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Re: Fire and Potions - 83/?

[(Anonymous)]

What he heard filled him with cold dread; the sound of Radac’s amused laughter. In desperation, he separated the Ascendant’s head from his body in one swift move. The mer’s heart and decapitated head dissolved into blood before reforming wholly once more on Radac’s body, perfect and unmarred.

Thrynn involuntarily dropped his sword as he was crushed beneath another ward spell, this time forcefully trapping him against the wall.

"I know you don't love me," Radac said affectionately, walking over to him. He gently ran a thumb across Thrynn's lips, cupping the back of his neck. The mer jerked his head away. Smirking, Radac patiently stood back. "Not yet, at least. Give my potion time to do its work. Don't worry," he added with a predatory grin. "I won't do anything you don't ask me to."


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“I’ve missed you, Thrynn,” Radac said fondly. “You were the assassin’s assassin. Literally. The way you took care of all those little problems. Discrete. Efficient. And talented in so many other ways,” he added with an evil grin.

The Dragonborn slowly raised his head, staring up with cold, calculating eyes at Radac.

“I should introduce you both. This is my Spymaster, Verandis. Your replacement,” he said, sweeping a hand toward a smirking mer, hovering behind Radac like a shadow. “Not that anyone could replace you, Thrynn,” he added affectionately, voice tinged with nostalgia, to Verandis’ clear displeasure. “Come, say something,” he urged with eager curiosity. “It’s been years.”

Therion’s amber eyes flickered momentarily to the snidely glaring Verandis and then back to Radac.

"You’re right,” the Dragonborn said, a slow, cocky smile spreading across his face. “He's no replacement for me.”

Therion sliced the rest of his way through his ropes, unleashing the full force of his thu’um with a thunderous FUS RO DAH!, while throwing his hidden obsidian dagger between Verandis’ eyes. Several Thalmor soldiers at the edge of the raised platform screamed as his voice crashed into them, knocking them to their deaths. The remaining mer charged forward with wide eyes, drawing their weapons.

Therion lunged, grabbing hold of the staggered Radac, using his ropes to bind the mer's hands from spell casting.

Sensing movement over his shoulder, he spun, using the Ascendant as a shield.

Elenwen’s invisibility dropped as she struck forward with a familiar glowing, black daedric weapon. Shock colored her face as she stabbed the wrong mer.

Before she could retreat back and withdraw her weapon, Therion threw Radac aside. The Ascendant lay still, apparently rendered unconscious by the blade. Ducking low to avoid her hastily cast fire spell, Therion grasped her outstretched arm.

Circling around, he was poised to snap her neck when something struck him, stopping him short with one hand at her shoulder and another on her head.

A familiar roar of air greeted his ears, as something deep within him responded to the pull of magical forces. It was, at first, exactly like slaying a dragon.

Except something was wrong.

The wind had always been white, hadn’t it…? This wind was blue.

And then he felt a staggering pull, wrenching him apart.


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Radac opened his eyes, looking up at the shrouded face of the Thalmor Archmage as the wizard slid the black dagger from his shoulder. He sat up as the mer diligently sliced apart the ropes binding his wrists. Nodding his thanks, he rose easily to his feet, immortal body unphased by the deathlike embrace of the daedric enchantment.

Looking around the pavilion, he took stock of what he had missed while unconscious. At the middle of the platform was a sea of chaos, doubtless at the center of which was the Dragonborn. In his absence, the mages had evoked the Dwemer artifact, Silgahrot. The blue etherium crystal shone brightly, hovering between five Thalmor mages.

He barely caught sight of the Dragonborn in the midst of the soldiers, wearing nothing more than a pair of black trousers. His armor had apparently been stripped off and thrown away as a precaution against more hidden, obsidian weapons.


Radac spared an apathetic glance at his late Spymaster.