I walked up to ridia's Alter. No voice really spoke to like the normal quest. I waited a second and just took out the Beacon. Placing it onto the alter it glowed slightly and nothing changed. I raised an eyebrow and rolled my eyes.
"Oh ridia hear my call. Let into your temple so I may slay and imprison the necromancer that resides within." I stepped back as the Beacon bood with light.
"You wish to slay Malkoran for and yet you serve other Daedric Princes. So of which directly oppose ."
I laughed, "Serve is a strong word. The artifacts I have on I either stole, looted, or weaseled into my hands."
ridia scoffed, "Oh, perhaps this is true. Did you not just speak to a monstrosity." It made sense ridia would see that. However that was a minor issue. "Intellect without wisdom, knowledge without purpose. Aren't you the Daedric prince of Light? You don't seem very illuminated. Heh."
The last part was mostly a joke, however I got the point across. I was the only one that was currently able and available to purify her shrine. ridia stayed silent. Just because they were a daedric prince didn't an facts and logic didn't work on them. The worst thing that happens if they send so other person after .
Suddenly I was jerked into the sky. I held my breath as I was launched up just like in the ga. The height however made my stomach leap into my throat as I choked. When I stopped ridia laughed at my fear. "Scared of heights? As expected from a mortal. Even if you can provide a coherent argunt you are only mortal."
I took a deep breath and did my best to relax my body. "If you could speak to down below, why bring up here."
She laughed, "I wish to judge you for myself mortal. You are a suitable fighter, I'll admit you may be able to help . You are also right that currently I cannot be picky. Even if you don't beco my champion, I do not want my sacred shrine defiled anymore."
She made an obvious noise of contemplation. "I will watch you closely, and I will give you 5 hours to clean my temple of the undead filth. You will guide my light through the shrine. With each beacon lit the greater my radiance within the shrine. Once all the beacons are filled I will be able to restore my shrine to its glory. Malkoran the necromancer defiling my temple will likely be protecting the final beacon. Coincidentally it is the sa beacon that holds Dawnbreaker. You may take it as a prize of helping . However that is only if you complete this mission within the ti fra I have given you."
She went silent and I dropped to the ground once more. The feeling made sick again, but as I landed I received a new effect.
So she really was watching , I opened my effects and looked at it the description. Sure enough it was more or less what I expected. It did give a 1% boost to all damage to undead creatures though. So it wasn't useless.
Other than Lich's bane and Flaming Familiar I didn't have many direct thods of killing the undead. So I had nothing to prepare. ridia's voice rang in my ears. "Hurry! Stop lollygagging."
How was a daedric prince so free to harass like this? I made my way to the front door and when I pushed it open I choked on the sll. I had never slled sothing so bad, this was worse than the normal sll of crypts. I held my breath as I got used to the stench.
I picked up the Unique Imperial Helm at the front door. Truthfully it was likely no longer a unique item. However I knew it was still likely an artifact of a slightly older era. ridia spoke, "Ah, I rember this one. He was a champion of mine a hundred years ago or sothing. He was never as good as Umaril. However I needed to make a few extra champions after what you called the Oblivion crisis."
That was a rather weak version of events. I did wonder about sothing though, "ridia? Why do Necromancers target you and your believers?"
The Daedric Prince said nothing. Even as I ca to the first pedestal that would guide the light through her shine. The beam refracted through the beacon and it beca brighter. ridia scared as she spoke again making jump. "The undead created from corrupting my light are stronger than others. Those like Malkoran beco cursed from doing this however. They are banished into my realm when killed. This is where I can place my own judgent upon them. So do not dare to imprison Malkoran for yourself."
Her next words made my bones shake as it vibrated through my body, "HE IS MY PRISONER. REMBER THAT MORTAL."
I nodded, "Sure, I just wanted to know."
It seems she could sense my thoughts going in that direction. I also pulled the stray thoughts about an extra powerful vampire created from ridia's light. Soon a ca to the first corrupted shade. Those stray thoughts were pulled further went I felt pure disgust at the creature. I sliced through its neck killing it instantly. The next shade I did the sa, but it didn't die. It seems the first strike was a critical hit.
ridia spoke as I killed the shades, "You have a strong hatred for the undead. Stronger than so of my other champions. If it wasn't for your mind set you would make for a good champion."
To say I had strong hatred for the undead was ridiculous. I hated those that turn themselves or use the undead more. I made no comnts to the daedric prince. Personally having a godly being hover over my shoulder was more annoying.
