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"... Well, finding good blacksmiths is pretty rare. In my lifetime I only personally knew three of them, Eorlund Grey-Mane a master blacksmith current owner of the Skyforge, that guy can make some out of the shittiest steel ingot be as tough and sharp as Ebony, he made the act of steel-making and forging into an art rarely seen in history. Sadly you probably need to be a member of the Companions to even think about ordering something from him."~Alt Jin Book: Masters Blacksmiths and where to find them ~
"The second one is called Rodrick Na'Hahhold, he is one the best swordsmith of the current era, the guy is specialized in making Sabers, and he is currently residing in Sentinel, and if I am not mistaken he ended up changing cities in the future due to a huge vampire problem, but by what I remember he never talked about it with me, it is probably a very painful memory. If you want a good sword he is your guy, sadly his prices are astronomical and his personality can be described with just one word: Asshole."~Alt Jin Book: Masters Blacksmiths and where to find them ~
"The last smith I remember is a monk, yeah he rarely does commissions anymore unless it is for some holy cause or something of the sort. He is the most mysterious of the three as you don't find him, he finds you, some people even think he is an avatar of Stendarr due to him often helping the "Good Side" in most events. I met him only once, and he made weapons for our party when I and my group went to fight Alduin. The guy is the best smith of the known world, but heroes would often find that he rarely will put all his effort into his weapons, saying that only the most worthy can wield his masterpieces. Our party wasn't. His name is Casemiro Trolleivvski and he is the Wandering Holy smith."~Alt Jin Book: Masters Blacksmiths and where not to find them ~
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Taking a deep breath I started entering the corridor from where the undead came from, the corridor was incredibly large and tall almost as if it was made for giant people, or simply a great number of people to walk at the same time.
The place was bleak and badly illuminated with just some random torches stuck to the wall providing low-end light. Thankfully even with my limited 10 meters sight, I could still clearly see in these conditions.
The corridor was pretty big, and considering I've been walking for a very long time at a relatively fast pace it is safe to assume that most of the undead was already walking towards me even before I arrived at the previous hall. Probably the inferior Patchwork zombies I killed beforehand had something to do with it, they looked painfully like some cheap knock of an alert system.
Going deeper and deeper the chanting sound was becoming outrageously louder and louder. The words sounded like gibberish, but different from eh normal gibberish you hear when someone talks in a different language than yours this one sounded incredibly ominous, not LAtim ominous, but more like extremely satanic death hazardous ritual ominous. Yeah, it is that bad, and I am going right into that shit.
The goosebumps-inducing chanting aside I continued going through the corridor until my [Wave] improved senses started to hear something, at first, it was incredibly difficult due to the loud chanting I am hearing, the further I went the better I could hear it. It started small liek a mosquito sound buzzing on my ears, but the further I went the louder I was able to hear it.
"...help..."
"...help..."
"...HELP..."
Seeing as no necromancer here would be asking for help this smut be their prisoners or worse, sacrifices. I started to accelerate my pace, but that doesn't mean I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, on the contrary, I was more attentive than ever. [Sharingan] is a great tool for you to see everything while running, I bet I could go full speed and still be able to see everything in still in slow motion. So are one of the many advantages of these eyes.
After some long moments of hurriedly walking, I finally arrived in another hall, this hall was neither big nor small it has an average size of approximately 20 meters, but what really makes this hall different was that it had three different paths I could take, a path to the right, another one to the left, and one that continues forward.
The path forward seems to be the most obvious choice, but the voice screaming for help was coming from the right side, so I immediately went there. Normal I don't come even close to the hero type of fellow, but if whatever is calling for help can fight and help me kill undead I won't hesitate to recruit this person as an ally.
Entering the right-side corridor I started to see a bunch of holding cells, some cells had skeletons of previous dead people, but most of them were relatively empty, I went deeper and deeper and the voice calling for "Help" got louder and louder.
Soon I was close to arriving at what I thought was the end of the prison, and I started to hear other voices.
