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Chapter 129
🕑 Added 2024-12-17 20:19:38 +0000 UTCFor the last half hour, Varrus had been busy dancing around dodging stray shots from Nozdormu as he placed the final crystals where the Skyrim UI indicated they should go.
While he was doing this, he ended up having to fend off the notorious quest givers, Chromie and Dante.
As powerful as they were, Varrus noticed that their battle sense was weak, and easily exploited their lack of experience. To him, fighting the pair of Heroic Dragons was as if he were an accomplished MMA fighter taking on a gym bro who never threw a punch in his life.
It was a little challenging since it was 2v1, and he was trying to accomplish a mission at the same time, but victory was within his grasp.
Once he had finally driven Chromie off, and killed Dante, he discovered he could absorb Dragon souls, and unlock the shouts from Skyrim. However, he had little time to focus on that, as when he was about to complete the ritual to restore the Sunwell, Nozdormu had pressed Nightsong down next to him, and he noticed the Aspect's dastardly spell.
However, uncaring for the lizard's gloating, Varrus reverse Uno carded him, and placed the last Mana Stone down.
As soon as Varrus completed this long held quest, the Sunwell erupted with an untold amount of energy, and suffused him with strength.
The feeling of energy flowing into him was indescribable. Simply put, mana was like a drug, and his species were known as the High Elves. Varrus had never tried anything hard, but he imagined this excellent feeling must be what someone permanently on drugs with zero side effects would feel like.
In short, it was amazing.
A whole host of notifications dinged in his peripheral vision at the same time that Nozdormu began to take to the skies in fear.
Sparing them a quick glance, Varrus couldn't help but smile at the new status effects acting upon his body.
[Sunwell: Unlimited Stamina, 100% Mana Regeneration, Unlimited Lifespan, Immune to Disease, Damage Increased: Elemental: 20%, Life: 10%, Light: 10%, Arcane: 50%]
[Sunwell Sage: Within 5 mile radius, increase the effectiveness and power of all spells by 300%]
[(Racial) Sun State: Skin becomes magically golden. Grants: levitation, and all spells increase damage/effects by 25%. Lasts 1hr, activatable once a day.
Combine, and channel the various energies of the Sunwell into a (weapon, armor, spell) once a day.]
Sucking in a deep-borderline orgasmic-breath, Varrus felt like a gambler that had just won big!
The effects of the Sunwell granting things like unlimited stamina, and longevity were welcome, and expected.
But Sunwell Sage, and Sun State? This was a welcome surprise!
Besides acting as security, he now knew why the Convocation was headquartered on Quel'Danas. As whoever had a connection to the Sunwell, and sat on top of it was basically unbeatable as long as the enemy wasn't overwhelmingly powerful!
Hell, it explained why the Elves weren't expansionary. Who would want to risk their life on some foreign soil when the population rate couldn't keep up with the conquest?
It was much, much easier to hold a relatively small section of land about the size of England, and cover it in a barrier than to take on a continent.
Clucking his tongue, Varrus almost lost himself in his imagination. The improved enchantments alone would vastly improve Silvermoon's armies, and the Covenants force projection!
On top of that, he-and presumably the rest of the Elves-had a new racial trait!
Like the pokemon, Evee, Elves could assimilate any type of mana. In Canon, a group of High Elves took on a massive amount of Void energy, and transformed into Void Elves. The racial ability they gained allowed them to open rifts, and teleport great distances.
With the sudden influx of energy, a transformative evolution forcefully took place all across Quel'Thalas.
Elves took to this new form like a starving man a loaf of bread.
No longer were they Blood Elves, lost in the rage, and fires of revenge. The bitter resentment at the loss of the Sunwell had been replaced with a resplendent hope for the future.
If the crowning of Kael’Thas was the return of the King, and a promise for security, then the rebirth of the Sunwell was the return to Elven supremacy!
Varrus snapped his eyes open, revealing magnificent glowing blue eyes.
What he saw was a fresh new world.
Where before, there was a crater, many dusty crags, and a desolate wasteland, there was now green everywhere he looked.
