I groan slightly as I open my eyes, after looking around for a bit it appears I sohow ended up in one of the luxury rooms. I prepare to get up but stop when I notice a weight on my chest under the covers.
'please don't be a dude, please don't be a dude, please don't be a dude..'
I lift the cover and am t with the sight of gold skin and orange-brown hair.
I blink a couple of tis 'This is..... better? I think...'
My nightly companion stirs and slowly opens her eyes, eting my own.
I stare at her for a bit and slowly ask "So... how exactly did this happen?"
Faralda of all godsdamned people gives one of her signature chilling smiles "Why Reyvin, you already forgot your declarations of eternal love to ?" and then makes a small pout.
I roll my eyes and chuckle "I know I was drunk, but I sure as hell was not that drunk"
Suddenly I receive an electric shock on my leg and spasm slightly "Ok, ok, point taken."
Faralda lets out a tired laugh "Don't worry my dear student, we rely got drunk and decided to have so 'fun'"
"Riiight..." I drawl out, and then a terrifying thought assaults my mind "Please tell it was a safe day for you" I ask in a very concerned voice voice.
She laughs and gives a teasing look "Have no fear, even if you were rather careless last night there won't be any little Dagoths running around"
I let out a relieved sigh, I am not ready to deal with children again, or for the next five decades thank you very much!
We both lie down in silence and just when I am about to drift off to sleep again I hear a knock on the door, from the other side I hear one of my employees speak "Master Reyvin, it is well past morning, you told us to wake you if you slept in"
I groan and yell back "Thank you, ill be up in a minute" I turn to Faralda "Well, I guess it's ti to get going, you need anything?"
She shakes her head "No, you can go on." and adds with a pout "I will stay for a bit longer, I am quite worn out and I refuse to get up this early."
I chuckle and get up, summoning my robes because actually dressing normally is for peasants. "Well, with that nice ego boost to start my morning I am off, see you later then." I wave behind as I leave the room.
(A/n: Before anyone asks she is absolutely not the 'main waifu', this doesn't however an that the mc is celibate)
I walk down the stairs into the common room and the eyes of all those present turn to . Bor gets up from his chair, still groggy from last night, and asks dramatically "You are alive?!"
I narrow my eyes "And what is that supposed to an?"
I hear quiet chuckles around and Bor smirks "Well you did basically challenge the Master of destruction to a drinking competition and halfway through just throw her over your shoulder and carried her upstairs"
I blink slowly and let out a whistle "God damn, now I am disappointed I don't rember most of last night"
He approaches and shakes my shoulders "Seriously man how are you alive?"
I smirk "Well I guess she was too tired to kill after we were done"
Bor looks at with a hint of worship in his eyes and the rest of those present and awake start laughing.
I spend the rest of the morning drinking and asking around for impressions of the place, thankfully a lot of people really liked it and planned on coming here from now on, most of that was probably empty words but hey if at least so did beco long term patrons I was satisfied.
Things went back to the usual monotony after that day. My inn was turning a good profit with most of the visiting captains and the like preferring to sleep in the luxury suites instead the usual Nordic taverns, this also earned so nice connections, and when they heard about my enchanting skill that also netted so commissions as well.
The bathhouse was doing surprisingly well among the more wealthy parts of the city's population, and it was still becoming more and more popular due to the majestic view it provided the custors while they relaxed.
A month after the grand opening of the inn, my new ho was finally finished, and I had it furnished to be as comfortable as possible, money at this point was no great issue for as I was easily earning thousands every month.
The small manor was built in a similar style as the inn, and was just as tall with three floors and a basent for my ancestral shrine. The third floor contained most of my treasure and equipnt, I used a bit of inspiration from the Telvanni and made it accessible only through levitation and filled it to the brim with magical traps.
The rest of the house was what you might expect from a wealthy nobleman's ho, lavish furniture, a large well stocked kitchen, opulently decorated dining room and so on.
Finally the shrine itself, I wasn't really sure it's main function would work, as traditionally one had to place the ashes of their ancestors in it to call them forth, but I was hoping that wasn't a necessary component.
