War Of The Guilds (A skyrimfanfiction)

The Soul Carin

   Jeneasa and Serena both off off the dragon at the foot of the castle. "Zu'u fen fey het,"(I will stay here) the dragon said.

   "Nox," (thank you) Jeneasa replied. The dragon nodded and flew into the sky in circles to buy itself sometime of attention. Jeneasa and Serena walked around the side of the castle and went through the maze of hallways and traps set by Serena's mother that reactivated themselves periodically. It took the two several hours to get to her mother’s laboratory.

   "Jeneasa, are you ready," Serena asked.

   "Always," the Dark Elf replied, walking into the portal to the Soul Carin. She was enveloped in the purple light as she passed to the Soul Carin. The purple sky showed its desolation, and the brownish-gray ground showed just how desperate the souls that came here were. The two passed by a building in which Serena's mother, Valerica, was held captive in for quite some time. Passing several fimilar locations, including the one in which Arvaks head was. They came up upon a purple, glowing-topped, tower and walked to the word wall there. The usual chanting only heard by Jeneasa, made its existence known to the dark elf. She felt the power of the shout within her before it receded into her subconscious. She then walked into a building with purple stone with a bowl in the middle. Jeneasa walked outside to the dark abyss known as the Soul Carin waiting for Serena to come in right behind her.

   "What are you going to do," she asked, as Jeneasa felt the wall in front of her.

   "We are going to strike a deal," Jeneasa replied without

hesitation.

   "And our souls."

   "We aren't vampires."

   "I know, but still-"

   "We have nothing to worry about."

   "If you say so."

   "I know, so now, let's just get this over with."

   "Agreed." Jeneasa put down five black soul gems into a bowl. The room went dark as a see-through man approached the bowl.

   "I am Ideal Master Shuran, what is it you wish mortal?" He asked.

   "I wish to be able to summon an army of the undead at will."

   "And payment?"

   "A Child of Coldharbour and five hundred filled black soul gems."

   "Very well, shout MEYZ-HET-DIIL, or: Come Here Undead, to summon fifty undead Bonemen and Keepers. Give half of the payment, please." Jeneasa gave the being five hundred black soul gems.

   "Thank you, I expect the rest before you die."

   "Of course." Then the ground began to shake, as six Keepers and fifty Watchmen appeared out of thin air.

   "Kill the Dragonborn my pets, and may her soul rest here forever." The creatures did as they were told and attacked Jeneasa. She was expecting it and had already been prepared for the fight. "YOL-TOOR-SHUL!" Jeneasa shouted, as one of the Watchmen closed in on their position. She then enveloped a flame in her hand. Then, she moved her hand in the same motion the tome had taught her, and then released. Nearly all of her foes died instantly by the attack of the master spell. Serana pulled out her dragon bone dagger in which Jeneasa had made for her. Its enchantments were to absorb one’s vitality and to have fire come out of the blade; they were very useful for the undead, and these qualify as undead. Then a thought hit Jeneasa, I can always call upon my fellow Dragonborn from Sovengarde. "HUN-KAAL-ZOOR!" she shouted, and summoning a hero from Sovengarde to help her.

   The man named Hakon One- Eye was a Nord who rebelled against the dragon cult during the time of the dragons and hated all things that wanted no more than to destroy Sovengarde and by Jeneasa's birthright, whether or not Nocturnal and Hircine would agree, and her place after death was to be with the husband of Kyne in Sovengarde.

   She whipped out her Nightingale Blade and started to hack at the Keepers. With her blade, she was lighting. She did a back flip and sliced two keepers in half then twisted and back kicked another. By the time the three of them were done, no one was left except for the Ideal Master.

"Good, we have high hopes for you," he said before, he left in a bolt of lightning.

   "So what do we do now?" Serana asked from behind Jeneasa. The black hair on the Nord was out of place, but she quickly put them back with her hand.

   "We go home," Jeneasa replied. Serana nodded and followed behind the Dark Elf. The elf's blue eyes were a rare sight and looked absolutely ravishing in the eyes of her Nordic companion. Serana had developed an attraction beyond friendship towards Jeneasa. She even wondered if Jeneasa felt the same thing for her, but she knew that the elf wasn't like that and it was no secret that Jeneasa was interested in men.

   As they were about to walk out of the Soul Carin, a sharp pain started in Jeneasa's chest. She fell to one knee. Serana was concerned and bent over to see that a purple orb was surrounding the Dark Elf’s heart; the elf’s life essence was being drained. The elf’s right hand dug into her left thigh trying to stop the pain for a time. She passed out in seconds. Serana lifted her friend up and hauled her to the exit, when she got out she took her to Volkihar's garden for the proper herbs to help her near-dead friend. Serana set her friend down on a table. She gathered up some nightshade, bitter root, blisterwort, imp stool, and a dash of viod salts. Then she quickly ran to an alchemy table and mixed up the ingredients. The combination created a light purple mixure that if added with a soul husk would stop the drain vitality effect of the Soul Carin. The nord went back to the Soul Carin to pick the much needed soul husk to finish the purple potion. It took her a hour to find one but she finally did it. She raced all the way to the near dead Jeneasa and put the potion along with the soul husk in her mouth.

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   Then the sky got dark and a shadowy figure landed in front of her. "Ahnok, Dovahkiin mu lost meyz wah fey," (Hello, Dragonborn, we have come to help) it said as three others landed, among them was Ohdaviing.

   "It’s an elf, Fahdonpaalsivaas, it does not speak Dovah sahkren," said one of the others.

   "Zu'u tinvaak dovah sahkren," (I speak dragon tongue) Jeneasa said to the rude dragon as the ground shook a bit.

   "Pogaan krod, Dovahkiin." (Many apologies, Dragonborn.)

  "Mu meyz het wah frey dovahkiin ni tinvaak wah ek," (We come here to help dragonborn not talk with her) the other said.

   "Stiild, Viingjulah," (Quiet, Viingjulah) Fahdonpaalsivaas replied.