C64 Dovahkiin Vulonke

I had new toys to try out, and I'm not talking about the staff...

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"Snow globe..."

That's what it looks like from afar—the college, that is. It appears that while I may have outpaced him, Ancano still gained the same level of control over the Eye as during the second time you fight him in the game. Well... it doesn't even matter, he's still gonna—

"Mew."

Hearing the call of my ever so trusty companion, I realize something, "Ah, yes. This could be a little dangerous, so I'm gonna let you out to play," taking Da Fluff out from their pouch, I tapped the top of their collar and then set them down—{mRoW!}—in the snow. "Oops," I tapped it again and the shivering stopped, though, it didn't do anything for 'the look' of damnation I was receiving.

Or, maybe this was my revenge for the earlier—interruption...

As I entered Winterhold, my figure started changing. Not because I was transforming, but because I was equipping armor, or better yet, it was equipping itself. — A storage space plus telekinesis and a simple, enchantment based AI, like the one in the Augur's balls... can do wonders for convenience. — All the time I spent in Labyrinthian wasn't only used on studying the staff, I also made some new armor while I was at it. Though, it's made from an enhanced ebony and not adamantium, as it would've taken too long, and since I've yet to perfect the formula, it would've been a waste as well.

{Error-error—smack}, "Work, damn y—ah, there we go."

Erm, well... maybe I didn't complete it yet, but there's nothing 'too' important missing. Just some joint parts, swords, a new cloak, and, um... all the parts that would let me wear it after transforming. — Baby steps, baby steps. — Oh, yes. It looks nearly identical to my last set, too, since I rather liked its aesthetic and most people already know it's look. The only real difference is that it's a bit sleeker, as this one has more compact internal structures that are made entirely from metal this time around.

"Eh? Look Pa, ain't that—" {slap}, "Shor's Beard! Have you no tact, boy!?"

Ignoring the locals, who were either hiding in their homes or fighting the Magic Anomalies, I made my way to the bridge. — And, of course, like any proper 'Hero' on his journey, dealt with the Anomalies along the way. — Once making it halfway across the bridge, I ran into the barrier that was steadily expanding; Tolfdir and some professors were fighting off some Anomalies as well.

"No! Don't come up here, it's too dangerous!" they didn't recognize me as the Dragonborn, or as myself, even though I had the same cloak on and just looked buffer.

Not paying any heed, I kept walking past them, only slowing down to put my left hand—the one with the bracer—on the barrier and start 'pushing' it back. Though, in truth, I was actually absorbing the energy that made up the barrier into my bracer. Tolfdir, seeing this, looked at me in shock, but quickly snapped out of it and started following behind while taking care of any would-be pests along with the others.

Unlike in the game, the barrier—or magickal turbulence—wasn't as flimsy as a wet piece of paper, making the process of absorbing it slow. But, contrary to what one might think, I picked up speed the closer I got to the center, especially after getting to the courtyard. The reason is that, while the bracer can handle tremendous loads, it still has to be in contact with magicka to absorb it. — I could've enchanted it with the ability to attract magicka, but I had to prioritize other things.

After a quarter-hour, I made it past the statue and to the entrance of the Hall of Elements, with the others tagging along. By now, I could tell that Tolfdir was pretty sure of who I was, while the others had recognized my 'look' as the same as what the Dragonborn's is purported to be. Unfortunately—or fortunately—for them, I didn't really care about their thoughts, as I was done with the College and wasn't going to be playing Arch-Mage after this.

So... I wasn't worried about acting nice.

{Vvwm—bang}, with a surge of white light traveling through my armor, I kicked the doors in, sending them into the walls on either side. After that I walked in and with another flash of light, the gates melted, opening a path for me to enter. It didn't take more than a second for me to spot Ancano, nor for him to spot me.

"You've come for me, have you, Dragonborn? Do you think your pathetic shouting can stop me, that I can't destroy you!? The power to unmake the world is at my fingertips, you fool!" he was very, shall I say, confident, — {Fizzle}, "Spells have no effect!" — how could he not be, when he's only been facing people like Tolfdir with their 'normal' magic.

"Ha, I'm beyond your pathetic attempts at magic. I am a—" he cut his words short, seeing me twirl the Staff of Magnus like a toy, "The staff—you, it's you! The impudent little shit that turned me into a chicken and a fool!" I sopped playing with my stick, and answered him, "Oh, you finally figured that out after so long? I thought you'd be spending the rest of your life like that. Well... it's not like you weren't already a fool, anyway."

"You! Such—argh. I WILL KILL YOU!"

Ignoring Tolfdir's yelling to use the staff, I taunted back, "Bring it Chicken Nugget, I've been hungry all day!"

