Ice, Blood and Ash, a Skyrim adventure

One Capable Leader

Teldryn admires the way his new patron swings her sword, the way she moves in her ebony armor, the conjuration of her flame atronach. She claims to be an apprentice, but she's obviously lying. An apprentice does not fight like this. He catches himself smiling while watching her fight, and corrects his disposition. No one of her status would regard a lowly mercenary as an equal. He battles onward, by her side, loping down enemies one by one. They make it to the giant mushroom towers that Neloth himself created with magick and skill. All Telvanni mages know how to create structures from fungi and magick. He ponders, if this is the Telvanni heir- surely she must know how to as well. He enters the building, and floats up the structure using some sort of magick portal. He had never been here- in fear of the mad sorcerer using him as some experiment. She announces her presence simply, and Neloth does not seem happy about it. Surely he would be happy to see the woman he raised as a daughter? As she explains what happens, Neloth looks from her to Teldryn with noticeable dis-ease. If he doesn't like his presence, he may as well say something so Teldryn can leave. Neloth asks Raevyn of him, and she introduces him. Not as a mecenary, as he would think, but as a person. A companion. He smiled under his helmet, to think that she doesn't scorn him or disapprove of his profession. He only choose this to remain hidden among his people. They continue their conversation, and as they finish, they sip their can is root tea. Neloth reminds her of the room that is still hers and remains unused. She retires to her room, telling Teldryn to make himself at home, but to be careful when touching Neloth's magical components. He has been known to cut off hands at that offense. He sits in the chair she had taken, and introduces himself to Neloth, "Teldryn Sero, best swordsman in Morrowind. At your service." he sticks his hand out expecting a shake, and only getting a look of disapproval from Neloth. "I know you mercenary types, quick to betray someone at the sound of a fee septims. You best tread lightly around my daughter, n'wah, or I will burn you to a crisp. Or feed you to the ash spawn. Or both. Betray her and you betray me, and I am not the mage to be trifled with." and he spins out of the chair, and away, yo continue to berate his steward. We're off to a good start, thinks Teldryn, as he heads to the room Raevyn went to.