The sound of gushing water tickled his ears. Looking into the pool of water, Varrus saw the reflection of a familiar woman standing next to him.
It was his mother!
Blinking his eyes, Varrus realized a moment later, it was the living form of Nightsong.
She smiled at him, and saluted with her sword, then gestured with her chin.
Looking up, Varrus saw Nozdormu spread his wings wide, and roar at them in defiance.
“Come then, Anomaly, Dragonborn, show me what the slaves of Akatosh are made of!”
Varrus clenched his jaw at the sudden revelation. He had had his suspicions that this might be a world infected by the Aedra and Daedra, but he had hoped against it.
The dark temple near the Kobolds abode, as well as the statue and Worgen he had fought underneath the church in Gilneas were suspicious. Come to think of it, the amulet of the plague god he had seized from those Elven cultists months ago had a symbol belonging to Peryite, one of the Daedric Princes!
Furthermore, if Nozdormu's dialogue was to be believed, his mother was related to Akatosh somehow?!
Shaking his head, Varrus decided he would talk to Nightsong later. For now, they needed to two piece this giant fried chicken, and put an end to this raid!
Activating the Sun State transformation, Varrus became alight with a golden glow. His mana signature began to skyrocket, and he felt a newfound power.
‘So this must be what Syra feels like every time she enters her Holy Void transformation.’ Varrus idly noted as he began to levitate in place.
Clenching his fist, Varrus was about to unleash a supremely powerful spell-one buffed 325% dmg modifier-however, a portal opened up, and deposited a new foe.
“Well said, well said! Greetings from the future, Nozdormu, may we finally rid ourselves of these pests!”
Varrus recognized the beast as Murozond, the leader of the Infinite Dragonflight! Alongside him, he had brought 2 more Heroic Dragons!
The twin Aspects of Time side eyed one another, and a silent communication seemed to pass between the two of them.
Varrus knew that they wouldn't fight against one another, as was typical, but instead, would team up against him and Nightsong!
“Trust in your mother, Varrus, and follow my lead. We can take them.” Nightsong reassured.
Looking at the beautiful super model that was his mother, Varrus could only nod along.
The confidence, the sheer dominance radiating off of her. Varrus almost couldn't believe Old Man Vandercross had finangled his way into a relationship with this absolute unit of a woman!
Nightsong smiled, then opened her mouth for a shout.
“Joor. Zah. Frul!”
A moment later, a wide green blast covered the sky.
Both legendary Dragons phased out their bodies to evade the attack, but it was impossible to dodge!
This attack struck at their very soul!
‘Dragonrend! It's dragonrend!’ Varrus internally cheered excitedly as he watched the spell connect.
Both Nozdormu, Murozond, and the 3 remaining Heroic Dragons were struck by this green wave, and were forced to the ground!
Since Nightsong had briefly seized the initiative, Varrus didn't want to squander it, and took the opportunity to perform a spell he didn't have the capacity for before the Sunwell was restored.
‘Crystal Forest!’ Varrus internally visualized the spell he learned from his father's memory crystal.
A moment later, translucent spikes, branches, trees, and vines sprouted all around him.
Using it like a channeling spell, Varrus drew deeply upon the Sunwell, and constantly pumped out more and more of the Mana Stone constructs.
“You have learnt your father's spells well.” Nightsong complimented with a hint of jealousy coloring her voice.
“Eh heh, honestly, I can't wait to learn your magic, Nightso-ahem, mom. I've never seen a blast that wide before.” Varrus quickly amended himself when he saw the disappointed look on her face.
“Hmph. Enough lip from you. We may have gained the momentum, but arrogance will lead to a swift demise. Your father taught you this lesson when he grew overconfident in the Sunwell, yet perished anyway, did he not?” Nightsong chastised.
Varrus sighed. He never thought he would be nagged in another world!
“Yes mother.” Varrus grumbled to himself, then turned to focus back on the fight.
While he controlled the Crystalline Forest, he couldn't easily cast other spells, as it was a control spell that took constant attention.
Through this connection, he could observe every movement of the Dragons as if they were on video.