"Insolence! Die!" he activated the Eye, making it open and surge with magicka, then sent a stream of lightning at me. In response, I put the staff away, and blocked it with my bracer, "Do you not even know how to use that thing? If you can't do better, then—"

"Argh, die!" this time, the Eye spun much faster, and he sent a large beam of energy. I took it head on, like before, but this time my cloak was disintegrated in the process. "AaHH!!" after seeing me survive mostly unscathed, he screamed and then doubled the intensity of the beam. That, finally, started pushing me back, towards the cliff that laid beyond the now nonexistent wall.

I was going to deflect part of the beam in order to stop my sliding, but I had an idea come to me first, "LAH DII BO! (MAGICKA MINE FLOW!)" after shouting, the beam started getting funneled into my bracer just before hitting me. — While I wish I'd thought of this when dealing with the barrier, I still took the win, and accepted the free energy. — Unfortunately, it didn't last long, as someone didn't do cardio, it seems. It's a real shame, too, as I was prepared for a much longer fight.

{Pant-pant}, the beam stopped, leaving me with bare armor that was tinged red, and a panting Ancano, "HOW-how are you not dead!?" he screamed. I ignored him and examined my armor, "Mm, I suppose that's a satisfactory test."

Not caring for the fact that the now wide-eyed Ancano heard me, I seemingly teleported in front of him and grabbed his head. Then, with a flash of light, he turned to dust, putting an end to his shenanigans in a rather anticlimactic manner.

After he was dust, I went to the Eye and started deactivating it—while waiting.

He wasn't the only one with schemes...

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"We knew you would prevail. This victory justifies our belief—"

Without removing my attention from the Eye, I interrupted Quaranir, "You're not going to hint that I would make a good candidate for the next Arch-Mage, are you?" he tripped over himself before coming to a stop, "Because, at current, I have a power-hungry dragon, an increasingly brazen vampire lord, and potentially, another dragonborn to deal with, as I've been running into his annoying followers lately."

I look him dead in the eye, "So you better not try piling more shit on my plate, when I literally have to save Nirn THREE times!" — "Uh..." he, and the two monks with him, looked dumbfounded. — "Mhm," shaking my head, I finished with the Eye and then stepped away.

"{Ahem}, well... I guess we should—"

But I wasn't handing it over.

Interrupting him, again, I yelled out, "Beam it up, Fluff!" to my cat, who was on top of the Eye. "Mew!" in response, I got a cute mewl and an even cuter paw salute, after which they swiped at their collar, making a portal open above the Eye that led to a familiar realm filled with fire.

Seeing this, Quaranir & co started getting antsy, "What's the meaning of this? Hasn't the damage caused by the Thalmor agent proven that the world isn't yet ready for the Eye!?" — Before I could answer, Da Fluff jumped down and landed on my helmet, {hiiss}, and then stared down at them like prey. — "That's why I'm not leaving it here," I pointed to the portal, "Instead, I'm going to put it to use somewhere that's less... fragile."

He looked conflicted, "But that—this is," he gave me a deep look, and then nodded, "{Sigh}, Very well Dovahkiin, we shall trust you in this decision." After saying that, he and the other monks left in a flash of warped light, presumably back to their island. — {Vwom} — They did so just as the Eye made it through the portal to Infernace.

With them gone and nothing left for me to do here, I started leaving.

No one tried stopping me, but that could've been because Da Fluff was still on my helmet, staring everyone down. — "Knock it off," I took Fluff off and held them in my arm. Afterward, I flicked my finger a few times, making the college start repairing itself; all the damage from the battle and the Great Collapse was included.

"Dragonborn!!! Dragonborn!!!"

Making it to the end of the bridge and back to the city, I was welcomed by a cheering crowd, as the city was being repaired just like the college. — Or... maybe what made them cheer was my sheer level of awesomeness, considering the fact that giant chunks of mountain were being raised in midair behind me as they found their proper positions. — I like the sound of the second option the most, but—

"Hey, Dragonborn, slay these," {jiggle}, "Whoo!" — Someone agreed with me, "Please be eight-teen." — {Slap} "Oh, Kyne guide me. First your brother and now you! Lass, you're too young, so put those away and go back inside!

"Never mind..."

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I didn't leave the College with nothing.

Aside from repairing everything, I left some of my findings to Tolfdir, who should find them once everything settles down a bit. Assuming they aren't stupid, it'll let them usher in a new 'golden age' for magic. — But why I even bother, I don't know. — I mean, just how easy it would be for me to simply mantel Alduin after killing him and then absorb this entire Kalpa—or more—increasing my strength by some, currently unfathomable level, but for some reason, I can never make myself act with a total lack of morality.

