the door.
“I can heal you.” Elayne said slowly. “Just give me a minute.” Her magic felt off, and her limbs heavy. The feeling wavered, going away over a little while but leaving her stamina weakened. As she healed Lydia, she could see all around the room. It looked like some kind of reflection pool, but for the light coming through the ceiling. “I’ve never seen a spell effect like that.” Elayne mustered. “But it was almost the same color as a mysticism spell.”
“Well, you’re quite the mage! You’ll be able to figure it out. And the pain stopped.”
“Mysticism isn’t a school of magic that most people know,” She added, worried. “And this world might have different spells! The Dwemer are an ancient race, and this spell might just be unknown to the mages of today!” Lydia didn’t have a response for that. So it was quiet for a minute as they explored the innermost chambers.
“Whatever used to hang from the ceiling was torn out.” Lydia pointed. “It looks like this is some kind of sunlight.”
Elayne nodded, pulling out her small hand mirror. Holding it in the path of the light, she could see it refracted all around the room. The light was hitting different painted phases of the moons and stars. In fact, all of the symbols of the birth signs were in the room. But whatever mechanism that had been here before was gone. She and Lydia were at least able to study a small pedestal that wasn’t taken away, with small dials and switches. She wrote down the exact angles and settings that the pedestal was set to, her notebook scrawling with details.
“There is another lift here!” Lydia called, excitedly. “It goes up to the surface!” She had been searching the area below the device, and came back with a few bits of mechanism. “It appears to be damaged. The Falmer cannot use it to get to the surface.”
“The other Dragonborn managed to set up groups of people to keep the Falmer from coming up from Blackreach. Though if he is as powerful as they claim, I don’t understand why he didn’t just destroy all of them when he was down here.”
“Perhaps no one hero is that powerful.” Lydia considered.
“Ysmir and his companions seemed to do it once.” Elayne stuck out her tongue, as Lydia gave a light chuckle. “I can’t find anything else, no other clues.”
Lydia nodded. “I think our actions have been noticed.” She glanced back to the door, which seemed just as silent as ever. But Elayne had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Studying the darkness, she could see shapes moving past the doorway. Quickly, she brought out Captured Dreams and held Lydia close. When they pressed the glowing rune to return, the world flashed white, the walls and dwemer devices around them changing. It was still dark, but a candlelight spell fixed that. The chambers around them looked whole and unspoiled. The doors were barred shut with pine trees, wedged so tightly against the doors it was no wonder she or Isran couldn’t get them open.
It felt rather cold, and Elayne shivered, the rings in her nipples swinging freely. Freely? She glanced down, gulping. Not a stitch covered her skin, her armor having disappeared. “Gods, no!” She screeched, opening her pack. A new set of smallclothes covered her quickly, Elayne noting that she was down to only one breastband. Feeling embarrassed, she covered herself with the basics. “Lydia, can you see where my armor went?”
Lydia nodded, staying at least quiet. But Elayne knew she was laughing somehow. Her legs felt quite heavier, now. The price for using the black book glimmered in the light of the spell, two thick bands of moonstone sitting tightly upon her upper thighs. They even felt heavier than they should be, and wouldn’t budge under her hands.
“I can’t find any evidence of your armor, my thane.” Lydia apologized. “The only thing I found was your dragon priest mask. Though there are remains that aren’t Falmer in here. And a journal.”
Elayne shuddered, looking around. The journal was next to a skeleton, and while Lydia started pulling the room apart for things she could use, Elayne read about this man’s attempt to control a device. Or open it. Shivering once more, she resolved that she needed to at least wear something. The only other armor she had that fit was the light armor she had bought in the other world’s Warmaiden’s. The gloves were smaller, daintier. They didn’t cover the elbows. The cuirass was more of a long dress with woven moonstone fibers in it. It felt heavy enough to be armor, the pauldrons feeling quite functional. She pulled it down over her torso, the near-fabric unfurling over herself. She could bend and roll wearing this, no problem. Elayne was smiling until the last bit of fabric unfurled, coming to stop at the top of her thighs. It had two layers of skirts, with one being a flat section that hung down from the hips and wrapped all the way around. This barely covered her ass. A second skirt layer fell down like two triangles of metallic fabric, hanging down to cover more in between her legs. So it looked very nice on her, and it did fit her gigantic ass as perfectly as Ulfberth had promised.
But that meant that her new thigh bands were on display! The moonstone circles were inches below the lowest point the hems of the skirts could reach, and the shoulders didn’t allow the armor to drape any further down. Lydia gave a chuckle, watching her try. “I’ve got a few pieces for us to bring home, My thane. I think we’ve earned that much.”
“Of course, Lydia.” Elayne replied, sitting down upon a chest to put on the last pieces of this armor. The pair of spindly spiked heels took minutes to wrap up her calves, but the moonstone and fabric covered her locked anklets. The collar around her neck was hidden, and the piercings were obviously covered. The only things she had received from Captured Dreams that anyone could see was the headband and these new pieces around her thighs. Standing back up, she felt immediately more confident in her ability to move. Her legs were nearly bare, nothing covering them from upper thigh to calf.
“You are getting very good at walking in those kinds of shoe.” Lydia made conversation, waiting for her to finish lacing them up. “I think I see the place with your elder scroll.”
Elayne debated going to get it immediately. “Let’s let Isran in first. Open this door.” Her dragon priest mask settled back onto her face. The breeze across her bare thighs made her skin prickle as she moved. But the shoes echoed throughout the empty room, and between the two of them they were able to get the doors open. Isran and his men scrambled in, arrows bouncing off of the stone. One man was shaking, the skin of his leg discolored around the arrow buried in it.
