Jon Snow, Labyrinthian – Skyrim
"We are here my Lord," Brelyna said, staring determinedly at the gates of the towering ruins, the last obstacle to finding Magnus's staff and ending the damned disaster at Winterhold
The imbecile Thalmor with delusions of grandeur, using a magical artifact of immense power, capable of destroying the entire fucking continent, Savos Aren dead and Jon having to repair the damage caused by an imbecile
Oh how he wished his beloved wife were here, however, Ciri had embarked on an expedition north of Tamriel, in search of the scholar in Elder scrolls, accompanied by Serana, Aela, and Lydia
Jon understood the decision, the topic of Serana's father was as important as the theme of Alduin, the devourer of Worlds
And speaking of which, he had to talk to Delphine about the Thalmor documents, and about this one, Esbern hiding in Riften
Luckily for Jon, he had a powerful contact in that city, however, it was not the time to think about that, he had more pressing matters, such as piercing Ancano's head with his sword, for example
Jon looked to the side, watching his companion, Brelyna, a powerful sorceress and possibly a new conquest for Ciri and him, though that would have to wait until Winterhold was safe
"Then go ahead," Jon said, as he used the missing lock Savos gave him and entered the abandoned ruins
The place was huge, there were bodies, armor and pillars collapsed, even a part of the mountain had dropped inside the ruins
"This place is dangerous Jon, let's not be longer than necessary" Brelyna said tactfully, in her hand she carried a staff of chained lightning, while in the other she had a summoning spell ready, totally attentive to any threat
Jon nodded and with a firm step began to walk into the depths of the place, lighting the way with his magic
The more they advanced, the more bodies and destruction they observed, however, Jon noticed something strange, in addition to the typical Draugr, there were relatively recent bodies, mages, judging by the robes they used, preserved by the curses typical of these places
The blue robes were stained with blood and deteriorated over time, after decades trapped here below, but still recognizable
"It was a massacre down here," Brelyna said cautiously
Jon nodded, agreeing and taking a few things that used to belong to wizards, a couple of enchanted rings and a few septims, nothing really worth it, but totally useless in this cave
"Let's continue, Winterhold is waiting for us and my sword has a date with the neck of that filth" Jon said, walking towards a kind of great hall, the atmosphere was oppressive and terrifying
As they entered, the door behind them suddenly closed, while a powerful tremor made itself present in the room and a gloomy voice could be heard throughout the ruins, it was sharp and shrill but it conveyed pure evil
"So, are you coming back for more Aren? Wasn't your cowardice enough for you last time?”
And then, a magical attack, a kind Jon had never seen before, coming from inside the ruins, directly at Jon and Brelyna at full speed, so fast that Jon was unable to raise any defense
"AAAAHHHG" shouted the Winter Lord, feeling immense pain, as he felt how his reserves of magic were drained, leaving him exhausted and panting
Jon inhaled quickly, his reserves were returning at the usual speed, his deep connection to Aetherium allowing him to recover quickly, although Brelyna was not so lucky
The beautiful Dunmer was still panting, surprised by the sudden attack
“What the hell was that?” she asked, standing up and still panting
"Nothing good," Jon said with a frown, watching as a fucking army of skeletons emerged from the ground, accompanied by...
“Is that a dragon?” Brelyna said in disbelief, seeing how a dragon made entirely of bones
"No, that thing has no soul, it's a simple shell, a puppet dominated by whatever is locked up in this place, an insult and a mockery," Jon said, feeling his magical strength return to its maximum power, while the dragon inside him roared with fury at the audacity
He didn't know what or who was being held prisoner in this place, but Jon would make sure he didn't make it out alive
Calmly, his hand shined with a blue glow, while Brelyna's glowed with a purple one
The Dunmer sorceress summoned an atronach of frost, imposing and powerful, but frankly inferior to what Jon summoned
Jon's Frost Colossus was larger, stronger, and more agile, and unlike the Atronach, it did not rely on the forces of Oblivion
Without having to say a single word, both constructs began to wreak havoc on enemies, allowing Jon and Brelyna to focus entirely on the "dragon"
The result? A complete massacre, the necromancer construct quickly fell, breaking the spell of the place and causing the remaining skeletons to collapse instantly, totally inert
Wasting no time, Jon and Brelyna sent the constructs into the depths of the ruins to clear the way, giving them a little moment alone
“Are you okay?” Jon asked calmly, pleased to see the powerful sorceress nod
"All right my Lord," said the Dunmer as she looked at the remains of the dragon
"It was impressive, it's a pity that we can't summon one, I'd like to fly on a dragon" said the Dunmer innocently, without giving too much importance to the idea
However, Jon reacted differently, his eyes widened with realization, and he quickly began to make calculations in his head
It would need a huge amount of power, nothing that curious special soul gem Serana mentioned couldn't fix, also a lot of material, Moon Stone and steel in large quantity, but...