Twitching a finger, and muttering a phrase, the branches formed spikes, and began to try and pierce the overgrown lizards. Vines looped down and attempted to entangle limbs, and roots burst from underneath, searching for any flaps or gaps in their scales.
But most importantly, the forest constantly drained its inhabitants of their mana!
Mana that was then funneled back into the crystals for Varrus to use!
Already, one of the Heroic Dragons was struggling, and was squirming around like an insect that had been sprayed with a cleaning solution.
Despite all its struggling, the time Dragon ended up becoming nothing more than a withered husk of bones and dust once it had been sucked dry!
Varrus chuckled to himself as its soul flew into him. He now had six unsent Dragon souls to use, and could fully learn any 2 shouts from Skyrim!
However, as powerful as this spell was, he was still dealing with two legends!
The twin Aspects flapped their wings creating a mighty gust.
While they couldn't yet take flight, as they were still grounded due to the effects of dragonrend, they had conjured up a timenado!
A whirlwind of pale-yellow energy in the shape of a cyclone ravaged through the forest, and completely erased whatever material it touched!
No, worse than that, it sent the crystalline substance a few seconds into the future, where Varrus had no hold over it. The Dragons then opened their jaws wide, and began to nom on them like it was candy!
Varrus quickly came to the stark realization that they were regenerating their mana by eating his Mana Stones.
Balling his fists, Varrus was at a loss as to what to do. The crystal's main purpose as an offensive tool was to absorb mana, and counter spells. However, this was only true for attributed mana, such as elemental, Arcane, Void, etc.
Indirect attacks, and time based magics were outside of his scope of practice!
“Tiid. Bah. Kest!”
(Time. Wrath. Tempest)
Nightsong shouted from beside Varrus, and unleashed a timenado of her own.
When the twin cyclones collided with one another, time seemed to freeze, and black cracks in the air began to rip and crackle.
“Fool!” The twin Aspects cried in a panic.
“You would threaten the safety of the entire plane, Nightsong?! Is it not enough that you would reset this world in Akatosh’s image?” Nozdormu panicked, and as he regained his strength, finally took flight.
A second later, a piercing metal screeching sound threatened to burst Varrus's eardrums, and he heard the mocking laughter of an insane God.
“Cheese? Cheese for everyone!” A Scottish accented male’s voice boomed out from within the cracks in space.
“Fucking Sheogorath.” Varrus muttered in disbelief when he heard the cheerful, insane voice.
It would seem that the clash between the two creatures of time had torn open a dozen tiny tears into Oblivion, into the Shattering Isles, home of the Mad God, Sheogorath!
Seconds after Varrus came to this conclusion, giant flaming wheels of cheese began to descend from the heavens. Wherever they crashed, they struck with the full force of a Heroes full powered attack. Large pits and craters the size of large ponds began to form due to this extremely odd method of attack. It became such a problem, Varrus feared that they would destroy the nascent Sunwell!
“We must hurry to end this conflict, and close the portals, should they open even further, we would face something even I would not care to combat.” Nightsong cautioned to Varrus.
Locking his lips, Varrus tried blocking one of the flaming cheese wheels with his crystalline forest, but found that while he could block one, the follow up blocks of cheese were just too powerful.
Was this the casual power of a True God?!
At that moment, when both sides were in a state of shocked disbelief, and were poised to strike down one another, a fourth party made themselves known.
“Heuh-lolololo!!!” A piercing scream came from over the horizon.
A green whirlwind of murder and rage crested a hill, and stared down menacingly at the Dragons.
“Nozdormu! Know that I, Grom Hellscream have suffered humiliation not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES at your hands! There is no honor in fighting alongside your cold skinned misbegotten ilk! I will see your scaly hide mounted on my walls!” Grom roared so loudly, it shook the air.
Roughly pushing past the Orc's shoulder, Syra stood next to him, and pointed her buster sword at the twin Aspects.
“Me too! Taking me away from my husband, and ambushing him behind my back! Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable (x10)!” Syra slammed her blade into the earth, and unleashed an immense bloodlust, and the aura of Holy Void surrounding her had more than tripled in size since Varrus had last seen her fight.
