“I wandered around for a bit, ran into a draugur deathlord; killed him and found you. Nisha laughed. “You’re such a smart ass.” Okan grinned. “That some kind of gay joke?” Alea cleared her throat. “If you two aren’t too busy we need to get out of here. Okan can you help Nisha walk, while I go on a head and try to find the others?” Okan nodded and helped Nisha to her feet. Moving down the hallway Okan couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched. The feeling was so strong that several times he stopped and turned just so he could be sure no one was behind them. “you can feel it too?” Okan nodded. Nisha shivered slightly. “the angry eyes of the spirits are upon us. We should not be here.” Okan shrugged. “not sure about that. But let’s get out of here anyways.”
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CHAPTER 9
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Okan ran his finger over the tip of his greatsword’s blade. Things were not going well. When they had first started moving the eye out of the ruins they had started with maybe 60 warriors, and a group of 9 orcs to pull the eye through the ruins. When they had started to move the eye the ruins had shifted and come alive breaking them up and separating them. since Okan Nisha and Alea had found their way back to the group they had found that only 20 of the 60 warriors had found their way back, and only 3 orcs were left from the original 9. Sighing Okan stood up and spoke. “we can't just keep sitting here; waiting. We need to get out of here and get the eye to the college.” Across from his a darkelf spoke. “we’re not going anywhere. We’ve still got friends in here. We’re not leaving until they find us.” Okan shook his head. “we haven’t seen any sign of life for an hour. I don’t think they’re coming.” The darkelf didn't speak but Okan watched as he became a bit paler.
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“Okan is right. We need to get out of here. The longer we sit here the longer the draugur have to fortify and dig into their positions.” Okan smiled to Alea as she unslung her bow and jerked her head down one of the passages in front of them. “I can smell fresh air coming from this passage. If we follow it we should find a way out.” another warrior spoke. “how can you smell fresh air? You’re no khajiit.” Okan saw Alea bite her lip. Of course Okan knew how laea could smell the air, she was using her werewolf senses. But if she actually said that it would cause a panic among the group and no doubt they would try and attack her. but to Alea’s credit she came up with a lie before Okan could speak. “I’m a member of the champions, my job is to go into caves and fight whatever is living in them. I know my way around them. now are you coming or not?” Okan grinned and took a step forward. “let’s go.” Turning Okan watched as the orcs pulling the eye looked at each other before gripping the large ropes and began to pull the large floating orb.
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ASUM’S POV
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He was standing in front of a large set of stairs. Blinking Asum looked around. He was standing in front of some kind of temple, in front of him hundreds of steps led upwards and into the temple. But Asum’s eyes widened as he looked up expecting to see the sky. Instead he found himself staring at a large piece of rock almost as large as a castle floating in mid air, simply hovering above him; held back by some unseen magic. Turning back towards the temple Asum found his body moved on its own, walking up the steps and towards the temple entrance. As he came to top of the stair he found himself flanked by a set of guards. As he stepped towards the door to the temple the guards moved and blocked his path; while one of them spoke. “you’re not permitted in here. Leave.” And before Asum could respond he felt on the guards grab him and push him backwards sending him crashing down the steps he had just walked up.
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Asum sat bolt upright his scales were drenched in sweat hit heart was pounding and his body was tense as though ready to fight for his life. As his heart rate began to return to normal Asum felt his scales itch. The dream had been so real; but what could it have meant? Breathing deeply Asum shifted so his legs were hanging off the bed. Putting his head in his hands Asum tried to focus on the dream and what it could have possibly meant. And yet when he tried to picture the dream he found himself unable to do so. As though the details had been blurred, and he could not remember the dream exactly. But his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door to his room. “yes?” a moment later the door opened and a darkelf poked her head into his room. “the arch mage wanted me to tell you that there is another class starting; if you’d like to sit in on it you may.” Asum smiled and nodded. As the elf closed the door behind her Asum slowly stood up and began to pull the robes he had been given back on. Even as he moved his could feel his muscles ach slightly. He’d never done much magic before, in fact if he thought about it he had probably done more magic this morning than he had one for most of his life. Wizards were not a common thing in blackmarsh. Many viewed magic as nothing more than trickery. Something for people who were too weak to fight.
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Pulling on the amulet he had been given Asum shivered as he felt the robe’s and amulet’s magic effects combine. Leaving his room Asum made his way out of the tower and back to the main hall where sure enough the students for the next class were beginning to congregate. Asum narrwed his eyes as he found the khajiit from before was also there. As he neared the group the khajiit spoke to him. “Thought you’d sit this one out. you know leave this to the real sorcerers.” Asum growled but was saved from a response when the teacher of the class; a female high elf with twin ponytails cleared her throat. “everyone shut up and pay attention.” As the class fell silent Asum watched as the elf began to pace in front of them. “Magic has many uses. It can heal, alter, even summon and conjure. But my art is older than that. My art is in fact the oldest form of magic there is. My art is using magic to cause harm.” And before the class the elf held out her hand. Asum’s eyes widened as from the elf’s palm a whirlwind of frozen air erupted.