I activated the pedestal with the beacon and continued on. Due to an old cave-in I had to take the detour. A corrupted shade was hidden along the path and nearly stabbed . I dodged though and cut straight through it.
I got to the thick iron doors that led deeper into the shrine. Well, technically they led outside first. Moving along the outside of the shrine I found a large locked chest. I inspected it a little bit and kicked the lock on the chest. The chanism broke and the latch fell off. Sadly it only contained a pocket of gold, an athyst and a enchanted mace. I would sell the mace later.
For now I moved towards the door that led back into the shrine. At this point I pulled out so oil and poured it over the pale blade. With it now coated in oil I set it on fire. The sounds of squeals and cracks ca from the sword. I swung it a few tis anyway it swung fine and I moved forward.
Most of the dungeon was repetitive killing of Corrupted Shades. The room up head was literally filled with them. I lted through them though cutting through each of them with a single slash. It seed corrupted shades had a greater weakness to fire than normal undead. I suppose that made sense telling they were ghosts that had physical bodies. It made sense they had a greater weakness to sothing like fire.
When the corrupted shades were killed ridia spoke. "Now activate my beacons and guide my light further into the temple."
In the old gas Malkoran would remain unaware of your presence. However I had a feeling he would know. I activated the next pedestal and I felt the room grow warr. The stench of the dead also seem to be replaced by sothing I didn't recognize.
The light that was redirected toward the next pedestal was even brighter. I sighed however it was the one that required parkour. Thankfully it wasn't hard. I got to the pedestal and I covered my eyes when I activate it since the light grew even brighter.
ridia's voice bood, "Yes! Feel my presence! March on my little knight. Hahaha!"
I couldn't help frowning, and just accepted this was how Daedra were. I had one more pedestal in this room to activate. I ran into more corrupted shades the flas of my sword were dying out though and by the ti I slashed through the last shade the pale blade was no longer burning.
I looked at the pale blade and it was covered in cracks. Sure enough a frost enchanted sword being covered in burning oil damaged the blade. I put the sword away, I wouldn't need it anymore anyway.
Marching on through a different set of iron doors. I arrived at the second to last pedestal. After activating it the light was piercing through the temple. I heard Malkoran and his shades stir in the room up ahead. I got on one knee to lower myself out of sight and began spell casting. I started with Detect undead actually. I counted 5 corrupted shades, and to my surprise I could see Malkoran. It seems he was in the process of turning into a lich.
The next step I casted the alteration spell texture. I turned the stair case into a slick surface. Soon I heard a pair of doors open below . Malkoran or perhaps one of his shades was coming over. I began spilling oil down the changed staircase.
A quickly summoned a familiar and began pouring oil across the ghostly wolf. I sent it forward and it followed my command running past the corrupted shades that arrived at the stair case. The familiar made a further trail of oil. It's ultimate goal was to tackle Malkoran and cover him in oil as well.
I smirked as I felt the familiar die after a struggle for its life. With a smirk I stepped back as the corrupted shades tried to stumble up the changed stair case. Keeping with my plan I summoned a flaming familiar.
With a single whisper. "Go my child." The wolf jumped forward and crashed into the corrupted shades. The explosion released a wave of heat as it caught the oil on fire as well. The trail of oil created by the first familiar was also set a blaze the fire as a whole wasn't as big as the one at the stairs. However shortly after it began burning I heard Malkoran scream out.
The corrupted shades soon lted into puddles of ghostly goo. I jumped over the burning oil as it began dying out as well. The trail of oil had completely stopped burning except for so cinders. Malkoran was limp over on the ground. I could see him breathing though.
ridia spoke once more, "Yes, now draw my blade, Dawnbreaker! Drive it through his wretched heart!"
Malkoran coughed, "How dare you interrupt my plans!"
I stepped on his back shoving him to the ground. He wheezed and winced from his fresh burns. I activated the last pedestal. The light pierced through the room and I almost felt empowered by its arrival. While Malkoran seed to get even weaker beneath . The pedestal shifted and Dawnbreaker rose from it.
I pulled it from the pedestal and Malkoran scoffed, "If I had a little more ti it would've been mine! I would've been a Lich with the most powerful undead artifact by my side."
I laughed, "Sorry to say buddy, but even if you corrupted it. It wouldn't be the most powerful." I drove the sword threw his chest and he never had the chance to beco a corrupted shade as Dawnbreaker exploded with holy fire. His body beca more burned and he slowly beca ash.
