As the sound echoed through the tunnel, I turned to look.
The scene before me was one of sheer horror and disbelief. Alawion lay motionless on the ground, her lifeless body already beginning to cool. The soul gem glowed ominously, its dark magic filling the space as I could see the priest that had been in Skyrim holding the gem with a sick grin on his face.
"No..." The word slipped from my lips, barely more than a whisper. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of grief and fury swelling within me. The world seemed to slow, the battle around me becoming a distant hum as my vision tunneled, focusing solely on Alawion's still form.
A primal scream erupted from deep within me, reverberating through the tunnel as it turned into a roar. The air around me began to vibrate, a palpable force emanating from my very being. My hands, once steady, now trembled with uncontrollable rage and sorrow and pointed as I had shifted without noticing.
Mp 120/480 = mp 480/1440
The ground beneath me started to shake, the vibrations growing stronger with each passing second. A powerful gust of wind whipped through the tunnel, originating from where I stood. The force of it knocked back friend and foe alike, creating a temporary pause in the battle as everyone was pushed away.
A cold, biting wind began to swirl around me, rapidly gaining in intensity. The temperature dropped sharply, frost forming on the walls and floor of the tunnel. The wind coiled around me like a serpent, sucking in debris and shattered pieces of the undead and a few allies that were to close, which froze instantly upon contact and then shattered into a million pieces.
"Ellehish, what are you doing?!" Gergs' voice cut through the chaos, but it felt distant, almost unreal. My mind was a storm of grief and rage, and I couldn't focus on anything other than the cold, empty void that Alawion's death had left within me.
The wind picked up speed, forming a spinning vortex of ice and fury around me. Everything within its reach was drawn in, the frost growing thicker and more deadly. It was as if the very essence of my sorrow and rage had taken physical form, a destructive force.
The tunnel was now a maelstrom of icy wind and shattered debris. The once-ordered ranks of fighters and mages were thrown into disarray, struggling to stay on their feet and run away as the force of my magic tried to pull them in. The undead were caught in the vortex, their twisted forms freezing and breaking apart as they were drawn closer.
I felt an immense power surging through me, raw and unbridled. It was a force I had never felt before, something beyond my understanding. The very air seemed to hum with energy, crackling and sparking as the vortex grew larger and more violent.
In the center of the chaos, I was on my knees still screaming. My vision blurred with tears, but I could see the expressions of shock and fear on the faces of my companions. They were calling out to me, their voices lost in the roar of the wind.
But I couldn't hear them. All I could feel was the immense, crushing weight of my loss, driving me forward, pushing me to unleash every ounce of power within me. The vortex spun faster, the icy wind biting and tearing at everything it touched.
And then, with a final, thunderous roar, the storm exploded outward, sending a shockwave of freezing air and shattered ice through the tunnel. The force of it shattering the undead frozen further away, the sheer power of the blast causing the walls to crack and the ceiling to shudder.
As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, I felt my voice cracking as I sobbed, the last remnants of the vortex dissipating around me. The tunnel was eerily silent, the aftermath of the storm leaving a chilling stillness in its wake.
I reached out a trembling hand, touching Alawion's cold, lifeless body. The reality of her death hit me with full force, and I felt a wave of despair wash over me.
Tears streamed down my face as I cradled her in my arms, the cold, biting wind now nothing more than a faint whisper in the aftermath of my grief. The power that had surged through me was gone, leaving me feeling empty and hollow. Storing her body in my storage for now.
Mp 1/ 1440 = mp 1/480
At that moment, surrounded by the aftermath of my own destructive power, I vowed that I would make the Necromancers pay for what they had done.
The dust settled, and the frigid wind died down to a mere whisper. I stood in the aftermath of my own storm, the frozen bodies of the undead scattered around me like shattered glass. My team members had managed to escape, though I could see the tunnel they had used was now sealed by a thick layer of ice. The entrance was frozen solid, and I didn't have the power to melt it with fire.
I barely registered the ice and debris crunching underfoot as I slowly made my way forward, my eyes fixed on a single figure. The Priest, caught in the vortex of my rage, was now a statue of ice, his form twisted in a grotesque tableau of fear and desperation. In his hand, he clutched a black soul gem, its dark glow a stark contrast to the surrounding frost. While in the other he held a Dedric dagger.
With each step, my heart pounded louder in my chest. My breath came out in ragged, frosty puffs, and I could feel the lingering power of the elder blood pulsing through my veins. The sight of the soul gem sent a fresh wave of anger and sorrow crashing over me, fueling my anger and increasing my hatred for Nord's.
"Alawion..." I whispered, my voice trembling. She was gone, her soul trapped in that cursed gem. The very thought of her essence being used for some vile purpose made my blood boil.
