Laverius' Kinks

The wood elf sneers, ignoring his tentacle comment, "All this posturing, I too would be scared if I had to face me. I was born under the stars of the Ritual, taught the mysteries of magic as a child, and brought under the wing of my Lord, Hermaeus Mora, who has granted me more power and knowledge than you could ever grasp!" they exclaim and gesture at Karakis, continuing.

"And then there's you. A pitiful Nord welp who found themselves under the thrall of the very creature your ancestors despised and reviled! What would they think of you now? What would they do if they saw you as Boethiah's lapdog!?"

Karakis sniffs in derision, "Probably not good things. Nothing better than what your family would say, do they know old squid-head takes you up the arse? Does he make you read books to his as he does it?" he laughs before shaking his head, noticing that he'd come off the best during their little exchange. "Whatever, let's not lollygag any longer than we need to... I am Karakis, no name." he says with not a little bit of sadness at having to forgo his family name, "What is your name, elf. I'll need to know it for your gravestone... Unless you wish to be cremated? I don't know how elves deal with their dead." he shrugs noncommittally.

"I am Laverius of Arenthia, I would say it's an honour to fight you but, lying to your face before killing you doesn't sit well." he smarmily says.

Karakis hums, "well, at the very least you can banter better than your stick-up-the-arse brethren I've slaughtered until now." he shoots back, rolling his shoulder as he draws his weapon... A large ebony battle-axe. Sure, it was a completely offensive weapon, but when you wore the best armour in Tamriel, there was simply no better alternative.

Laverius nods and begins the fight by conjuring a storm of freezing ice in Karakis' direction... Only to frown when it does nothing to the man, aside from making his armour damp with moisture.

Karakis brushes some wayward ice from his shoulder before looking back at Laverius, "Is it my turn yet, boy?"

Laverius shrugs, readying the Black Book in his left hand, "If you wish to try."

Karakis grins, "Alright, ready yourself." he warns before taking a step forward, "WULD!" he shouts, causing his form to blitz forward a couple meters, causing Laverius' eyes to widen in surprise, the Nord wasn't yet upon him, but he was now far closer than he'd anticipated.

"Nice trick, but the weak voice of Kyne won't be enough!" he says as he thrusts the Black Book forwards, its pages splaying open as it reveals the contents of its texts to Karakis.

Abruptly, black tentacles explode from it, as if Laverius had just opened the gateway to a realm filled with nothing but tentacles and giant insidious sea monsters.

"See what I mean!?" Karakis exclaims as the tentacles force him to retreat backwards in order to avoid being grabbed. They scrape along the ground while steadily slithering towards him, Karakis brings his axe down on one of them, but cutting one short did little to stop the tie headed his way.

"Just give up and submit! Your armour, while powerful, is nothing in the face of Lord Hermaeus Mora!" Laverius shouts as he struggles to resist the pull of the Black Book. While it was a powerful offensive tool, he himself could find himself dragged into Apocrypha if he lost focus.

Unfortunately for Laverius, he hadn't noticed that the black tentacles sprouting from the Black Book were steadily slowing down, all affected by the poison generated by the Ebony Mail. This allowed Karakis to quickly chop at the slimy tendrils, eventually forcing them back into the Black Back, causing it to slam shut-in Laverius' hand.

"Not. Good. Enough. Milk-drinker!" Karakis roars as he charges forward again, his armour easily deflecting the few spells fired by Laverius.

The Bosmer was already a bit ragged, having the Black Book forced shut had given him some backlash, not enough to instantly lose the fight, but enough to make him wary of continuing it.

Shaking his head as he observed the charging Nord, he opens the Black Book again, though, this time he begins reciting a spell from the scrawling, crawling, and ever-moving words held within the pages. "Hkar, Lagarhk, Suilnoh, Nakei Twai!" he shouts, causing a huge black shadow to spread along the floor like a conjured swamp, the ground slumping slightly as a black fluid begins filling it.

Karakis movement was instantly restricted as the fluid turned rigid, like tar, then many huge black tentacles explode from the newly made swamp, not only that, but creatures from Apocrypha such as Seekers and Lurkers also emerge from the water, the creatures quickly surrounding a giddy-looking Karakis.

"These your friends? Must be lonely to resort to this sorry lot." the Nord remarks as he observes the disgusting creatures around him. "I'll do you a favour in sending them back to the shit-hole they came from!" he says as he begins hacking away at the Lovecraftian-looking creatures, his ebony axe tearing through their thick slimy skin, like a butcher's knife through boiled leather.

Laverius casts yet more spells, but they only prove to harm his own allies instead of Karakis, the Nord's Ebony Mail proving superior to any magic the Bosmer could possibly muster.

It doesn't take long for Karakis to cut a path through the creatures of Apocrypha, he shouts "WULD!" one last time, positioning himself next to Laverius and allowing the opportunity to get a strike it.

Laverius attempts to retreat but is forced to thrust the Black Book forwards defensively as he isn't able to cast a spell quick enough... Karakis axe knocks the book from Laverius' hand, and the next attack plants the weapon firmly in Laverius' skull, killing him and eliminating the Champion of Hermaeus Mora from the Hunt with finality.