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Re: Fire and Potions - 85/?

Date: 2015-02-22 06:34 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Therion grinned.

"That was rather impressive of me, wasn’t it?"

"Or," Radac continued brusquely, "That business back in Alinor. When you broke free of my potion and incited a riot which nearly lead to a revolution."

"Nearly, but not quite. Not my best revolution, it’s been a constant source of disappointment," Therion said with a sigh. "I really expected more from myself. But alas, the Thalmor’s influence was too hard for one lone mer to break."

"Lone mer indeed," Radac said disdainfully. "I never found out who helped you; especially who forced you into drinking an antidote to my potion."

"Thank Talos for small favors," Therion replied cheekily, giving him a galling smile.

Radac ignored his gibe, not rising to the taunt.

"Give me a name and I'll renounce your exile."

Therion made a small scoffing sound.

"Even if I believed you - no."

Radac chuckled.

"Loyal to the death. I've missed that as well." For a moment his gold eyes clouded with nostalgia. "You were loyal to me once."

"I was never loyal to you, Radac," Therion corrected. Inwardly, he kept searching for his thu'um, but the crystal separated it from his voice, suppressing his ability to shout.

"Thrynn..." Radac began thoughtfully. With a sigh, he changed topics. "You've changed your name, I'm told. I don't care for it."

"Good," Therion replied tersely with satisfaction.

"And you became the folk hero of the Nord race since I saw you last as well. How did you, an Altmer of all things, come to be this ‘Dragonborn’?" he asked curiously.

Therion tilted his head in a gesture of mock thoughtfulness, and Radac knew at once he would loath his reply.

"Talos works in mysterious ways."

Exhaling sharply, Radac gave him severe look.

"I'm beginning to remember why I exiled you."

"No,” Therion said, cracking his eyes open. “If I had the strength to break your nose and remove every one of your organs in random order, then you would remember why you banished me. My mocking you enjoy, because everyone fears you. No one else stands up to you. Well… no one else with my wit, charm, and a full-scale assault on the capital city,” he added.

“Your humility… that’s not something I’ve missed, if you were curious.”

“Please,” Therion said. “That was me being humble. Go on. Revoke my exile. We could chat every occasion I try to kill you. How dangerous can I be? You're immortal.”

“How well you know it,” Radac said, giving him an irksome look. “No one's ever put it to the test quite like you…”

Therion chuckled weakly.

“At least I can correct anyone who claims you have no heart,” Therion said. “Physically, at least.”

Radac reached over, picking up the crystal artifact. Turning it in his hand, he thoughtfully inspected its soft, blue light; the same radiance reflected beneath Therion's skin, mirroring its ebbs and flows, brighter the closer it came to his body.

"The Nords call it Silgahrot. Do you know what that means?” he asked, curiously pressing the crystal against Therion’s chest. “Of course you do, you speak Dragon."

Therion groaned, the pull of the crystal made worse by proximity.

"Soul stealer," he muttered.

Radac nodded.

"Legend tells of a jealous jarl. Outraged when a Dragonborn appeared in Skyrim, not of the Nord race. A familiar tale, in that regard; though this one was Khajiit. The story goes that the treacherous jarl met with the Dwemer, forging an alliance. Together they created a weapon - a crystal capable of trapping dragon souls as effectively as a Dragonborn. But more to the point... Capable of taking their ability - their shout - away. The jarl stole their soul, and with it, their voice. With the Dragonborn’s powerful ‘thu’um’ he subdued the dragon, Numinex. Keeping it prisoner in his keep, thereupon called ‘Dragonsreach’, until the beast went mad."

"Well," Therion said dryly. "I feel better about helping the Bard’s College bring back those weekly effigy burnings of Olaf One-Eye now. The lute lessons weren’t a complete waste afterall."

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