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The force and volume in my voice was enough to make several of the villagers step away, trading expressions of unease between themselves. For their part the small group of guildsmen barely paused in mid step, and I watched with growing anger as Maglir merely twitched and after using a surprising amount of will continu... |
Viconia had turned a lighter shade from her own anger at their cowardice and the villagers seemed to be a mixture of confused and angry at being abandoned. |
"Cowards." She murmured, spitting on the ground with enough force I was surprised the ground didn’t shake. |
"Perhaps you should just go." The weariness and despair filling Joocator seemed to stab me in the gut and I found myself hating the other members of the local Guild. "We will petition the legionaries at Fort Dirich and see if they will come to help." |
He flinched slightly as I scowled, turning and looking at Viconia. "What do you think?" |
"How many of these beasts can we be facing?" |
One of the villagers moved forward slightly, his build and clothing showing that he was one of the few hunters in the hamlet and well versed in the wild. "They’re herds are usually ten or so, rarely larger than twelve. The best way to remove a herd is to kill their longhorn; the alpha male." |
There was an uncomfortable shrug from the man. "But that’s an even quicker way to get yourself killed." |
"How dangerous are they?" |
"If provoked they can do this." The motion of his hands took in the ruined hut and its surrounds. "But normally they are peaceful grazers and only harm those who threaten their young or breeding cows." |
"Well, it looks like they have been provoked." I carefully began checking my bow and other items of my equipment, much to the concern to those around us. "Where would they most likely be living?" |
"You can’t be serious!" spluttered Joocator. "I can’t in good conscience let you both go to your death!" |
"We’ve faced worse." Viconia’s response was honest and received even more incredulity than what we were already being provided. "Kill the alpha male and the herd is no longer a threat? Sounds simple to me." |
If they were all shocked at the rest of the guildsmen leaving, they were now utterly stupefied at Viconia and I not only considering hunting minotaurs, but preparing to do so on our own. Joocator watched with utter horror as we both checked over our various blades and my newest bow found itself in my hands as I strung... |
"You don’t have to do this." He stammered, trying to think of something, anything to make us change our minds. |
"Six deaths already." My reply was simple "I can’t leave with the likelihood of further deaths being added to that tally." |
Viconia’s face was grim but the smile was one showing how much she was relishing the challenge ahead. "I’d do it just to show those shu’karliiken how pathetic they really are." Her finger stabbed in the direction of the other members of the guild as they faded into the wheat. |
"Shouldn’t take us anything more than a day to return." The shock was not wearing off and I could see that most of the farmers present were already believing that they were looking at two dead people. I nodded my head in the general direction of the trail of destruction left by the minotaurs. "What is in that directio... |
The old hunter gestured hopelessly. "It’s mostly wilderness, scattered forests and other vegetated areas. There’s a few caves scattered about but otherwise there’s only the ruins of Nonungalo." |
"Ancient Ayleid ruins. Used to be a major city as far as I can gather but no one’s been there in decades. It’s an evil place." |
"Sounds like a good place to start." I said simply to Viconia and received little more than a nod in return. |
The farmers and the village elder stood in stunned silence as we simply shouldered our packs, gripped our weapons and strode through the carnage on the trail of the minotaurs. I was angry, and frustrated and the brief conversation that Viconia and I had before going silent in contemplation of the task ahead was purely... |
Thankfully the task of tracking the minotaurs was surprisingly easy, the towering brutes didn’t so much as leave tracks as smash their way through anything and everything in their path. Snapped branches, uprooted trees and churned earth was left in their wake and we could’ve followed the path even a month after with n... |
Viconia didn’t seem to be overly concerned, merely liking the carnage around us to a time where she and a handful of other Drow had hunted down and defeated a Fomorian in the depths of the world. Her brief description of killing a creature ten metres tall and strong enough to crush boulders in its hands made me feel a... |
The ancient elves; the enslavers of humanity had built cities and settlements throughout Cyrodiil and the southern regions of the Empire. Only some were still in good condition due to being utilised or lived in by the younger races. Cities such as the Imperial City were far and few between, and most of the old cities ... |
Neither of us made a sound as we made our way carefully into the long dead city, placing each foot with care and ensuring that we remained downwind of any potential threats ahead of us. For the better part of an hour we moved deeper into the ruins, watching and listening for any signs of our quarry. It was not long un... |
