As we are walking the still quiet streets of Windhelm my new... helper, yes let us go with helper, speaks up "So 'temp. boss' what exactly are we doing?"
I yawn "Well, the first thing I am doing is getting so sleep"
He lets out an annoyed grunt making snicker.
After a bit more walking I say "I am going to be visiting the alchemist on the market square in an attempt to obtain his life's work, you can just follow around or sothing I really don't need your more special services until we arrive at Solitude." He nods and we continue walking.
As I ponder future possibilities I get an idea and turn to Davos "Actually, do you have skills in detecting mundane traps and the like?"
He nods and looks at as if to say 'why did you even hire ?'
I roll my eyes at his reaction and say nothing.
We spend the night in one of the more luxurious inns in the grey quarter, which to be fair isn't saying much considering that by luxurious I really an containing the barest anities.
As soon as I get ready we leave, already having paid when we arrived. We walk towards the market square and see the streets grow noticeably less crowded and more prosperous, I can practically see Davos getting more and more angry, but he keeps a lid on it.
The market square is absolutely massive when compared to what one would see in the ga, if I had to make a comparison it was probably larger than a good part of the inga city. There were all manner of vendors present, but a noticeable lack of those of the more arcane variety, guess that the center of racism is also the center of superstition of Skyrim.
We take our ti weaving through the assembling crowd and take great care not to bump into people or get bumped into, I even felt soone try and pickpocket but wasn't at all worried as all of my valuables were safe in my storage.
A small part of wanted to blow it out of proportion, and I do an blow, as in fireball but I controlled my inner pyromaniac and satisfied myself with rely making the pickpocket slip and fall on his face with telekinesis, I think I heard a very light snicker from Davos at this.
Finally we arrived at our destination, The White Phial alchemy shop.
I open the door and am surprisingly greeted with the sa scene from the ga, with the old Altr assuring his apprentice he will be fine in a tired old voice.
The apprentice, Quintus if I rember correctly shakes his head "Master, you are far too old to make the journey, we don't even know what lurks in those caves."
Nurelion goes to assure him again but barely gets out an "I can ju-" before he is stopped by a fit of coughing.
His student forces him to sit down "You aren't well to even work much less travel, sit down and I will fetch you so tonic." and walks off to the back rooms, not paying even a bit of attention to us.
I walk over to the counter and greet the old elf "Master Nurelion, it is an honor to et an alchemist of your renown"
He scoffs at "Oh stop with that and tell what you want."
'Rude' I ignore the grouchy asshole's tone and focus on why I am here "If you don't mid asking, what was that argunt about?"
He seems to be almost happy he can complain to soone other than his student if his tone is anything to go by "Oh just an old r's life's work, is all. I've finally derived the location of the white phial, but my doting busybody of an apprentice won't let go out and fetch it."
I raise an eyebrow "I an, not to be another busybody as you call it but you do look like you can barely stand"
He waves off "I know that, but I can't let the opportunity to finally discover the secret go!"
I humm for a bit and shrug "I could get it for you if you wish"
He looks over for the first ti since I arrived and scratches his beard "Yes, you do feel powerful, you could help this old man indeed. The Phial is buried with it's maker Curalmil, in a long forsaken cave west of Windhelm."
His gaze turns dreamy "Curalmil was a crafty one, even in death. You would need the skill of a master alchemist to reach its resting place" And then gives a proud look "Luckily for us, I have already created the complete mixture" offering it to he says "Here, take it. And dont dally I don't have much ti left!"
I take the concoction and while I pretend to place it within my robes I ask "Why IS the phial so important to you anyway?"
He sighs tiredly "I have spent my entire life searching for it. It even brought to this frozen land from Sumrset"
"Lucky for you" I mumble and he gives an affirmative grunt.
"Entire years I have spent in libraries and small hosteads, seeking out even the smallest hints of the phial's location." He seems to have aged even more as he speaks "I even nad my shop after it in hopes of attracting any who might have heard of it... And now that it is within my grasp, it seems the gods decided to choose for their amusent"
I nod at his story, pretending to be respectful "A worthy quest indeed, I will set out imdiately and find the phial for you with utmost speed"
He makes an expression that I think is ant to be encouraging but just makes him look even older and more worn out.