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Asum watched as the hurricane of ice raced forward leaving a trail of ice on the ground and walls, before vanishing into a puff of steam. As the ice hurricane vanished the elf began to speak again. “don’t think you can do destruction magic like you use other magic. You can't just cast the spell and expect it to work. You have to want it. You have to want to cause pain; the person on the other side. You have to want them to feel your fury as they burn Alice. You have to want them to feel your power as their heart exploded in their chest from your lightning, to feel completely alone as they slowly freeze to death. Now I want each of you to move so you’re 5 arm lengths apart from each other.” Asum did as he was told his eyes narrowing slightly as he found the khajiit was next to him. Asum watched as the khajiit gave him a fast sneer. Asum felt the feathers on his head prickle and raise slightly as he let out a low hiss. He really didn't like this khajiit. “now, any mage can use all the elements. But most mages specialize in a single element; be it fire, ice, of lightning. For your first lessons we’ll be figuring out what your main element is.” Asum shivered; he wasn't sure how he felt about this lesson.
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OKAN’S POV
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Okan groaned as he felt the cold air of the outside world lick at his scales. If it was possible the mission had gone from bad to worse. they had lost 3 more warriors even as they fought through the ruins as s group. On top of that they were moving slower not only because they had lost an orc, but because they were all tired. But they couldn’t rest; the world outside the ruins could be just as if not more dangerous to them. Okan paused along with the other warriors so as to pull an animal pelt from his bag and wrap it around his chest and arms before turning as watching the 2 remaining orcs pull the hovering eye up and out of the cavern. As the eye floated though the door Okan felt his spine again shiver. Turning he surveyed the cliffs and snow banks around them. he could not shake the feeling they were being watched. But he had no time to investigate this feeling. He had to keep his mind focused. Turning back towards the eye Okan spoke. “everyone take a moment to collect yourselves and relax; down fatigue potions if you have them. we head out in 2 minutes.”
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Okan had been about to turn back away when a nord warrior stood up and spoke to him. “who put you in charge lizard?” Okan growled and lifted the front of his lips revealing rows of pointed razor sharp teeth. For added affect he flared his head feathers making them stand on edge. “I didn't see you stepping up back in the ruins nord boy. I’m leading because no one else is. Plus I’m a member of the companions.” Okan felt Nisha and Alea move so they stood behind him. a moment later Okan felt Nisha’s hand touch his shoulder as she spoke. “I can vouch for Okan. He’s more than qualified to lead this group.” The nord narrowed his eyes but did not speak again. As the group began to relax Okan turned to Nisha. “thanks.” Nisha shrugged. “no problem.” Kneeling down in the snow Okan closed his eyes and allowed his mind to stretch out. he’d learned long ago that a tense mind could be just as dangerous as a drunk mind. He needed to relax, needed to calm down so his brain was not thinking every shadow was an enemy. However 2 minutes went by in a flash and soon Okan was standing back up. “ok. Let’s go.”
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ASUM’S POV
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Asum shivered as he pulled the robes he was wearing closer to his chest. The lesson had not gone well. No matter how hard he had tried he’d been unable to cast anything other than simple ice and lightning spells. While the khajiit was able to cast journeyman level spells with ease. Gnashing his teeth together Asum tried to let go of his anger. But no matter how hard he tried he simply couldn’t. it boiled inside him like some kind of angry stew. He had been halfway through the main courtyard when he heard it; the whispers in the back of his head. Whipping around Asum growled, the feathers on his head standing up in anger. He expected to see the khajiit again, or perhaps some other sorcerer. But he found himself alone in the courtyard. And yet the whispers kept coming. So faint that he couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, but loud enough to distract him. pushing hi hands against his ears Asum tried to ignore the whispers but found it impossible. Clamping his eyes shut Asum tried to focus on other things. Tried to focus on the cold surrounding him, tried to focus on his anger at the stupid khajiit, tried to focus on his desire for Okan to return. And yet nothing worked, he could still hear the whispering in the back of his mind.
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Asum’s eyes snapped open as he shouted at the top of his lungs. “SHUT UP!!!!” the only response he got was the echo of his own shout. Perhaps all the recent magic he had used was playing tricks with his mind. Yes that must have been it. All he needed was to sleep. Turning towards the dorms Asum made his way to the tower, up the stairs and into his room where he stripped down and crawled into bed. He was alseep within moments.
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OKAN’S POV
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Okan’s eyes narrowed he could see the group up ahead. Slowing his walk Okan leaned in and spoke to Alea. “you and Nisha hang back. If things get ugly fire as many arrows as you can. Ok?” Alea nodded and seemed to vanish into the slow flurries.
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ASUM’S POV
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Slowly Asum sat up. At first he wasn't sure what had woken him. opening his eyes Asum blinked several times before yawning. As he did so however he found the source of the thing that had woke him up. Asum felt the sleep vanish from his body as his eyes fell upon a glowing trailing that was leading out of his room.
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AN: WELL FOLKS CHAPTER 9 IS DONE AND UP.
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SO WHO IS THE GROUP THAT OKAN IS ABOUT TO MEET? ARE THEY FRIENDS OR FOES?
AND WHERE IS THE GLOWING TRAIL TRYING TO LEAD ASUM?
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HOPE EVERYONE LIKES IT AND I HOPE TO GET A FEW COMMENTS ON THIS.