Jon had a dangerous but interesting idea
However, it was not the time to think about arcane projects, they had work to do
"Come on dear, the faster we get the staff the better for everyone in the school," Jon ordered and walked to the depths of the ruins, where sounds of fighting had appeared
The idea about his Draconic runic mount, in the back of his mind, but very present
Cirilla Fiona Ellen Rianon, North of Winterhold, the Ice Fields
"I hate the cold," Aela snapped, evidently annoyed as they walked, looking for the cave of this erudite hermit expert in elder scrolls
Lydia rolled her eyes and spoke
"Come on Aela, you're a Nordic, the cold is part of you" said the young warrior with amusement, making Serana and Ciri laugh at the warm discussion
Aela smiled mischievously and said
"Oh I don't have a problem with the cold in general dear, normally our wolf is in charge of keeping me warm, but the icy water and the salty air of the ocean, it wreaks havoc on my nose" confessed the archer, making Lydia nod, understanding better the reason for her displeasure
"We've arrived," Serana said, pointing to a kind of entrance, the metal betraying the Dwemer nature of it, that mechanical and rough style that attracted her beloved husband so much
Apparently, Jon wanted to build his own arcane automatons, an interesting prospect, but one that didn't really interest the young lioness much
Ciri was always more of a warrior than a scholar unlike her husband, while Jon could spend hours reading esoteric tomes of magic and history of Tamriel, Ciri preferred to get lost in the city or practice with her sword
Sure, that didn't mean she wasn't a sorceress adept, but she would always prefer action and combat
In fact, all the magic she had learned was meant to make her lethal and dangerous, for the imminent reunion with the imbecile of Erendir
Oh how Ciri wished for that day to come, she wanted to see her beloved husband tear the arrogant and stupid elf apart, the Aen Elle had always despised humans, Ciri would find satisfaction in seeing their arrogant faces torn apart by one
Or perhaps watching Jon's frost colossus dismember Caranthir, the lioness could hardly wait
However, first they must finish all business here in Tamriel, and prepare everything for the Leap, as Jon had called it
Entering the cave, Ciri and her companions met an old sorcerer, who kept muttering to himself over and over again
"I need it, blood, Dwemer, your secrets, I..."
Ciri, with her usual subtlety, began to speak
"Hello, are you Septimus Signus? Are you the expert in Elder scrolls?” asked the lioness curiously, exalting the old man, who looked at her curiously
“Elder scrolls? Yes, I studied those trinkets, a long time ago, but Septimus' genius was too much for so little, Septimus focused on something bigger, Septimus studies the Dwemer legacy, knowledge, all the knowledge that has ever existed!” said the old madman
“Yes, of course, anyway, do you have information about the elder scrolls? Do you know where I can find one?” answers Ciri, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible
To Ciri's satisfaction, the old man nodded
"Yes, fragments of creation, chaotic, unstable, but powerful, formed after the death of Lorkhan and the creation of Mundus, contain nothing and contain everything, past, present and future, all at the same time, interesting, but useless to Septimus," said the old man looking back at the huge Dwemer box
"Well, they may be useless to you, but of utmost importance to me, where can I find one?" Ciri asked more firmly
The old man turned again, looking at Ciri from head to toe, something usual in the princess of Cintra, however, there was no lust in his gaze, but a clear interest
"You look strong, you can be useful to Septimus, one hand washes the other, you help me with a project and I with your search" said the old man, handing two things to Ciri
The Silver Princess recognized one, Jon had acquired one of these items in Daggerfall as payment for an Orsimer Warlord
It was a lexicon, a Dwemer artifact designed to store important information
"You must go to the ruins of Alftand, near Saarthal and reach the Blackreach, where you can access the Oculory, an ancient and powerful Dwemer device, used to study the Elder scrolls, what I need, are the instructions to operate the machine, you use the lexicon and you get my information and you get your Scroll" said the old man
Ciri nodded, pleased with the clear and direct instructions
"It will be done, we will see you soon old man" said the lioness, as they left the cave, leaving the old man to his fate
On her way out, Lydia couldn't help but comment
"That man was crazy" with a cautious tone
"Perhaps," Ciri conceded, as she prepared to return, her gaze watching the horizon, the stupid elf's magic shield still active
“But he gave us the information we need, do we go back to Winterhold or do we go directly to Alftand?” Serana asked
Ciri thought for a moment, before answering
"We'll go to Winterhold, wait for our man to settle the matter at school and together we'll go to the ruins, those places are usually dangerous and I don't plan to take any chances," Ciri ordered, making everyone nod softly
The return was even more challenging, Ciri, unlike Jon, did not have the magical prowess to create portals and return to the city, so they had to walk through the unforgiving frozen plains
Although not everything was bad, the imperial fleet was stationed, ready to begin the blockade, as soon as the matter with the imbecile Thalmor was solved
And speaking of which...