I laughed at the possibility of a Duskbreaker. Depending on what it did it could've been interesting. However, comparing Malkoran to the undead beings I knew? Dawnbreaker would've beco severely weakened and beco closer to a simple cursed sword. Malkoran was a minor necromancer who was relying on the effects ridia had ntioned.
ridia laughed echoed throughout the shrine. "Your soul is mine for punishnt Malkoran! I will use it as fuel for the fire of my sauna. Hahahaha!"
Vivid images of the daedric prince in a hot tub flicked through my mind. I swiftly kicked them from my headspace. ridia may look like a woman, but they were called princes. The other forms of daedric princes also made move away from any related thoughts.
For now I inspected Dawnbreaker, my new sword. It was the strongest sword I could acquire right now without having to make one myself. Not to ntion I could upgrade it with ebony and the arcane smithing perk. Which I acquired with my Atmora Inheritance.
Second Dawnbreaker's enchantnt was the best for dealing with well everything. Most living things burn naturally after all. The enchantnt will also never weaken since it was a daedric artifact. The oathblade's enchantnt ran out and the pale blade was only slightly stronger. So Dawnbreaker was the best weapon I could acquire.
With ridia done mocking Malkoran she turned her attention to . I felt my body jerk and my body pass through the walls of the shrine and I rose into the sky. This ti I was a little more prepared. So I didn't feel like throwing up imdiately.
ridia laughed as she spoke to . "Well, are you satisfied with my blade? Are you willing to beco my champion now mortal?"
Catching my stomach, my mouth grew into a smirk once more. From here on I would be negotiating so future prospects. "It's not bad, except from what I can see... It is a fraction of the powerful artifact it was described to be in the legends. In fact after inspecting it..."
I heard ridia grumble, "Mortal you are getting on my nerves."
I backed up with my words, "My lady ridia I am only saying, shouldn't you guide on the path to restore it's power?"
The Daedric Prince laughed, "The more you speak the more I think i am warming up to you... All the while reminding of my mortal nesis and her followers."
I clicked my tongue, I decided to be honest. "Like I would serve phala. If I am not willing to serve one of the more righteous daedric princes why would I serve one of the heathenistic princes." I paused for a second and ridia made voiced nothing so far. So I continued, "Everything dies, when I die, I prefer not to be aware of that fact. Being in service of a daedric prince tends to ss with that fact."
I paused, when ridia stayed silent I continued. This ti however I spoke about the creeping ambitions that I was forming. "Dozens if not hundreds of mortals which to be gods or the like. I am no different. However I don't wish to be one in the sense that the Daedric princes are. Nor do I want to be a being like Talos who ascended to the seat of Aedra. I want to be a human god, a truly human divine being. One that remains on Nirn to guide others."
ridia remained silent for a log ti and I debated about speaking once more. However the Daedric Prince soon burst into laughter once more. "I like your ambitions! The Aedra were fools and Talos... Tiber Septim. I do not like him either, a fool he was. Mortals had other human gods, though few stand the test of ti. The Daedric Princes however, we conflict constantly to the point it is tiring. I understand you Vek Frostwane."
The sky seed to glow more intensely before and ridia's gaze on seed stronger. "I will not ask you to serve in death. However as you ntioned earlier. My blade, my artifact, is weaker than it should be. Restore it to its glory and slay undead with it and I will be satisfied and will not crush your dreams."
Her voice still trailed with hints of giggles. "Beco your human god. A god of human innovation perhaps. I will strike you a deal, one I normally would never make. Restore my blade beyond its forr glory and I will tell you how to permanently alter Daedric Artifacts. Weaving their fates into your own..."
The Sky seed to swell and I gulped. I felt her gaze clearly, my whole body actually trembled under the fraction of might she was showing . "Turning them into your own power. That is if you manage to restore my blade beyond its history. If you fail this deal, you will beco my champion even in death. I do not wish to lose such a interesting soul to the likes of Sheogorath or so other Daedric Prince."
I was sweating as the quest journal updated. Even without my consent the deal was made. I could feel it, I held onto my pride however. "Deal! I only request a hint!"
ridia laughed once more, "You alter the course of one Daedric artifact already didn't you?"
The sky blinded and I jerked forward. i was on the ground once more and my armor was soaked in sweat. I would need to wash it. I got up from the shrine and begun marching toward Solitude. I needed to beco a little more serious. I couldn't just say stuff like I did in the past.
-----I suggest reading the author's thought if you have a question about our MC's ambitions.----
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