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6/18/2025, 6:12:28 AM
>you unlock the door to the basement
>the scent of musty fungus and unwashed animals assaults your senses
>as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see sets of eyes aglow and scales glistening in what light pours in from behind you
>you descend the stairs as your dozen slaves whisper among themselves of their master's arrival
>one mangy beastman with matted fur dares to ask if you've finally brought them food
>"Perhaps, but first," you raise your arm carrying an ancient dwemer shield
>then you show them the faint glow of the soulgem you carry
>"you will all aid me in binding this immortal daedric soul to this piece of dwemeric scrap metal."
>"y-yes master, b-but we use no magic-"
>"Irrelevant."
>you begin casting a great spell focused in the very middle of the curs
>Absorb Intelligence 100
>10 foot radius
>1 second
>their eyes go blank and their jaws slack as their very minds are torn from their bodies, merged together into a sort of arcane mental battery allowing you to more finely channel the screaming Golden Saint into the ancient alloys
>all in an instant before being returned to them
>did the aetheric winds manage to sort them back correctly? They look more frightened and disoriented than they should
>eh, doesn't matter, at least they forgot they were hungry, and the shield now has a 9% chance to reflect spells
>9% isn't very useful, maybe you'll just sell it to some idiot at the market
>maybe tomorrow, into the 7th chest of junk it goes
>such is a normal afternoon in your Telvanni mushroom tower
>the scent of musty fungus and unwashed animals assaults your senses
>as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see sets of eyes aglow and scales glistening in what light pours in from behind you
>you descend the stairs as your dozen slaves whisper among themselves of their master's arrival
>one mangy beastman with matted fur dares to ask if you've finally brought them food
>"Perhaps, but first," you raise your arm carrying an ancient dwemer shield
>then you show them the faint glow of the soulgem you carry
>"you will all aid me in binding this immortal daedric soul to this piece of dwemeric scrap metal."
>"y-yes master, b-but we use no magic-"
>"Irrelevant."
>you begin casting a great spell focused in the very middle of the curs
>Absorb Intelligence 100
>10 foot radius
>1 second
>their eyes go blank and their jaws slack as their very minds are torn from their bodies, merged together into a sort of arcane mental battery allowing you to more finely channel the screaming Golden Saint into the ancient alloys
>all in an instant before being returned to them
>did the aetheric winds manage to sort them back correctly? They look more frightened and disoriented than they should
>eh, doesn't matter, at least they forgot they were hungry, and the shield now has a 9% chance to reflect spells
>9% isn't very useful, maybe you'll just sell it to some idiot at the market
>maybe tomorrow, into the 7th chest of junk it goes
>such is a normal afternoon in your Telvanni mushroom tower
6/15/2025, 9:12:02 PM
>you unlock the door to the basement
>the scent of musty fungus and unwashed animals assaults your senses
>as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see sets of eyes aglow and scales glistening in what light pours in from behind you
>you descend the stairs as your dozen slaves whisper among themselves of their master's arrival
>one mangy beastman with matted fur dares to ask if you've finally brought them food
>"Perhaps, but first," you raise your arm carrying an ancient dwemer shield
>then you show them the faint glow of the soulgem you carry
>"you will all aid me in binding this immortal daedric soul to this piece of dwemeric scrap metal."
>"y-yes master, b-but we use no magic-"
>"Irrelevant."
>you begin casting a great spell focused in the very middle of the curs
>Drain Intelligence 100
>10 foot radius
>1 second
>their eyes go blank and their jaws slack as their very minds are torn from their bodies, merged together into a sort of arcane mental battery allowing you to more finely channel the screaming Golden Saint into the ancient alloys
>all in an instant before being returned to them
>did the aetheric winds manage to sort them back correctly? They look more frightened and disoriented than they should
>eh, doesn't matter, at least they forgot they were hungry, and the shield now has a 9% chance to reflect spells
>9% isn't very useful, maybe you'll just sell it to some idiot at the market
>maybe tomorrow, into the 7th chest of junk it goes
>such is a normal afternoon in your Telvanni mushroom tower
>the scent of musty fungus and unwashed animals assaults your senses
>as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see sets of eyes aglow and scales glistening in what light pours in from behind you
>you descend the stairs as your dozen slaves whisper among themselves of their master's arrival
>one mangy beastman with matted fur dares to ask if you've finally brought them food
>"Perhaps, but first," you raise your arm carrying an ancient dwemer shield
>then you show them the faint glow of the soulgem you carry
>"you will all aid me in binding this immortal daedric soul to this piece of dwemeric scrap metal."
>"y-yes master, b-but we use no magic-"
>"Irrelevant."
>you begin casting a great spell focused in the very middle of the curs
>Drain Intelligence 100
>10 foot radius
>1 second
>their eyes go blank and their jaws slack as their very minds are torn from their bodies, merged together into a sort of arcane mental battery allowing you to more finely channel the screaming Golden Saint into the ancient alloys
>all in an instant before being returned to them
>did the aetheric winds manage to sort them back correctly? They look more frightened and disoriented than they should
>eh, doesn't matter, at least they forgot they were hungry, and the shield now has a 9% chance to reflect spells
>9% isn't very useful, maybe you'll just sell it to some idiot at the market
>maybe tomorrow, into the 7th chest of junk it goes
>such is a normal afternoon in your Telvanni mushroom tower
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