We followed behind the towering brute as it made its way unerringly through the ruins through a path worn through the grasses and into the stones beneath. Going by the belief that the creatures’ few numbers would mean that they would live in a central location somewhere we simply followed it, keeping to the afternoon ... |
Carefully creeping in its footsteps, we soon found ourselves near what appeared to be the central structure in the heart of the city. Long since abandoned, the tumbled masonry and overgrown debris revealed that a tower once stood above the central complex and while not overly tall it still left an entire street filled... |
"Looks like this is the place." I murmured to Viconia and we hunched down behind some jumbled stonework and a crumbling wall. |
"Certainly looks as such." She stared at the gaping, inky black hole within the side of the structure. "How many do you think are in there?" |
Shrugging I glanced around and saw the wind flowing through the few strands of white hair dangling from under her hood. For a moment it waved briefly, rolling the errant strands over her shoulders before suddenly changing direction and pushing her hair forward of her face and in the direction of the minotaur’s den. |
"Oh... Shit...." Her expression changed to confusion as she saw my own eyes grow wide and not understanding the source of my concern. |
The wind changed direction suddenly and in the strange ruins it was suddenly flowing towards the hulking brute and the entrance to their lair. There were only seconds before our presences would be made known and I hurriedly fitted an arrow onto the bowstring and peered over the top of the broken bricks. |
Towering in the tunnel’s entrance the enormous beast suddenly stopped in place, head twitching and snuffling our scents being carried on the breeze. So close to their lair there was nowhere else to hide or to even attempt to run as it twisted about, breathing heavily and looking around the ruined city with tiny bovine... |
The enormous bellow from the minotaur felt like a punch to the stomach as it threw its head forward and sprayed spittle from its gaping maw. Without thought and purely from its bestial instinct it rushed forward, roaring the whole time and ignoring everything in its path as it charged. Its enormous reverse jointed leg... |
My own animalistic instincts made it feel like time itself was encased in treacle. Carefully I raised the bow and hauled back on the string as though the 100 pound draw weight was nothing more than plucking at a lute string. I felt the fletching brush against my tightening jawline, the cheekbones shifting and writhing... |
The barbed tip of the arrow punched through one of the creature’s eyes with enough force that the fletching was tangling with its eyelashes. Pride and satisfaction filled me for a moment until I realised that it didn’t stop the charging brute, nor even slow it down. |
It ran forward for another dozen paces, bellowing and smashing its way through another moss-covered ruin in an explosion of dust before it finally realised that it was dead from the broadhead lodged deep in its brain. With all the inevitability of an avalanche the minotaur buckled and fell over without even slowing is... |
Viconia laughed, a strange sound in such a situation but one of obvious appreciation of the shot I had just made. It chilled me to the core however as the sudden booming response from the depths of the ruins echoed from the tunnel mouth and the ground began vibrating as the dead creature’s kin responded to its warning... |
Hands tracing flickering lights through the air she didn’t even bother to draw her sword, instead calling upon the full force of her magical powers in a series of complex incantations and gestures. Within seconds her eyes had turned from the golden-yellow to a flickering white of a forge’s flame as the witch-light beg... |
Erupting from the depths of the earth the herd flowed in a wall of furred flesh and horns. Even the smallest of the beasts outweighed Viconia and I combined by a considerable margin and within seconds of entering the light of day they knew where we were. Half a dozen of the monsters rushed forward with blinding rage a... |
An arrow buried itself in one of their chests, appearing to be as effective as an insect bite to the enraged creature even as a second punched between a pair of ribs a second later. There seemed to be no stopping the minotaurs as they simply lowered their horns and battered their way through the ruins between us and t... |
We both threw ourselves aside as the first barrelled through our meagre protection with as much difficulty as I would pushing aside a curtain. Bricks and shattered mortar exploded as it shouldered its way through, followed closely by its last surviving clanmate as they chased after our darting forms. Viconia moved as ... |
The last surviving minotaur, a young male only a few years old at the most bleated with anger and panic as it found itself alone and facing the killers of the majority of its herd. Where most creatures would’ve given in to panic and fled, the young minotaur instead charged blindly on, lowering its head and short horns... |