“Get inside! Now!” She yelled, sparing a conjuration spell for the outer doors. The elemental creature from Oblivion barely lasted a second, three arrows perforating it. But the men moved, the doors slammed shut and the tree was shoved back into place.
“Take care of the wounded!” Isran bellowed. “Good timing, Dragonborn.” His eyes roved up and down her form, taking in the new appearance. But she didn’t get any kind of mockery. “I’ve never seen a spell like that.”
“It’s a mysticism spell.” She lied smoothly. “Gets me past locked doors and impassable barriers.”
“This place is not for the living, I feel.” Isran murmured. “Walking through ancient places like this just makes my skin crawl. And those Falmer out there just make it worse.”
“I’ve got good news.” Elayne spoke up. “I found another way out of here.”
“Not past thirty Falmer?” He grinned. “Excellent news to me. Fighting our way back to camp was looking to be too risky. What happened to your armor?” He dared ask, his eyes having been tracing her bare skin the entire conversation.
“Dwemer trap.” She responded. “Disintegrated my armor. Had to wear something I got off a Thalmor as a backup.”
“It’s unique.” Isran commented politely. “Now, this other way out?”
Elayne stepped into the chamber with light, this time seeing the mechanisms that were supposed to be within the room. Lenses and pieces of glass were all over the device, and some kind of container was in the middle. She strutted her way over to the controls for it, feeling conscious of everyone’s eyes upon her. Pulling out her notebook, she followed the instructions left behind by the other Dragonborn. It looked like she was an expert on Dwemer mechanical devices, as the lenses and lights spun around. The ancient devices squealed, but the light reflected upon the symbols of standing stones and phases of the moon with exactness. Within two minutes, the device seemed to reflect perfectly across a moment in time. The symbol of the Lover was highlighted, she noted with surprise. But the machine came to a stop, the container in the middle rattling as it opened.
Inside was a solid gold scroll case longer than her torso. “Found it.” She grinned. Her shoes echoed loudly across the floor as Elayne stepped forward, taking the gigantic item from the device. “Alduin, I am coming for you.” She promised.
“What is that?” Isran asked, looking in awe.
“An Elder Scroll.” Elayne grinned back at him. “What I need to defeat Alduin.”
“That’s the Dragonborn for you, Isran.” One of the men muttered. “Look at all the gold on that!”
“Shut it.” Isran countered. “The rest of this expedition could have just not mattered but for this moment. We came because the Dragonborn needed something to save the world. She succeeded. You still get paid, but you get the added bonus of being able to tell your children and grandchildren about this moment.”
“Thank you Isran.” Elayne added. “There is another lift to the surface back here. Wherever we end up, we can just walk to Mzinchaleft and help the other part of the expedition pull their things up. We all get what we wanted.”
She was one step closer to defeating Alduin. “Isran, you seem fairly well informed.” She noted. “Any idea where I might find a Daedric artifact?”
Isran’s good mood faded immediately. “What good would you have consorting with those creatures? They are not good for mortals to involve themselves with.” The man’s hands fumbled with an amulet of stendarr, hanging around his neck.
“Alduin is the son of Akatosh.” Elayne explained. “Normal weapons cannot hurt him. Aedra don’t give of their weapons to mortals, but the daedra have.”
“While I don’t believe they are trustworthy forces, I understand your actions.” Isran considered. “You need a way to harm a son of Akatosh.” He seemed to be silent for a minute, watching as his men made their way into the lift to take the wounded out. “I know of one daedric artifact. Or at least part of it. In Dawnstar there is a museum to Mehrunes Dagon. Part of his artifact weapon is there.” Isran looked like a sour taste was in his mouth with the statement. “There are a couple of other places I would recommend, but it has been many years since I was an active vigilant of Stendarr.”
“So they would know more?”
“I’ll mark out on your map where they have a Hall. Carcette is the Keeper of the Vigil here in Skyrim. I don’t think she would refuse you, Dragonborn.” Isran did so, listening as the lift cranked its way back from the surface. “They might know the location of other artifacts. But I do warn you, most vigilants of Stendarr take association with Deadra poorly. Especially those that seek out the artifacts of a daedric prince.”
Elayne had avoided them since taking the Oghma Infinium. Vigilants were not the most understanding of people. And now she was going right into their heart. “What will you do, now that this is over?”
“There is an old fort near Riften that I’ve been pouring money into for the last ten years. Restoring it. I’ve been seeing signs that Vampire attacks have been on the rise for decades, and thought about forming something to deal with it. But the other Vigilants of Stendarr disagreed. So, I go about my own vigil now.”
“Thank you.” Elayne said, as they were the last ones to board the lift. “You’ve helped me a lot.”
“There are many reasons to fight in the world. Very few times are those reasons so clearly right and just. I think I’ll sleep well tonight for the first time in a long while.”
“Me too.” Elayne promised. It did feel good to accomplish part of her quest. The lift rattled it’s way to the surface, bright light coming through that for once wasn’t the light of mushroom or spell. High on feelings of joy, she stepped out of the dwemer device. Of course, that was before the cold wind of The Pale struck her bare thighs and legs. “Oh my gods!” She shivered. “Where are we?”
“Hours away from Mzinchaleft. If we start hiking now, we can reach the other expedition before nightfall. Help them finish what was started.” Isran chuckled. “Want a robe?”
“Yes please.” Elayne whispered, wishing she were back underground. Where it was at least warmer. But the light of the sun promised her that she was making progress. The Dragonborn was going to fight for her future! Though she wasn’t able to clearly see what the next price was. She would find out later, once they had gotten home. The heavy golden scroll upon her back was victory enough for her.
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