I reached the frozen priest no, a fucking necromancer, my hand shaking as I extended it toward the gem. my clawed fingertips grasped the soul gem, feeling the cold, smooth surface press against my palm. The necromancer's frozen face stared back at me, forever locked in a grimace of terror as I pulled the soul gem into my mindscape keeping it separated from the others in my inventory.
"You took her from me," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper, yet carrying the weight of my grief and fury. "And now you'll pay, you fucking Nord."
Breaking his frozen hand that held the dagger, I pulled out a Welkynd Stone, feeling the small traces of magica inside it, as I Stabbed his frozen body with the dagger, The sound of a soul being trapped as I could see whisps of white being pulled into the welkynd stone.
The necromancer's icy form began to crack and splinter. I could see the fear in his frozen eyes, a silent plea for mercy, "No fuck you" I said as the ice shattered, and the necromancer's body crumbled into a heap of frozen shards, leaving me standing alone with the soul gem in my hand. I thought these Welkynd Stones seemed to have many uses as I held it in my hands, anger still in my mind.
Tears were still running down my face as I clutched the gem. " Ill search for was to make sure you suffer for all of my life, you will never find peace." I stated with hatred.
The tunnel around me was a frozen wasteland, a testament to the raw power of my emotions. I took a deep breath, the icy air filling my lungs, and turned back towards the frozen entrance. Shaking my head I turned to face the deeper part of the cave, the tunnel that led deeper inside. Pulling the spear out of my inventory as well as a few black soul gems, I had tried my best to enchant the previous day, using the gem to full it. As i grabbed it with two hands and thrusted, I could see a whisp of fire come from it. Guess this would have to do.
With a determined breath, I adjusted my grip on the spear, its shaft warm in my hands. The very faint ember of fire that flickered at its tip was a small comfort, yeah It was smart to have an extra fighting style in case I ran out of my to use. For now, it was very slowly refilling one point so far.
As I advanced into the depths of the mine, the oppressive darkness closed in around me. The temperature remained frigid, frost clinging to the walls and floor, but the air was now filled with an unsettling silence. Every step echoed through the empty corridors, I had to be careful.
I rounded a corner and entered a larger chamber, its walls lined with flickering torches that cast eerie shadows across the room. The floor was littered with bones and decayed bodies. The flickering torchlight danced across the walls, casting eerie shadows that seemed to writhe and twist with a life of their own. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and a sense of dread settled over me like a suffocating blanket.
In the center of the chamber, seated upon a throne of bones, was a figure draped in dark robes. His face was obscured by the hood of his cloak, but I could feel his gaze boring into me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Ah, so the little druid has finally wandered into my lair," the figure spoke, his voice dripping with malice. He rose from his bone throne, revealing himself to be a tall, imposing man cloaked in darkness, his features obscured by the hood of his robe.
"I am Mannimarco, the King of Worms," he declared, his voice echoing through the chamber with a sinister resonance. Well shit, I was hoping not to run into him.
As I stood a ways away before Mannimarco, his presence exuding an aura of dark power, I kept my eye on his movements. He seemed not even to be bothered by me. No he seemed excited... Even as he looked at my shifted ears and glowing Blue eyes.
"Ellehish, is it?" Mannimarco's voice was smooth and dripping with malice, his eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. The question not really being one but more of a statement "How delightful of you to grace me with your presence. I must admit, I've been eagerly anticipating our encounter. The last pure and uncorrupted Falmer how interesting"
I narrowed my eyes, my grip tightening on the spear. "What do you want with me?" I demanded, my voice still raspy after everything that had happened. The more I made him talk the more time I had for my magika to recharge.
Mannimarco chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Oh, my dear, it's not what I want with you, but rather what I can offer you," he replied, his tone oozing with sinister charm. "You see, I possess knowledge and power beyond your wildest dreams. With my guidance, you could become a force to be reckoned with."
I scoffed, the sound bitter and incredulous. "And what makes you think I would ever ally myself with someone like you?" I retorted, my voice laced with contempt.
Mannimarco's smile widened, revealing his disgusting and rotted teeth. "Because, my dear Ellehish, you and I are not so different," he replied, his voice silky smooth. "We both possess a hunger for power, a thirst for vengeance. after all that had happened to you and your people. " he shook his head almost in mocking" I could bring them back, Together, we could reshape the world in our image."
I shook my head, my resolve hardening. "I'll never join you," I declared, my voice ringing with defiance. "I'll never stoop to your level. No, what you are offering makes what little remains of my people undead!"
Mannimarco's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold amusement. "Very well, my dear. If you don't join me willingly, I'll have to forcefully take what I want."
With a flick of his wrist, dark energy crackled in the air, swirling around him like a maelstrom of shadows. I tensed, readying myself for the battle that was about to unfold.