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A Warrior's Heart 2/
Date: 2013-02-16 04:27 pm (UTC)Well, if he was so sure, then why ask, Nahkriin thought snarkily even as he scrambled on his hands and knees to prostrate himself properly before his lord. From behind his mask, he studied the huge black dragon that loomed over him. Maybe Alduin had been spending a bit too much time gorging himself in Sovngarde. He was starting to look a little thick around the waist…
“FUS RO DAH!”
The Dragon priest tumbled back, resignation piercing him rather than fear, because he knew that no matter what, Alduin would not kill him. He needed one priest here to secure the portal and Nahkriin had been the dubious recipient of that honour simply because he had been resurrected in the middle of nowhere and when Alduin demanded to know why Nahkriin had not seen to it that his body was planted in front of a Word Wall, if only to protect the secrets of the Dovah, Nahkriin could only grin sheepishly and shrug his shoulders. He wasn’t about to explain that he had been on his way out of Skyrim, fresh after hearing the news of Alduin’s defeat, only to have run into a crazed pack of salivating Nords, some of whom had known how to Shout. The details of his demise still eluded him but Nahkriin did vaguely recall some entreaties to them to be reasonable which were then followed by a great deal of lightning. He had put up an excellent battle for self-preservation, of that he was certain. Of course Alduin had only seen the shrug and angrily, had proceeded to beat half the life he had put back into Nahkriin before tossing him on the back of a lesser Dovah and commanding it to spirit him away here.
When he had finally bounced to a stop at the bottom of the temple, Nakriin closed, moved his fingers and toes, the ones he still had, before gingerly picking himself off the ground. In a minute or two, the levitation, a seemingly permanent side effect of having been risen from the dead by his ancient and eternally cranky boss, kicked in and he was able to float his way back up the stairs, head held high in spite of the audible snickering of the dragons. Of course he was in pain, as much pain as an undead, semi-decomposed man could be in. If only he had bothered to apply himself to the School of Restoration, he thought sadly. Instead, he had embraced the School of Destruction and when his phenomenal magical talent made itself known, he had been singled out for training as a priest and as he had not wanted his (then) blond head to roll from its neck by politely refusing, he had said yes and when not fending off the backstabbing tactics of the others, spent the rest of his time regretting it. Especially when he saw what the servants had done to decorate Bromjunaar.
“Whatever were they thinking,” he muttered peevishly, watching from a safe distance as Alduin wiggled his great bulk into the portal and began to vanish from sight. Pairing brown and orange together was an unforgivable crime. It was a hideous wrong that could not be borne. Which was why he had gotten his servants to repaint his chambers and dye over the carpets. The warm sand tones of the wall complemented the azure blue of his curtains and carpets, and the rich white of his tables and chairs. He had even gotten a special lamp affixed with glowing crystals that threw the light of the candles in spectacular splashes on the walls at night.
Nahkriin was so busy pining for his old home and mourning the lack of beauty in the ruined temple he would probably spend an eternity in that he did not hear the thunderous roars of the dragons until it was too late. “Oh fuck,” he swore when a golden dragon fell from the sky in a blaze of blue. No wonder Alduin had run off to stuff his face.
The Dragonborn had come.
Re: A Warrior's Heart 2/
Date: 2013-02-16 10:06 pm (UTC)Re: A Warrior's Heart 2/
Date: 2013-02-16 11:41 pm (UTC)Re: A Warrior's Heart 2/
Date: 2013-02-19 02:13 pm (UTC)A Warrior's Heart 3/
Date: 2013-02-22 02:47 pm (UTC)And she had plenty of enemies.
‘Fuckloads.’ Maeva growled as she plunged Dawnbreaker into the skull of the draugr deathlord and bashed it with the gold and white shield she had earned from Peryite in exchange for the life of his errant servant. More deathlords closed in and so it was that she breathed silent thanks to Talos and Akatosh when an explosive ring of blue fire blanketed the surrounding area, sending the remaining draugr fleeing.
Planting a foot on the now-dead deathlord, she shoved its rotten corpse of her blade and chased down her remaining foes, waiting until they backed themselves close to the edge before a thunderous “FUS!” knocked them clean over. Maeva smiled happily, watching from above as the two bodies sailed down below to crash into the heap of dragon bones. They did not get up again.
By the time she had hacked her way to the top of the temple, her once brilliantly shining glass armour was covered in gore and she could feel rivulets of her sweat soaking her back and the chest. Her legs felt slightly wobbly, a problem quickly rectified as she cast a quick healing spell and felt the cuts and scrapes on her skin closing even as new energy surged in her veins. All that stood between her and eternal glory was Alduin. Well, Alduin and that dragon priest which she had spotted while hiding behind a pillar. All she needed was to get a little closer…
It had been some time since he had last heard the ring of steel on steel. That was either very good news or bad news. Nakhriin hovered at the steps anxiously, wringing his bony hands as he bobbed about in mid-air, the torn ends of his robes floating like limp pennants. Then, from behind a stone pillar and without so much as a scrap or rattle to announce her arrival, the Dragonborn pounced. All Nakhriin saw was a blaze of green and white which leapt into the air. Most of all, he saw the long, painfully bright sword that blazed with an unnatural energy as it arced down in a blow meant to strike his head from his shoulders.
Naturally, he did the first thing that came to mind. He screamed. And then he backpedalled furiously to get away from the dreadful warrior, missing the sword by narrow inches.
Maeva cringed as the lich’s bloodcurdling battle cry pierced the air. By Talos, this one had a set of lungs on him. And the cunning undead bastard was racing back to the portal, undoubtedly to secure it. And as he flew, the air rumbled with the guttural Dragon Tongue that she had never once bothered to learn, save for the Shouts. The only thing she could make out was Alduin. No doubt, he was cursing her in his overlord’s name.
“She’s here!” Nahkriin screeched as he hightailed it for the portal. “Lord Alduin! The Dragonborn’s come! Now would be a good time to get rid of her!” Surely, since the portal acted as a bridge to the realm of the dead Nordic heroes, Alduin would hear him, if he sounded the alarm loud enough. “Lord Alduin! You need to get here at once!”
Usually, Nahkriin knew better than to order the god of destruction around. However, his own doom was slowly approaching as she held up an enchanted shield that absorbed whatever lightning bolts he threw her way. Out of frustration and fear, and wishing he too could hop into the portal of light and vanish, Nahkriin summoned all his power and channelled it into a strike deadly enough to temporarily break the magic of the shield.
At least it would have. If it hadn’t gone wide and blasted the pillar next to the Dragonborn. “Oops,” he muttered.
“Fuck.” That was the only word Maeva got out before a ton of rock collapsed on her. Throwing up the shield to protect her head, she felt her arm smack painfully against the helmet before her feet were swept out from under her and the sky darkened as the stones rained down on her and blackness blotted out the sun.
Re: A Warrior's Heart 3/
Date: 2013-02-22 03:25 pm (UTC)Is.
Adorable!
Re: A Warrior's Heart 3/
Date: 2013-02-22 04:45 pm (UTC)I wonder if he´ll come to apologise to her XD
Re: A Warrior's Heart 3/
Date: 2013-03-21 10:39 pm (UTC)I really like the difference between how Nahkriin is seeing the battle, and how Maeva sees it! *giggles*
Also, I swear this story isn't showing up in Delicious - there isn't a char:nahkriin tag, that I could find, nor is it linked under kink:daedra.
Re: A Warrior's Heart 3/
Date: 2013-03-21 10:41 pm (UTC)Brain, where are you today? Sorry!