The life of the newest Court Mage of Solitude turned to a pleasant hectic rush after the great battle against the undead hordes had been won.
The grand celebration and royal hunt were altogether enjoyable experiences, but Reyvin only participated for as long as was politely required, seeing as he was the one to shank Potema himself, people were rather interested in bothering him, all the while Sybille looked at him with mock-pity.
At least he managed to get himself so extra privileges by getting honored by the High King himself and now could no longer be bothered by just anyone.
The first chance he got an excuse to escape the gatherings, he did so. The gains he got from the battles needed to be capitalized on, and spending days listening to Nords declaring their glory to the heavens was not sothing he felt was a worthwhile endeavor when compared to a new subschool of magic he got his hands on.
Speaking of the new magic, the to of shadows made for so very interesting reading. When one managed to get through all the taphorical and taphysical jargon of the ancient Aldr that wrote it, the to spoke of controlling both actual shadows and shadows in the sense of mories left behind from deeds or persons, by binding them to the caster through the dium of spells and rituals.
The to naturally contained the more basic combat spells one could find in any elental school, things like throwing spears made of shadows and strangling soone with their own shadow, but Reyvin found them to be unnecessary wastes of his ti as he could already do similar things far more efficiently with his other spells.
What did catch his attention were three specific things, a spell to traverse the shadows in an instant, a spell to shroud one's self in shadows, and a ritual to raise a servant composed of soone's remnant shadows, or more accurately raise the world's mory of soone in the form of a shade.
The spells he learned rather quickly, as it did appear he was blessed with so affinity for the elent.
The shadow step was an excellent early short-range teleportation spell, as it didn't require him to 'feel' the space he was traveling to, but rely perceive the target shadow itself.
The umbral shroud was rather simplistic in its application, one 'simply' had to drag shadows over themselves while in dark places and would beco almost invisible both to magical and mundane senses.
And then there was the shadow binder ritual, a surprisingly clean act requiring no real sacrifices besides so soul gems and enchanted items, it allowed for eternal, regenerating guardians to be bound to the caster and them alone, never to be taken from their control even in death.
The issue with the ritual was that it required a ridiculous upkeep in Magicka for any but the weakest shades and the power of the risen shadow heavily depended on the one being raised. Reyvin was forced to postpone gathering his new goon squad when he realized just how expensive they were, his excitent slowly turning into frustration. He was just about to rage in disappointnt when he got a brilliant idea. He had just captured the soul of a rather powerful necromancer the other day... one that was said to be able to upkeep entire armies...
It seed that the ti had co to create sothing beautiful.
(Reyvin's pov)
A month after my little scuffle with the dead Septim, my work was finally close to completion! When I asked Torygg to give a couple of weeks off to spend on the research he seed skeptical at having absent for so long, but the mont he took one good look into my manic eyes he wisely chose to 'reward my services' and let do my thing.
I had to make several trips to Winterhold and consult my Enchantnt teacher on multiple occasions while planning my masterpiece.
The patient old Imperial was both amazed and doubtful when I presented him with my idea, but he was certain of one thing, if I managed to complete it he would no longer be the only Master enchanter in the college.
Naturally, he also wasted no ti verbally lashing into an apologetic ss when he learned just what I was planning to use to power the whole thing.
During my stay in the library I also made sure to read up on so more illusion magic, the fear spell was extrely handy so making that more powerful was a must.
So there I was in my chambers atop the wizard's tower of the Blue Palace, every inch of the room was carved with runes of both draconic and arcane origin, turning the entire thing into a massive enchanting table.
I had thrown anything I didn't need out, making a complete ss of the entire tower, earning so very dissatisfied grumbling from my colleague. Thankfully the promise of an evening outing to the city after I finished my work saved from an early grave.
I placed the item I was about to create in the center of the containnt ward and took out the bound skull of Potema.
After one last look into what I felt was the still raging soul of the queen I crushed it without any hesitation and the imnse power it contained exploded all around .
Thankfully, my preparations seed to work as the entirety of the soul energy was imprisoned within my room and I got to work.
Usually, when I enchant objects I have an easy ti guiding the power, as the soul lacks a consciousness. This ti, however, I was forced to battle with the will of Potema and shred the remnants of her mind with my own while forcing it down into the artifact.
Potion after potion I was forced to down in singular gulps as I battled the tortured will of the ancient Queen, but after what felt like days of ntal struggle the enchantnt finally felt close to completion.
It was at this mont that she chose to strike.
Suddenly, and without warning I felt sothing heavy pressing onto my mind. Words in dovahzul attempting to command to obey and almost forcing down onto my knees. I felt my mind slowly starting to lose its coherence in front of the powerful soul that was trying to possess , but at that mont I felt sothing familiar...
