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Thalmor Than Bargained For 2/??
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 02:29 am (UTC)(link)He could throw a ward above his head and run, and maybe the dragon would lose sight of him. Then again, maybe it wouldn't, and he'd be drained of magic.
His heart was hammering in his chest, but he felt certainty instead of fear, and as he dashed toward the field, that certainty grew. He had a plan. He was a good mage, a strong mage. Perhaps he would die: if so, he wasn't the mer he thought himself to be, and he'd deserve it.
The dragon, circling above, screamed when it saw him. Nerundaen planted his feet, repeating a mantra in his head: ward left; lightning right. Magic crackled in both his hands. The dragon opened its mouth, and he flung up his ward. His lightning spell struck the beast in its great scaled chest, and it seemed to falter, but flew overhead.
The sound of a drawn blade surprised him, and he glanced back at the trees: Casca stood there, cloaked in shadow, apparently waiting - probably to see which one was left after the fight. Coward, thought Nerundaen, readying his spells.
His ward held back the plume of fire and the lightning spell hit its mark, but this time the dragon dropped out of the sky, flapping its great wings, and landed so heavily that the ground shook under Nerundaen's feet.
This, of course, was the weakness in the plan: he carried no weapons and wore no armor (not that he supposed armor would do much). The dragon opened its mouth, and Nerundaen stepped back, bringing up his ward--
And a dark flash shot out of the forest from the dragon's flank, and Nerundaen suddenly understood.
The dragon didn't see Casca until his dagger was inches from its eye, and the other one was sinking into the soft junction of jaw and throat. In its dying throes it snapped its head back, as if it could fling the offending thing off its neck, but Casca kicked himself backwards, rolling in a somewhat undignified heap in the grass by Nerundaen's feet. Nerundaen was transfixed: the dragon seemed to burn up before his eyes, impossible and terrifying and beautiful. A stillness came over the forest when it had gone, though his heartbeat was still a drum in his ears.
Casca, he saw, was looking at the dragon's bones as if he knew something no one else ever could; as if he'd been wrapped in a shell of wisdom. The impression faded as he watched.
"Did you--"
"Shut up," Casca cut him off, stalking toward the bones. "I'm sick of hearing about it." He picked up his daggers, examining each one.
His back was turned; plans were swirling in Nerundaen's head: he could paralyze him now, take one of his own daggers, and slit his throat. Those weren't his specific orders, but he would get out of this alive, and back to the Thalmor, as if nothing had happened.
As if the Dragonborn had never existed.
"Don't be an idiot," he said, "that would be a waste."
Casca smirked at him, turning back towards the forest. "A waste of what, your company?"
"A waste of power. I brought down that dragon for you."
"And I gallantly didn't leave you there to die. I surprise myself, sometimes."
"I think we both know he'd have killed you if I you'd been alone."
"You're giving yourself a lot of credit."
"I give myself the credit I'm due," Nerundaen said. "And you as well, Dragonborn." The clink of gold made Casca stop in his tracks and turn. Nerundaen dangled the coin pouch from two fingers. He had judged correctly: if nothing else, the Dragonborn had a price. "Coin and diamonds," he explained, "given to me in the even that I should need a horse."
Casca approached him, one eyebrow raised. "Consider it a gesture of goodwill," added Nerundaen, as the bag was plucked from his fingers.
"Do the Thalmor pay well?"
"They compensate well, which is different."
Thalmor Than Bargained For 2/?? FIXED WHOOPS proofreading is important kids
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 02:33 am (UTC)(link)He could throw a ward above his head and run, and maybe the dragon would lose sight of him. Then again, maybe it wouldn't, and he'd be drained of magic.
His heart was hammering in his chest, but he felt certainty instead of fear, and as he dashed toward the field, that certainty grew. He had a plan. He was a good mage, a strong mage. Perhaps he would die: if so, he wasn't the mer he thought himself to be, and he'd deserve it.
The dragon, circling above, screamed when it saw him. Nerundaen planted his feet, repeating a mantra in his head: ward left; lightning right. Magic crackled in both his hands. The dragon opened its mouth, and he flung up his ward. His lightning spell struck the beast in its great scaled chest, and it seemed to falter, but flew overhead.
The sound of a drawn blade surprised him, and he glanced back at the trees: Casca stood there, cloaked in shadow, apparently waiting - probably to see which one was left after the fight. Coward, thought Nerundaen, readying his spells.
His ward held back the plume of fire and the lightning spell hit its mark, but this time the dragon dropped out of the sky, flapping its great wings, and landed so heavily that the ground shook under Nerundaen's feet.
This, of course, was the weakness in the plan: he carried no weapons and wore no armor (not that he supposed armor would do much). The dragon opened its mouth, and Nerundaen stepped back, bringing up his ward--
And a dark flash shot out of the forest from the dragon's flank, and Nerundaen suddenly understood.
The dragon didn't see Casca until his dagger was inches from its eye, and the other one was sinking into the soft junction of jaw and throat. In its dying throes it snapped its head back, as if it could fling the offending thing off its neck, but Casca kicked himself backwards, rolling in a somewhat undignified heap in the grass by Nerundaen's feet. Nerundaen was transfixed: the dragon seemed to burn up before his eyes, impossible and terrifying and beautiful. A stillness came over the forest when it had gone, though his heartbeat was still a drum in his ears.
Casca, he saw, was looking at the dragon's bones as if he knew something no one else ever could; as if he'd been wrapped in a shell of wisdom. The impression faded as he watched.
"Did you--"
"Shut up," Casca cut him off, stalking toward the bones. "I'm sick of hearing about it. Do you want to die now, or later?" He picked up his daggers, examining each one.
His back was turned; plans were swirling in Nerundaen's head: he could paralyze him now, take one of his own daggers, and slit his throat. Those weren't his specific orders, but he would get out of this alive, and back to the Thalmor, as if nothing had happened.
As if the Dragonborn had never existed.
"Don't be an idiot," he said, "that would be a waste."
Casca smirked at him, turning back towards the forest. "I beg your pardon?"
"A waste of power. I brought down that dragon for you."
"And I gallantly didn't leave you there to die. I surprise myself, sometimes."
"I think we both know he'd have killed you if I you'd been alone."
"You're giving yourself a lot of credit."
"I give myself the credit I'm due," Nerundaen said. "And you as well, Dragonborn." The clink of gold made Casca stop in his tracks and turn. Nerundaen dangled the coin pouch from two fingers. He had judged correctly: if nothing else, the Dragonborn had a price. "Coin and diamonds," he explained, "given to me in the even that I should need a horse."
Casca approached him, one eyebrow raised. "Consider it a gesture of goodwill," added Nerundaen, as the bag was plucked from his fingers.
"Do the Thalmor pay well?"
"They compensate well, which is different."
Re: Thalmor Than Bargained For 2/?? FIXED WHOOPS proofreading is important kids
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Thalmor Than Bargained For 2/?? FIXED WHOOPS proofreading is important kids
(Anonymous) 2013-02-26 03:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Thalmor Than Bargained For 2/?? FIXED WHOOPS proofreading is important kids
(Anonymous) 2013-04-21 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)Keep writing please!