Before I had even realised what I was doing I had crossed the space between myself and the creature, tackling it and spearing it in the back with the point of Sunchild. The resistance of its flesh only lasted for a second before the sword was buried to the hilt in the creatures back, sending a roar of pain that hurt t... |
Twisting in my grasp the enormous brute flicked me aside as I lost my grip on my sword, falling to the ground and suddenly finding myself the sole subject of attention to the minotaur. Enormous despite its relatively young age, it was still three metres of rippling flesh in the amalgamation of a Skyrim ox and a wrestl... |
As it charged I found myself stuck between it and a wall and less than six metres separating us. Half a tonne of enraged muscle and dense bone rushed me with outstretched arms that could’ve crushed a mortal man, breath steaming in the air and blood splattering its chest. Both of us were just as surprised as the other ... |
The shock of my actions did little to the blood-savage mind of the minotaur as it simple pressed down hard with its full bodyweight that left every muscle of my body trembling with the effort of just holding it back. The fact I could even hold my own against a young juvenile was enough to show how potent and impossibl... |
I was forced to my knees, groaning and roaring through a face split and terrible with fangs erupting from my gums. My face was tighter than the muscles in my arms and my bones were beginning to creak from the strain of holding such a creature back even for a few seconds. For those handful of seconds I had somehow mana... |
A blade point erupted though the minotaurs open, salivating mouth and suddenly the pressure ceased. Eyes rolling into the back of its skull, a fountain of high pressure blood suddenly gouted from between the enormous chisel-like teeth and I twisted and rolled away from the falling corpse. |
"That was impressive." Viconia stated simply, making and effort not to look at me and I thrashed with the sensation of the vampire returning to my subconscious. Quickly and carefully she wiped Dragonblade clean on a mane of fur, looking over our handiwork and raising an eyebrow as I bent over dry heaving. |
"It always feels weird." I explained quickly, wiping my mouth on the back of a glove to clear the minotaur spittle that had splattered my face. "Not exactly painful, but not without sensation." |
"But effective nonetheless. You know that you don’t have to show off by wrestling such a brute?" |
"I thought you needed help." I said, feeling stupid at saying it as the flash of indignation crossed her face. |
"You presume much wael. You might have wrestled one and shot two but I managed quite well against the rest." |
Murmuring a poor apology as she glared at me, I rolled my neck and looked over our handiwork. Several tonnes of dead flesh lay scattered around us but it was obvious that only young calves and mature cows were among the dead. "I don’t think we’re finished though." |
"Neither do I. I doubt that any of these specimens are the alpha male that we are seeking." |
Together, weapons firmly in hand and Viconia filled with a crackling aura of raw power we made our way through the darkened entryway into the undercity. Normally stifling and claustrophobic in nature, darkened depths such as caves and tunnels were welcoming to the darkness infusing my soul. Within a heartbeat of enter... |
Our way into the depths was surprisingly wet lit, as gleaming stones were placed in regular intervals that although faded in potency still provided enough light for unenhanced vision. Some lay fallen and cracked on the floor, others seemed to fade in and out as though representing the dying heartbeat of a city long si... |
Through the dust and piled into some of the branching tunnels and rooms the collections of the minotaur herd had been left to add to the decay of centuries. Fabric, weapons, agricultural equipment, bones, hides and broken glass as well as long rotted plants could be found everywhere. With most of the steps we took we ... |
Checking each room and collapsed hallway in turn we made our way deeper into the depths of the central catacombs, feeling the cloying semidarkness and smells of a minotaur clan wrap around us even tighter with every step. We were in the lowest levels of the ruins now, a region that had been surprisingly untouched by t... |
Gingerly we entered the room beyond the smashed doors, picking our way through the rubble of their destruction and finding ourselves in a massive expanse that could only be a throne room. Life sized statues lined the hall, each representing a long dead Ayleid ruler or champion lost to the ashes of history. The craftsm... |
The rest of the enormous expanse was large enough for a crowd of hundreds to line the walls and face towards the raised throne on the far end. Alcoves and recesses were placed at specific intervals and behind the throne of polished and perfectly carved granite a pair of closed doors separated the hall from the handful... |
Piles of trinkets and collections of random items and vegetation was scattered about the hall, piled up against the statues mounted on their pedestals and in the darkened recesses along the hall. Such alcoves were failed to be illuminated by the glowing Welkynd Stones mounted in the stonework but it was enough for bot... |
