Olria felt like she was drowning. As Farengar’s spell mended her body, the blood pooling in her lungs dissipated. She raked in a harsh gulp of air, her muscles spasming. Shock radiated outward from her bones as they grated into their proper alignment. Agony rippled throughout her entire being as the man’s magic stamped shut wounds and jerked body parts back to their rightful places.
Olria struggled upright as Farengar collapsed beside her. His light had gone out, but she could still see the glowing eyes surrounding them. She gripped the man’s shoulder. The draugr were only steps away, and she didn’t have enough magicka to cast Circle of Protection for a second time. Not after warding off the fierce flames of a dragon.
The woman climbed her feet, knees wobbling. She stood over Farengar’s prone form, glancing left and right down the hall. A Ward would only hold them off for so long, until her magic depleted. She didn’t know if Farengar would regain consciousness anytime soon. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have the energy to fend off the corpses.
There was only one alternative available to her.
Olria lifted her both her hands to the draugr wielding the axe. The creature raised its weapon, ready to strike. Olria gritted her teeth and shot Flames from her palms.
The spell was a hundred times that of what she’d performed for Farengar on those first days at Dragonsreach. The inferno engulfed the undead creature. It screeched and staggered backwards. Olria whipped around to face the other direction, shooting Flames at two more draugr.
The creature were stubborn. Their flesh melted from their bones, but they continued to shamble closer. Olria didn’t feel horror, exactly. Her mind was too blank for that. She felt only a strange sort of fascination as she stared into their ghostly, glowing eyes. Since they needed a little more encouragement to lie back down on the ground like the dead should, Olria shot Ice Spikes at them.
Spears of ice threw the draugr off their feet. In fact, the chill daggers sent them soaring down either end of the hall, deep into the shadows beyond Olria’s sight. The corridor became silent. The undead were dead again.
Olria crouched by Farengar’s head. Pain stabbed through her midsection and legs. She sucked in a breath. She hoped whatever internal damage Farengar hadn’t been capable of healing would not kill her, because she only had the enough magicka to summon a globe of Candlelight.
She shook the man’s shoulder and called his name. After a while, Farengar stirred. He squinted up at her for a moment before he realized where they were. Then he clutched the front of Olria’s robes. “Are you okay?” he rasped.
She gave him a weak smile. “Yes, thank you. You saved my life.”
“You saved mine first.”
Olria wanted to bend down to kiss him, but her body hurt too much. She winced, leaning her shoulders on the wall. Her head fell against the chilly stone. Farengar crawled closer. He rested his head on her thigh, his eyelids sagging closed. Olria felt her own body coaxing her to sleep, but she resisted the enticing pull. If they both closed their eyes, they wouldn’t know if the draugr reawakened in this dark corridor.
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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 5f/?
Date: 2013-10-06 11:03 pm (UTC)Olria felt like she was drowning. As Farengar’s spell mended her body, the blood pooling in her lungs dissipated. She raked in a harsh gulp of air, her muscles spasming. Shock radiated outward from her bones as they grated into their proper alignment. Agony rippled throughout her entire being as the man’s magic stamped shut wounds and jerked body parts back to their rightful places.
Olria struggled upright as Farengar collapsed beside her. His light had gone out, but she could still see the glowing eyes surrounding them. She gripped the man’s shoulder. The draugr were only steps away, and she didn’t have enough magicka to cast Circle of Protection for a second time. Not after warding off the fierce flames of a dragon.
The woman climbed her feet, knees wobbling. She stood over Farengar’s prone form, glancing left and right down the hall. A Ward would only hold them off for so long, until her magic depleted. She didn’t know if Farengar would regain consciousness anytime soon. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have the energy to fend off the corpses.
There was only one alternative available to her.
Olria lifted her both her hands to the draugr wielding the axe. The creature raised its weapon, ready to strike. Olria gritted her teeth and shot Flames from her palms.
The spell was a hundred times that of what she’d performed for Farengar on those first days at Dragonsreach. The inferno engulfed the undead creature. It screeched and staggered backwards. Olria whipped around to face the other direction, shooting Flames at two more draugr.
The creature were stubborn. Their flesh melted from their bones, but they continued to shamble closer. Olria didn’t feel horror, exactly. Her mind was too blank for that. She felt only a strange sort of fascination as she stared into their ghostly, glowing eyes. Since they needed a little more encouragement to lie back down on the ground like the dead should, Olria shot Ice Spikes at them.
Spears of ice threw the draugr off their feet. In fact, the chill daggers sent them soaring down either end of the hall, deep into the shadows beyond Olria’s sight. The corridor became silent. The undead were dead again.
Olria crouched by Farengar’s head. Pain stabbed through her midsection and legs. She sucked in a breath. She hoped whatever internal damage Farengar hadn’t been capable of healing would not kill her, because she only had the enough magicka to summon a globe of Candlelight.
She shook the man’s shoulder and called his name. After a while, Farengar stirred. He squinted up at her for a moment before he realized where they were. Then he clutched the front of Olria’s robes. “Are you okay?” he rasped.
She gave him a weak smile. “Yes, thank you. You saved my life.”
“You saved mine first.”
Olria wanted to bend down to kiss him, but her body hurt too much. She winced, leaning her shoulders on the wall. Her head fell against the chilly stone. Farengar crawled closer. He rested his head on her thigh, his eyelids sagging closed. Olria felt her own body coaxing her to sleep, but she resisted the enticing pull. If they both closed their eyes, they wouldn’t know if the draugr reawakened in this dark corridor.
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