I leave the shop followed by Davos and head to the gates of Windhelm, as we close in on them
I mutter "I really hope that there are no asshole guards today, my hands feel really itchy to burn sothing right now"
The derisive chuckling of Davos is not reassuring.
There were indeed asshole guards at the gate, but through the incredible power of being used
to peoples bullshit I manage to not introduce their insides to fresh air.
Checking out the map Nurelion gave I learn that the cave is about half a day west northwest from Windhelm, thankfully it is just a straight path there with no annoying mountaineering we would have to do.
Now that I think about it, if it was so close to a big city how co it took people so long to discover the place?
Maybe Nords are really just a people designed by the gods to disappoint ... I an seriously, they turned from a group of mountain-breaking shouting barbarians into just a worse version of the imperials, and now I am empathizing with Ulfric's opinions which is a thought I kill as soon as it enters my mind.
The trip to the forsaken cave is thankfully free of any interruptions, and there was an entire hour during the day where the temperature was above freezing!
After getting to the marked location and a bit of searching we manage to find the cave entrance hidden behind so large trees and piled up stones, the passage inside is thankfully wide enough for us to enter and the mont we do we are almost blinded by the lights
reflected against the perma-frozen walls.
Adjusting my eyes a bit I also notice a terrible stench of blood and excrent.
Davos, who entered behind takes a sniff and after a bit of thinking whispers "Trolls."
Nodding at his words I cast muffle on the both of us and all the other preparatory spells on myself, before descending further into the cave.
Instead of the Nordic ruin I was expecting, the frozen natural cave goes on for so ti, and just when I am about to ask where the trolls were we finally notice them. Three snow trolls standing around a fire eating the remains of sothing distinctly human-looking.
This was also the first ti I actually saw a troll in this life, and let tell you they are far more intimidating than one might imagine, two and a half ter tall hunks of muscle with arms larger than my torso.
Thankfully I am a mage, so there is no need to get anywhere close to these monsters. I point Davos to a corner and he gives a quizzical look but I rely point again and summon my staff, he shrugs his shoulders and hides.
The trolls don't seem to have noticed us yet so I take my ti overcharging a fireball, one of them sniffs the air and abruptly turns toward but it is already too late as all he sees is a glowing ball of red flas that soon hit him in the face detonating into a beautiful explosion. The troll I hit directly is almost completely disintegrated while another seems to have lost an arm and a leg, the final one appears to be rely singed and with a roar charges at with surprising speed, I fire a lightning beam at it destroying one of its hands but it soon reaches and just as it is about to swipe my head clean off with its remaining hand I use my Magicka-enhanced strength to swing my bladed staff and remove its head in one movent. While I revel in the feeling of power I got from destroying such dangerous creatures I notice the last troll slowly crawling towards with fury in all three of its eyes, and while I do appreciate their choice of ocular evolution, there is only one fate awaiting it. I put the creature out of its misery with a lightning bolt and hear Davos exit his hiding spot behind .
He mutters with so surprise "Since when were you able to do all that? The last ti I saw you you barely threw around firebolts"
I smirk behind my mask and shrug my shoulders "Just because most magi are lackwit idiots who spend more ti training their fetchers and getting drunk doesn't an I have to follow
their example"
He shakes his head "You are what... 20? 25?"
"17"
I can see his eyes trying to escape his face as he mutters "What the fuck..."
I cackle quietly "The house of Dagoth is a path to many abilities, so might consider...
unnatural"
Davos blinks and then seemingly forces himself back into the present "Yeah sure, whatever you say Sharmat junior, lets get on with this I really need a drink."
I humm as we walk deeper into the cave "Sharmat junior eh? I think I will keep that one"
He stumbles for a second but proceeds to ignore .
After a couple more turns we are finally t with an old Nordic door that looked like it hasn't
been opened for eras. I approach it and after we both confirm there are no traps enter the
actual place we were here for.
Ti to raid so dead Nords! For the honor of Morrowind of course, not at all the loot.
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