The door leading into the shrine was covered in traps and equipped with the best possible magical lock I could buy from Xelzaz. The reason for my paranoia was the fact that I had fully made the place a sixth house shrine, no not the Dagoth ur-era shrine but the ancient sixth house as my father in this life taught .
There were wind chis placed on all sides, positioned in such a manner to produce a calming lody in reaction to even the slightest of movents from the air, at the center of the wall opposite the door hung a house Dagoth beetle banner, colored in black and purple.
I even placed a small idol to phala in the corner, since she is already favoring there is no reason to be a little bitch about it. Though this did made her call cute in the most unsettling voice I could imagine, imdiately making regret my decision.
I prepared the ritual to summon the ancestors, only really expecting two to appear, my father and grandfather. The ritual itself consisted of making ceremonial offerings of food and wine, or the local equivalent so it wasn't all that hard to prepare, the annoying thing was the ti it took.
So after two whole hours of Dagoth damned chanting finally I got so kind of reaction, the smoke from the burnt offerings stopped flowing upwards and coalesced into a single ghostly form, I imdiately recognized the form of my father in this life and gave the required traditional bow.
Dagoth Vyren had the look of a stoic and grizzled old r, covered head to toe in battle scars and wearing imperial battlemage attire, he looked at for a long mont before speaking in a deep rumbling tone "So, you finally rembered your father Reyvin?"
I raise an eyebrow "Oh, and was I supposed to dig a shrine for you before your body even had the ti to cool off?"
He chuckles "No, I am just surprised it took you over a year to do it."
I give a wry smile "Weeeel, that may be because I am no longer in Cyrodiil"
Vyren narrows his eyes "Explain"
And so I spend the next hour explaining my adventures up to this point, oddly enough this too was a Dunr tradition, where the new generations would literally give reports to their dead
relatives.
After I finish my explanation with how I finally got to making the house, my father nods in satisfaction "Good, I am proud you found your own way, even if I would have preferred you joined the legion this is also a good path"
I roll my eyes at this "Oh yeah, let the nerd kid join the dumb ass legionaries, like that would end well." He stares at and I stare back for a bit before we both burst into chuckles.
After we grow quiet I decide to ask "I do have a question" he signals to go on with his hand "How exactly did you get yourself killed?"
He sighs "I was investigating so suspicious activities by Thalmor agents around Sancre Tor, the only thing I got was that the commander was a High Justiciar Finarfin but that was as far as I got before getting killed"
I narrow my eyes "I've recently encountered the sa na" He looks at worried for a mont and I explain the letter I found in the Dwer ruin.
"Be very careful with this, right now you might not have drawn too much attention from them because you were part of a group, but if you start targeting them they will find out and hunt
you down" he warns
I nod "Of course I am not an idiot"
My father snorts "Says the kid who straight up stabbed a Telvanni Master and had a talk with
phala in the sa day"
I cough into my hand to hide my instinctual embarrassnt that one can only feel in front of
their parent "Yes, that may have been... a bit hasty"
He looks at with a raised eyebrow as if to say 'a bit?'
Forcefully changing the topic I ask "So, I was expecting to see grandfather here as well, any reason he might have chosen not to appear?"
Vyren shakes his head "About a century after his death I tried summoning him ti and ti again in an attempt to make ands, but he is either unwilling or unable to be summoned."
I raise an eyebrow "Think his spirit might be stuck in the Red Mountain still?"
He nods "Possibly, though I wouldn't recomnd checking it out until you are very powerful and capable of surviving the current state of Vvardenfell"
"True... Ill keep that in mind. On a more interesting note, think you can show so
destruction tricks, now that I don't completely suck at it?"
My father hums and says faux-arrogantly "Hmmm, I guess I can be convinced to give up a secret of two to the lowly apprentice in front of "
I roll my eyes and he starts showing how to better cast so spells. After proving to him
that I am far better than he hoped he even tells how to better strengthen the third eye while doing Magika exercises.
This goes on for almost the entire day until late in the evening he is forced to leave to avoid going insane, we give each other a somber goodbye and I promise to summon him again in a
year.
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