(Reyvin's pov)
"Ugh" I grunt as I drag myself from the destruction tower, my everything ached sothing fierce as I barely managed to crawl on.
One day Faralda! One day it will be you getting your shit kicked in, mark my words!
I make my way to the dorms and plop myself into an armchair, drifting off into a light sleep.
My impromptu nap is interrupted by Morrigan sitting down on the chair across the table from , looking as ntally exhausted as I am physically.
I blink myself awake and ask with a smirk "Aww, is the young alchemist regretting her life choices again?"
She lets out a tired groan that radiates desperation "Please, I just had to listen to the virtues of properly processed moon sugar for six hours, I really don't need your childish jokes right now Reyvin"
I snort and raise an eyebrow and say with a tone of dramatic mockery "But Morrigan, think of the money you can earn!"
She slumps deeper into the chair and clutches her head in her hands "Yes, but is it even worth it?"
I let out a surprised breath "Wow, that bad huh?"
She groans again "Worse"
I leave her to rest for a bit while I grab so coffee and snacks.
After I sit back down, receiving a muttered thanks, I ask "Seriously, I get that the man is a genius, but what is the point of that if he can't even teach properly?"
Morrigan shakes her head "He can actually teach, that isn't the problem, everything he says is actually right in its own unhinged way... But the man is so obnoxious with his bullshit that it takes all my ntal energy to dig the actual lesson out from the wall of advice about going to la la land with the help of different herbs."
We sit in silence for a bit before I mutter "Man, the Khajiit must love him"
Morrigan laughs at this "Oh they do, out of all of his custors the Khajiit are by far the most nurous, the man managed to reduce the harmful effects of moon sugar... they almost worship him at this point"
I sigh at this. Farm tools, am I right?
She turns to now "And why do you look like a mammoth just had its way with you?"
I scratch my cheek "Well, I may or may not have accidentally offended Faralda and she decided to reward my audacity by giving extra lessons..."
She gives a mocking smile "Aww, is the young battlemage regretting his life choices again?"
My eye starts twitching.
Now a gleeful look on her face she continues "But Reyvin, think of all the people you will defeat!"
"Boo." I say in a deadpan tone and et her eyes while channeling so Magicka.
She jumps over her chair and gets behind it, I start laughing my ass off.
She gives a murderous look and hisses like a scared cat "What the fuck was that?"
I tone down my laughter, but my voice is still filled with mirth "Modified fear spell, works with eye contact"
Now her eye starts twitching "You are so lucky I can't turn you into a popsicle in the dorms" "As if you'd even be able to hit " I raise my nose at her.
She gets even more annoyed now "Oh really?"
I give her a mocking smile "Really."
She slams the table "Fine! Get your ass to the training grounds right now!"
I shrug and get up, following her.
The next hour was spent with her trying to penetrate my defenses with predictable results, even if she by so chance got through my wards, none of her spells were strong enough to get through the absolutely busted enchantnt on my robes.
Well, they were busted at our level.
She left the training ground in defeat, not without oh so generously giving a couple of tips about destruction.
(general pov)
Later that day, as Reyvin was finishing up with his final enchantnt order, he was
interrupted by soone.
Turning from his work he noticed a Dunr, wearing what looked to be the gear of a Telvanni lawman.
After thinking for a mont Reyvin spoke "What does Master Dyrren want?"
The other Dunr takes out an elongated wrapped up package "The Master has, at his daughter's request sent you one of his staves" his tone filled with an utter lack of interest.
Reyvin nods "Yes, I will make sure to give her a copy of the notes later today then"
The lawman nods and leaves, not even introducing himself.
'ass.'
Reyvin unpacks the staff and looks it over, it is made of what looks to be charred wood and covered in dunri runes, it lacks the usual ornantation but at least the color sche complents his robes.
The runes themselves seem to have been made to allow for better channeling of pyromancy specifically, but there is one extra set that Reyvin is unable reocgnise.
Not touching the staff just in case and taking so ti to read through a dunri rune catalogue in the library he is at the sa ti furious and horrified.
'Of fucking course, just when I think 'hey maybe these Telvanni aren't so bad' the world has to remind that: Yes the dunr mages are retarded on purpose and not even good sense will protect you from it! Thank fuck I am paranoid...'
Throwing the staff, now identified to hold a constant ntal suggestion for the wielder to want to serve the maker, against the wall with telekinesis Reyvin starts muttering "So this is how you want to play it eh you old fart? Fine then, I will show you what happens to Telvanni retards that dare fuck with a Dagoth!"
At this mont Sergius walks in to the scene of a young Dunr's angry muttering "Are you doing alright there Reyvin?"
Said elf turns sharply to the teacher "No I am not doing alright." then takes a deep breath and starts talking more calmly "Apparently our resident staff maker isn't nearly as genial as he
portrays himself"
The old Imperial asks with so trepidation "And what exactly do you an by that?"
Reyvin points to the staff lying on the ground, still intact and warns his teacher not to touch it
but examine it.
Sergius takes his ti looking it over, his gaze growing more furious by the mont, he calms himself and says "Good, I am glad you had the good sense to check the enchantnt, this one is particularly dangerous, if you started using it any thoughts of rebelling would just be removed from your mind without you noticing"
Reyvin continues with his muttering "I am going to end his pathetic life"
Sergius goes to interrupt what he sees as soone suicidal but Reyvin raises a hand "Don't worry I am not an idiot, I will remove the mind-control from the staff and pretend that he succeeded, behaving as a docile little servant when he wants it. When he least expects it I will show him in great detail the teachings of phala."
Sergius blanches a bit at the ntion of the Daedra but still nods "If you need any help with this, know that the college has your back"
Reyvin nods "Of course, if I fail I will naturally need soone to save my foolish self" making the Imperial chuckle "Now lets get to modifying this damn staff, I don't want the 'wise
master' to suspect sothing"
They get to work and Reyvin starts spinning plans on how to punish the audacious Telvanni,
his thoughts are interrupted by a notification.
[phala watches your actions with great interest]
Reyvin groans ' and my stupid mouth'
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