The burning rage I felt when I first spoke to Potema, the disdain for anyone that might try and enforce their will on .
With a smirk and a ntal roar of will, I pushed the attempts of the dead Queen back and with one final scream of anguish from her royal bitchness, I felt the enchantnt click and a new tether attach itself to my soul.
My eyes were unfocused, but my spite kept up just long enough to mutter "Know your fucking place, trash." before I lost consciousness.
(Sybille's pov)
The mont the roaring energies died down I rushed into Reyvin's room to find him face- down on the ground, but still breathing, the item he was keeping from even glimpsing
nowhere in sight.
With an annoyed grumble, I pick him up and head to my room, passing next to a rather worried looking Davos who after seeing rely sighs and takes a swig of whatever swill he had with him at the mont.
As I lay him down on my bed I stare at my... lover? I am not sure now that I think about it...
I will leave those thoughts for later to deal with like a reasonable adult! Shoving my childish thoughts to the back of my head I take a long look at Reyvin, he seems to alright, if highly exhausted. I should leave him to rest but I am too curious as to what he made, so a stamina potion it is!
I quickly feed him one and he jerks up, and with a twitch of his finger teleports to a corner of my room. His gaze shifts all over the place at a frantic pace, making actually worried that
he did end up getting possessed.
Maybe I should call Savos after all...
Reyvin's twitchiness finally dies down and he sighs deeply "That was terrifying."
I scoff "Well you are the one that wanted to fiddle with a soul of that power, you deserve all
the fear and more."
He rolls his eyes "Well excuuuuse Mother, I was a tad excited at the prospect of a new toy and forgot such unimportant things like caution and self-preservation."
Oh you will call that and more when I am done with you! Wait... where in oblivion did that co from!? Hiding my slight blush, that he thankfully didn't notice, with a fake cough I ask "Were you at least successful?"
He nods excitedly and rushes to my mirror, spreading his arms dramatically he sends a tiny wave of Magicka inwardly and is imdiately clad in his imposing combat robes, now with the addition of an ebony crown/mask hybrid that sends a wave of terror everywhere the
mont it appears.
For so reason, upon seeing the spiked crown hiding his face the words 'witch-king' were
the first that ca to mind...
(Reyvin's pov)
The feeling of sheer power and control that my new artifact exudes feels almost as addictive as holding dawnbreaker, but this ti instead of it belonging to a literal light demon it belongs solely to myself, so instead of fearing the power or attempting to shield myself from
it I choose to revel in it.
My little power trip is interrupted by Sybille loudly clearing her throat, I take a deep breath and look at her, noticing just the tiniest flinch when our eyes et "So what do you think?" my voice cos out far deeper and more ominous than usual.
She takes a long look at and sighs tiredly "Have I ever told you you are a complete
monster?"
I raise a finger and say with false arrogance "I believe the word you are looking for is Master."
She blinks "There is no way you beca that good that quickly..."
I rely continue staring without elaboration.
She sighs while palming her forehead "Of course there is."
A light cackle leaves my throat "You should be happy you know, I might even give you a
discount."
Sybille gives a blank stare "Say that without your new toy making you sound like a Daedra about to eat alive and I might just believe you." Her deanor then shifts into a far more pleasant one "Now go and get ready, I don't care how tired you are I was promised drinks!"
I mock-bow "Of course madam." and turn to leave.
I rush past my empty room and quickly heat up a bath with my pyromancy, while I am relaxing
I finally get to check my progress for the past month.
[Mind: 25 => 30] Hmm... battling Potema's soul was definitely beneficial. Still, I rate 0/10 would not do that
again.
[Mag: 350 => 360]
[Conjuration adept: Umbramancy(Walk, Shroud, Bind)]
[Illusion apprentice => adept: fear aura, amplified voice, calm => mass calm] [Enchantnt expert => master: All skills combined into enchanting mastery, increasing both
the speed and strength of your enchanting]
Rushing through this information with a satisfied nod I finally get to the real reason I was
even looking at the system.
[War-Crown of Kogoruhn: A crown fit for a lord among sorcerers, infused with the soul of an ancient necromancer Queen of divine blood, this crown is one that even Daedra would covet. Royal Guard: Satisfies the Magicka needs of up to five powerful bound creatures on its own.
Draconic aspect: The tiny strand of Akatosh's power empowers the wearer's voice while at the
sa ti allowing for greater thu'um to be used without risk.
Draconic defenses: Resist all damage (10%)
Dread Aura: All. Shall. Bow.]
I try, I really do... but not even two seconds after reading the description I break out into a
maddened cackle.
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