There was however, no real sign of our quarry other than the traces of the creature making such an expanse it’s lair. The herd had obviously been stockpiling for the coming winter months and their attempts of gathering such a prodigious amount of food had led them to the village and the bounty the surrounding farmland... |
There was a scrape in the darkness and both Viconia and I froze in place, glancing between ourselves and searching the room for a trace of our quarry. For several heartbeats I began to believe that my ears had been playing tricks on me in the dark until I heard the sound again. A deep, dull scrape of an undefinable su... |
"Shar dormagyn udossa." Viconia whispered, her eyes widening in the dark as she suddenly froze with the first signs of fear appearing in her eyes. |
I stopped and gazed into the dark, staring to the far end of the room in the attempt to see whatever it was that had left the slightest tremble of fear course though her. For a moment and even with my eyes I couldn’t seem to see anything until one of the pillars seemed to move forward with the same sound of scraping e... |
Fear exploded behind my eyes and I stood, gaping at the realisation at what I was seeing. My suppression of my vampiric side had allowed me to see in the dark but didn’t provide the full ability to hunt by heartbeats alone. In the second it took to realise the size of the monstrosity that we faced I was already cursin... |
Six metres tall, it stood with its head hunched down due to the fact that it’s enormous curved horns would scrape the ceiling if it straightened, and a head with a mouth filled with shovel like teeth capable of biting a man in half. A creature of such size must have struggled to travel through the relatively tiny conf... |
Its hands were large enough to grip me entirely around the waist and chest, fingers as thick as my arms and everything was rippling with primal strength that seemed fully capable of picking up a knight and his warhorse and crushing them without any undue effort. It was enormous, overwhelmingly powerful and extremely a... |
Snorting with rage, eyes narrowed and bloodshot it stomped forward, making the earth shake with every step. Three tonnes of muscle and bone moved towards us, reaching out and grabbing one of the statues with both hands before ripping it out of the floor, pedestal and all. |
"Gi’vith!" Viconia shouted, diving to the side as the angry minotaur titan rushed forward swinging the three metre length of sculpted marble like a club. The impact rocked through the ground and up into our bodies with the sheer force and I felt dozens of stone fragments bounce off my armour as I too dived for cover. |
For such an oversized brute it moved like lightning and struck with the full power of a hurricane. Even wielding such a mass of stone it was only my vampiric abilities and Viconia’s elven grace that allowed us to survive more than a second against it. Ducking down and sliding across the floor I felt the buffeting wind... |
The crackling, surging energies surrounding Viconia illuminated her in a gleaming halo of witch-light, her eyes blazing with the power that she called upon in a series of gestures that looked more akin to a dance than incantation. Unfortunately, the threat that she posed was not lost on the semi-sapient creature and r... |
Roaring with the power of the spell she thrust her hands out, fingers twisting and weaving through the air as she directed a blast of energy right into its face and chest. I watched, awestruck by the power that she had at her command as the minotaur rocked back from the impact, shielding it’s face with its free hand a... |
She dived out of the way again as it swung the now ruined statue and pedestal, utterly annihilating the two she stood between and only just missing her by the narrowest of margins. Sprinting as fast as she could she weaved between the other statues, putting as much cover between her and the charging creature as possib... |
Ducking into an alcove she narrowly missed being pulverised into nothing by a wild swing, instead sliding into cover as it’s makeshift cudgel shattered in its grasp. A fist larger than my chest slammed into the tiny hole, missing the Drow only because of her agility and struggling to grab her lithe body. Slicing away ... |
Hacking into a massive calf muscle like I was swinging an axe into a tree truck I slammed Sunchild deep until it was stopped by bone. Its hamstring severed, it suddenly dropped to a knee bellowing with such force that my eardrums nearly burst and my chest vibrated with the sheer intensity of the sound. Realising the t... |
As it fell to its knees with a second hamstring severed another roaring wave of energy hit it in the face again, exploding an eye into jelly and shattering a horn at the root. Viconia was violently powerful, matching the creature’s brute strength with unrestrained power, calling upon her magicka reserves as I attacked... |