‘The restoration of the Sunwell seems to have done wonders to my wife. Well..at least she’s in high spirits!’ Varrus wiped some sweat from his forehead as he listened to Syra's tirade.
After finishing her statement, Syra waved, and blew a kiss at Varrus.
“Look at who I got to fight by our side!” Syra gestured towards the violent Orc standing by her side.
“Should I be jealous?” Varrus quirked an eyebrow and smirked.
Syra lowered her head, and the light of madness seemed to grip her as her hair covered her eyes.
She raised her sword, and looked like she was about to ram it straight through Grom's back!
“Kidding, I was kidding! You're a good girl, Syra, and deserve all the head pats!” Varrus swiftly held up his hands, and pleaded with her.
“Eh heh~ I knew you'd be proud of me!” Syra withdrew her sword, and rested it on her skinny shoulder as if it weighed nothing.
“The portals are widening, cease this foolishness!” Nozdormu entreated, his seeming fear of Sheogorath temporarily outweighed any spite he felt towards Nightsong.
“Still so weak.” Murozond scoffed, and then in one shocking move, he bit into Nozdormu's neck.
“What-what are you doing? With me gone, you shall cease to exist!” Nozdormu weakly muttered as his life began to drain.
“The future has become the past! There can only be one Nozdormu!” Murozond reveled in his act of murder.
Upon consuming the flesh, Murozond also consumed the soul of his past self.
Varrus wasn't one to allow an enemy to transform, but his actions were so sudden, so unexpected, that the Aspect of Time had completed his act of betrayal all in a matter of seconds!
A bright white light exploded from Murozond's position, and everything seemed to slow down.
The amulet Nightsong had gifted him earlier was cracked, and Murozond suddenly seemed 100x faster.
Varrus went to lick his lips, and he felt a claw pressing against his shields. They fizzled and snapped into place.
Empowered by the Sunwell buff, they were extremely durable.
However, his opponent was a demigod!
After a moment of resistance, Varrus heard the shields pop like a balloon, and suddenly, a claw was piercing his chest. Blood exploded out of his back, and he collapsed to his knees, vomiting copious amounts of red vital fluids.
“All will bow beneath the Aspect of Time!”
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AN: I'm kind of nervous directly including a Daedric Prince in such a direct manner. Fingers crossed it isn’t super unpopular, because I can cut it, but it’s also a way to foreshadow/scale God tier enemies since the MC is fighting a demigod tier as we speak. Let me just say that to summon one of these bad boys would take ALOT. Like Well of Eternity unlimited power ALOT. Example: Sargeras couldn't teleport himself to Azeroth, he had to have people do it for him. Sheo directly exerting his influence upon the world is only thanks to the exceptional circumstances of Nightsong/Dragons fucking with time powers, and finding out.
Comments
Michael DiVelbiss
This is cracked XD
Kasikan
Would eating your own soul actually do anything to you? I can't see how it'd give him a power up when it's a lesser portion of his older one. Maybe restore his mana or something, but not make them more powerful.
Karp
Only those who have been baptized and attuned with the energies of the Sunwell can harness its power. Elves can complete this attunement seamlessly due to their racial nature. I am toying with the idea of using immortality as a reward for Hero tier allies, but am undecided at the moment.
Joseph
I do hope the sunwell buff is only for the elves and not everyone in the faction? Would be weird having sunwell kobolds and humans imo
MadGod
Wabbajack! Is that a Sunwell behind you or is it a pit filled with clowns?
Conor McGroarty
I mean it isn’t out of place to have divine level enemies showing up considering that Aman’Thul ripped Y'Shaarj from Azeroth, thus injuring her and creating the original well of eternity in the first place. Sargeras later shows up himself and impales Azeroth, as if the poor girl hasn’t suffered enough while still gestating. They have great power but it is balanced by them having difficulty arriving due to restrictions (whether not wanting to destroy the world or barriers to descent) and such. So they act through puppets, avatars, champions and such mostly. Sheogorath is actually one of the better options as he will just have fun here instead of using this chance to have various agents sneak through to do their bidding later. Finally, MC should internalize that he shouldn’t joke with his wife about their (or his) faithfulness and other things that could set her off.