"Can you fucking Shut up? Your shitty call for help won't work, there is no one here besides those shitty necrophiles."(Male Voice).
"Don't be like that Altair, hope is the thing that should only die after you've drawn your last breath."(Female Voice?)
"Khajiit also thinks the loud shouting isn't doing anything, ash skin should just shut up and let Khajiit sleep some more."(Female Khajiit Voice).
"HELP! Oh, come on Altair don't be so grumpy... Our scaly friend is right here, hope should be the thing that dies last."(Male Voice).
"Hah, as there is going to be any hope in this shithole, if someone rescues me right now he will have my undying loyalty for as long as I breathe. Happy?"(Altair).
"HELP! Yes!"(Male Voice).
"So shut the fuck up! and let me sleep you stupid ash face."(Altair).
It was at this moment when I arrived at the last cell of this prison corridor, the prisoners were diverse, to say the least. A Female Khajiit was trying to sleep in a corner, An Argonian female trying to calm down a fuming Redguard male which I think is called Altair, and a Dunmer male looking slightly apologetic towards his cellmates.
Seeing as I had foregone stealth long ago my appearance was immediately noticed, eight sets of eyes immediately locked into my persona. And the reactions were... fearful to say the least.
The Argonian female almost jumped at my appearance shouting a loud surprised and fearful "Eeep!". The Khajiit female was hissing lowly, her claws shining for the whole world to see. The Dunmer who was shouting for hope looked equal parts fearful and hopeful. While the Redguard called Altar was sprouting enough curses to surprise the most veteran of sailors.
These reactions aren't that unexpected, to be honest, if I saw someone as tall as me with shining red eyes, an evil purple aura around him while said person is also armed to the teeth, I would certainly be way wary of said monster. Seeing that the situation was quickly escalating id decided to speak, which may be a bad move considering how my voice is right now.
"Relax, I am not with the necromancers I heard a cry for help and decided to see what was happening."(Jin).
My voice sounded deep and grave, almost like two tricks grinding against each other, there was also a rasping tone buried underneath probably a result of my blood vomiting previously. This made everyone even warier of my presence, if before I was already a fearsome figure now that they heard my voice that sounded liek a demon from hell they probably are even warier of me right now. Fortunately, it appears that the Argonian didn't care much about other people's voices, due to her reaction previously I thought she was the one who held the most fear of the new arrival, but I guess she was just initially surprised. Looking at me she said:
"Sorry about the cold reception, my name is Elii, the Redguard is Altair, the Dunmer is Turalion, and the furry is called Aahin."(Elii).
"If you keep calling Aahin furry, Aahin will think you are envious of her furrr."(Aahin).
"As if I could be envious of those bothersome furs with such beautiful scales like mines'."(Elii).
After that Elii and Aahin seem to enter into some kind of insulting dispute to see what is better, fur or scales, It was like two modern people discussing cat vs dogs, I was honestly baffled for a second there.
"*Sigh* Ignore them, every time they talk about fur or scales they enter in this same tirade. As Elii sade my name is Turalion, no surname. The one you heard shouting for help was probably me."(Turalion).
"Nice to meet you Turalion Nosurname, my name is Jin, Yang Jin."(Jin).
Altair who was obviously hearing our conversation decided to butt in.
"... So... your name Yang or Jin?"(Altair).
"Yes."(Jin).
Completely ignoring Altair, Turalion looked at both of us funnily and decided to ask.
"You came to help us... right?"(Turalion).
"Yeah. I was running from a purple worm in the middle of the desert when I stumbled on this place. Like any self-respecting curious bastard, I started exploring, only to find a bunch of undead in my way. Thankfully I was able to transform most of them into ashes and continue my adventure, when I was approaching this place I heard your shouts for help and decided to investigate. And here I am."(Jin).
Turalion seems a little pensive for a second before asking.
"Can you open this cell? none of us is any good with pickpocketing, and the Khajiit said it is her unlucky day so she wasn't able to do anything."(Turalion).
"Yeah sure, just get away from the cell, things are probably gonna get ugly."(Jin).
"Sure"(Altair/Turalion).