Caught between the two of us the creature finally succumbed to the injuries being heaped upon it. Both legs had their muscles severed, arms were cut and gashed deeply and Viconia’s magical assault finally began to wear it down until it finally collapsed from the pain and damage wrought upon its body. Both Viconia and ... |
"Nindol eighinn usstan gultah ulu dos isto’sunduiri." Viconia gasped through heaving breaths. Tiny streams of blood trickled from the minor cuts and abrasions from flying stone on her face and one of my ears was bleeding from the creature’s roars, but otherwise neither of us were seriously injured. |
I tried to rise to my feet but failed to do so the first time, pushing up with my hands on my knees and sucking in the dusty air that was clogged with death and the smell of minotaur. "That is not something I want to go through again." |
Viconia’s laugh was open but honest and sent a ripple of pleasure up my spine. It was a laugh of relief and surprise at finding oneself alive against all odds and she regarded me with a strange expression. |
"Neither do I, but I am glad that we both are effective in battle." |
"You’re putting that mildly." We both laughed for a few moments as I managed to drag Sunchild from the tree-trunk of a torso. "Who do you think killed it? Me or you?" |
"Me of course." Her usual arrogance reappeared once more but there was the tiniest amount of amusement in her eyes. "Don’t worry yourself too much. I will tell everyone we meet that you helped." |
I chuckled darkly and she watched with interest as I hacked into the creature’s throat after pulling her own blade from an eyesocket. It took a considerable amount of effort but finally I managed to separate the enormous head from its bullish neck. |
"I hope you don’t expect me to help you carry that." She said simply, watching as I groaned under the weight from simply moving the head away from the body and coating myself in gore. |
"No. I’ll carry it. But you will have to help carry something else." With a wicked grin I drew my tiny skinning dagger, and set to work shearing off a considerable chuck of pelt from the creature’s muscular back. |
With our grisly trophies prepared the two of us gave a brief search of the throne room and were surprised at what we discovered. Long since locked away by the Ayleids, the treasures of their local kingdom had been locked away in the antechambers connecting to the throne room. While most were mostly worthless, the anci... |
Most of the treasures were too large or bulky or heavy for us to carry, artefacts and items forged from precious metals were scattered about in the reliquaries or containers and although it pained me to leave such valuable objects behind we soon had more riches than we had ever expected. |
With a sled made from branches and the ruins of my cloak we returned to the surface, dragging the immense head of the titan covered by a large section of its pelt behind me. The head alone weighed over half my bodyweight, and as I puffed and swore and pulled on the makeshift sled I was left aching and panting with the... |
As night had darkened the landscape those in the village had retired to their homes and families, or in most cases had travelled to the lone tavern at the central square. There was a dark mood across the village that had nothing to do with the weather and more to do with recent deaths and the loud cries of amusement a... |
Viconia and I stopped outside, feeling the rain pattering off our armoured shoulders and uncovered faces. Despite the increasing chill I was sweating profusely from the effort of dragging the heavy head of the minotaur titan, feeling the salt sting the eyes as the rain washed it from my forehead and hair. The blood an... |
The door creaked as we pushed our way inside and I staggered under the weight of the decapitated head as I slung it over onto my back, holding onto its remaining horn with both hands. Without my vampiric strength there would be no way that I would have been able to lift or carry it for an y distance greater than a met... |
Inside the tavern’s dining hall, the other members of the guild were well on the path to drunken excess. The five of them spending the time raucously laughing, drinking and playing dice on one of the several tables in the room and completely blind to the hostile stares of the rest of the patrons. Most of the villagers... |
Several of the farmers had risen from their seats where they had been staring over their mugs of wheat alcohol at the way they started treating the young barmaid and a glint of a caneknife appeared in the dark as it was drawn from a belt. The building tension suddenly ceased at Viconia’s and my appearances in the door... |
Maglir recognised us first despite the drunken haze that was infusing his sight from hours of drinking. He stood from his chair, tipping over slightly and supporting himself with one hand on the table while the other thrust a sloshing flagon in our direction. "Brother! Sister! I am so glad you decided to give up that ... |
Neither of us said anything as we stomped our way over to their table, ignoring the cries of surprise from the others in the room as they saw what it was that I was carrying. The drunken fools at the table they couldn’t see what I had over my shoulder and their looks of confusion at our silence and darkened expression... |
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