"Isn't that Jon?" Lydia asked with a smile, looking towards the stone bridge, where a male figure in blue and silver robes was raising a magic staff that, even at this distance, radiated a simply monstrous magical power
In seconds, Ciri watched as the magic of the magic barrier around the school collapsed, and her beloved husband stepped steadily into the Thalmor
"Apparently our wait will be short ladies, we will leave tomorrow morning" ordered Ciri, making everyone nod
"Then will this night be one of amusement and pleasure, my lady?" Lydia asked, obviously anxious and eager
Ciri laughed and nodded
"That's how it looks Lydia, come on, we have to go to the college, I want to know what happened to this magical artifact" said the lioness and without waiting for an answer she began to walk up the hill towards the city
The inhabitants of Winterhold looked at the school with disapproval, but surprisingly, they accepted the Imperial sorcerers in Jon's service, even helping and cooperating when the legions began to repair the place
Ciri walked up the endless stairs to the central courtyard of the school, watching as her beloved husband dragged the body of the imbecile Thalmor, totally blue, prey to the icy breath of his beloved dragon
Upon arriving, Ciri was able to overhear Jon's conversation with Tolfir, the old sorcerer
"There is no one more qualified than you to carry the title of archmage," he said with determination
Jon shook his head softly and spoke
"I can't accept, my stay in Skyrim is temporary, the school needs someone present, who will do a better job than Savos Aren to restore its former glory, someone like you Tolfir," Jon said firmly, taking the overwhelmed old man by the shoulders
Tolfir was stunned, but nodded slowly, before answering
"I suppose Miss Maryon will go with you," the old man said suspiciously, and Ciri watched with amusement as the young Dunmer blushed completely, giving her cheeks a purple hue, before nodding
Tolfir said goodbye and left to start making the necessary repairs, but not before making Jon promise that he would help repair the school before leaving, an act that her husband gladly accepted
And at that moment, Ciri made herself noticed
"Is everything in order, my love?" she asks with a smile, looking at the elf's body curiously
Jon smiled and grabbed her waist, kissing her sensually
"Everything is in order my lioness, your mission?" he ask
Ciri nodded, evidently pleased
"Everything went well, we have a clue and a possible location, we will leave in the morning" said the lioness, enjoying how her husband looked at her with complicity, understanding the hidden message
“Fun night?” Jon asked, obviously excited, while caressing her butt gently
Ciri laughed hard and nodded
"Fun night, and apparently, we have a new pet," purred the lioness, looking at Brelyna as if she were a small lamb
Jon nodded and said
"I'll finish my business quickly and get back to town as soon as possible, I want you all bathed and scented for when I get back, including you," Jon said, pointing to Brelyna, who just shrieked in surprise, before nodding with embarrassment, but obvious emotion
Ciri smiled and massaged her husband's manhood
"Don't delay my love, we all have a lot of energy to burn, I hope you're up to the task," challenged the lioness, knowing that it made Jon look like an animal
The gray eyes darkened, causing Ciri to laugh hard and separate from her husband, leaving the place quickly
Would she pay for such an action at night? Obviously, and she would love every second of the fuck her husband would give her
she could hardly wait
Tomorrow they would begin the journey through the Elder Scroll, but tonight...
Tonight, they would worship Dibella until dawn