The two women seem to be too into their discussion to notice anything, but they are relatively close to the other end of the cell so I don't think there will be any problem here. Taking a deep breath I pick up a dagger from one of my belts. Without further ado, I started charging [Gungnir], a spiral of [Wave] ran through my arm until it reached my dagger, when the technique was ready I simply thrust it forward aiming towards the lock.
*Clang*
*BAAAAAANG*
The cheap lock was immediately obliterated upon contact, making the cell door open with a loud *bang*. Everyone was with their mouths wide open; they expect me to try lockpicking here or maybe even use a key that I stole, not wreck the lock.
"What the fuck!?!?"(Altair/Turalion/Aahin/Elii).
"Now you are all free."(Jin).
The four ex-prisoners slowly exited the prison cell. They looked at me with both wariness and admiration, apparently wrecking that cheap lock was something rather impressive in their books.
"... So... Are you a cultivator?"(Altair).
"Yeah, is that a problem?"(Jin).
"No way... a fucking cultivator I can't believe it. Are you part of some guild? Maybe a super-duper secret organization? Maybe a vigilant of Stendarr? A vampire that is also a vampire hunter?"(Altair).
Everyone looked at their ex-cellmate outburst extremely surprised, for them, this is an unknown side of Altair none of them knew.
"Hey calm down Altair, exit the creepy necromancer lair first, talk later."(Turalion).
"Okay, okay. I will hold myself back for the time being."(Altair).
Looking at them funnily I shook my head and asked an extremely important question.
"Do any of you know how to fight? Be it by the blade or by magic, the way you do it doesn't matter, just answer the question."(Jin).
"Hah, a Redguard who doesn't know how to wield a Sword? What kind of bad joke is that? Of course I know how to wield a blade."(Altair).
"As a Dunmer if I didn't know how to stab someone with a dagger or how to throw a flame spell I would be shaming my entire race. So yes, I do know how to fight."(Turalion).
"Khajiit knows how to stab people very well, yes."(Aahin).
"Eh, I am not very good but I think I can take care of myself."(Elii).
Hearing their answer I looked at them once more, seemly analyzing them. Aahin has a mix of dark grey and black fur, and she looked like the typical female Khajiit you can see in Skyrim just a little more lithe and feminine looking, she has shining yellow cat-like eyes; currently, she is wearing a bunch of common prisoner rags that barely cover her body, her cat-like tail waves cautiously at her back. She is pretty short around 158 centimeters in height, but I guess when it comes to being fast and flexible this is an advantage. Her fur looks lustrous and messy right now.
Elli has greenish-brown scales, something that could easily blend in the marshland where her race currently resides. She has two pairs of bone-white horns pointing backward, there are also some little bone spikes on her chin and ear areas, she has reptilian yellow slitted eyes that can give Orochimaru a run for his money, her lizard-like tail sways excitedly at her back. Like Aahin he is wearing the same prisoner rags, she doesn't look very tall sitting comfortably at 165 centimeters of height. Her scales look particularly thick and dangerous.
Altair is a Redguard, he has Arabic-looking features with very dark and tanned skin. He is 178 centimeters tall and fairly muscular, his eyes are almost as black as mine's when I have the [Sharingan] deactivated. He looked young, around 20 years old, and he is also wearing the same prisoner rags.
Turalion is a Dunmer, as an elf, he is fairly tall around 185 centimeters of height just ten centimeters less than me. He has ash-colored skin and red eyes, but differently from me, his red eyes don't shine brightly. He also looked fairly muscular, which is not a surprise considering some aspects of Dunmer culture. He has sharp features and I can definitely spot the ghost of a bear on him, he looked young, but so did all elves for what I know, so I can't correctly guess his age.
I could see that everyone obviously has [Ki] albeit dormant. Everyone also clearly has a [Magika] reserve, but Turalion's looked way more developed than everyone's else showing that he probably has more magic education compared with the others.
"Here, each one of you pick a sword and a dagger. We will see if we can find any more clothing down in the dungeon."(Jin).