Can I act with very little of it? Yes.

But I always do something, seemingly small, as a repayment of some kind. — Like some notes on magic that, if I looked into the future, would probably prove to be the catalyst for a great renaissance or something. — Though, I suppose I did get a practically infinite source of magicka to tinker with in return.

Speaking of, the Eye is in Infernace now. That means if I want to study it more, I'll have to...

{Sigh}

Remembering something equal parts funny and irritating, I look at Da Fluff, who's on my shoulder, "The trouble you two put me through..."

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"No... elevator!?!?"

For several fractions of an hour I've been looking for an elevator into Blackreach, but I can't find one, "Preposterous!" but there isn't one, "T-this means... I have t-to go through another ruin," I collapse to my knees, "{Sniff}, why me?" — "Mew," someone who's bundled up in their new pouch—in my newly made cloak—tried comforting me.

It worked.

{Sigh}, standing up, I look at the broken, rundown, literal hole-in-the-wall entrance to Blackreach. The place I had to talk to Septimus Signus, a crazy loon, to 'officially' know as a location for an Elder Scroll. — Also, meeting him was the secondary reason I stayed at the College for so long, as I needed to make sure I had the ability to conceal myself from the hen-{cough}-tai tentacle monster, Hermaeus Mora. If anyone was going to figure out what/who I was, it'd be the Daedric Lord of Knowledge.

{Inhale—exhale}

Rolling my neck and letting out a long breath, I wrap Da Fluff up tighter and equip my armor, "Fine," then start giving the broken ass crack of an entrance a look that any demon in any one of Marvel's hells would know. A look I always held when on a path of slaughter. A look that was being shown once again, as I was finally entering another realm of Hell, or in this case, Oblivion.

The realm of Oblivion known as...

Boredom.

"Spread them cheeks wide, motherfucker, cuz I'm 'cum'in in hot!!" I started running towards the entrance, "VAAZ MIIRAAD! (TEAR PATH!)," then 'spread its cheeks' even more because I was NOT satisfied, "Heh, heh, heh, I'm not the only one going through Oblivion today!!"

The 'look' was of a crazed, psychopathic, mass demon-murdering, lunatic with anger issues and a knack for making overtly covert sexual innuendos at inanimate objects. — "Taste deeez nuts, bitch!" — Except for when they're not...

//Note//

Did anyone find the references?

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FYI

The MC's outbursts definitely aren't him manifesting my own boredom with ruins.

That would be impossible...

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Oh, yeah.

They may have been 'scheming' but the Psijic Order is actually pretty good.

To my knowledge, if any group in TES can actually be considered good, it would be them.

That doesn't mean they haven't made mistakes, though...

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I HAVE REALIZED SOMETHING!!

Skyrim's story is really just a sequence of ruins/dungeons.

Helgen Keep -> Bleak Falls -> Ustengrav -> Ratway? -> Karthspire/Sky Haven -> Alftand/Blackreach -> Skuldafn

Half the quests are just dungeon crawling!

Sigh... at least act 3 only has Skuldafn, so it's almost ov—wait—fuck! There's still the DLCs! NOOOO!!

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It appears that I've been overlooking something.

Not everyone is familiar with Skyrim or TES. My solution is to... read anyway. I'm not just pulling that out of my ass, as it's what I do—or did. The majority of everything I've read on here were fanfics about things I never watched/read/played.

DxD, MHA, Naruto, Dark Souls, some DC stuff, Douluo Dalu, Fairy Tail, and numerous others.

All I did was read the Fandom whenever I didn't understand something(X-overs are a bitch). Hell, I could probably write a DxD or DD ff at this point, and I've barely even touched the og stuff.

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If you're wondering why, it's because I often find ffs to be more enjoyable even if they aren't written that good(like mine), as long as the person writing them had a good enough imagination. Fans normally take things in directions that I like, as opposed to the og stuff.

Example: I couldn't get past the first couple episodes of DxD. How can anyone watch it!? I don't understand! Issei is just—just, so... repulsive.

In my head: "Oh, you like oppai? Okay, then go fuck them. Oh, you're too much of a wuss and would rather be a creepy super-perv with no backbone even when they're handed to you on a silver platter? Okay, {inhale}, then GTFO and go fuck a fucking trashcan cover, ya fucking loser shit bag, bitch, fuck... [continue random expletives until system crash]"

That was me.

Yeah, I tend to self identify with MCs(put myself in their place), so when they're too far from my own personality, I can't watch/read it without going nuts...

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MHA and AoT are two more I couldn't watch.

OPM was my shit, though. I was so enthralled that I watched the whole thing on subtitles without even realizing it was in another language.

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Do you chew Big Red?

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