Wicked_Fiction

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #61

The crackling of the bonfire filled the quiet night, its light flickering across the rugged landscape. Kodlak sat cross-legged on the ground, his heavy armor set aside for the night, leaving him in a simple woolen tunic. In one hand, he held a bottle of mead, the other resting lazily on his knee.

His grizzled features seemed softer in the firelight, his white hair and beard almost glowing against the shadows. He looked at ease—an elder warrior who had earned the right to savor ...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #60

Erik pushed open the heavy doors of Jorrvaskr, the familiar warmth of the mead hall washing over him. The scent of roasting meat and the hum of conversation greeted him, but before he could take another step, a blur of fur and energy barreled toward him.

The small figure leaped with surprising force, and Erik instinctively caught it midair. “Geri!” he exclaimed, holding the wriggling corgi aloft. The little dog yipped excitedly, his stubby tail wagging furiously. Erik chuckle...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #59

The Bannered Mare was unusually raucous tonight, but no table drew more attention than the one occupied by Erik Deathsong and Sanguine, the Daedric Prince of Revelry himself. Erik's laughter rang out, loud and unrestrained, his flushed face a clear indicator of just how much he'd indulged. He leaned back in his chair, nearly tipping it over, his gaze dazed but mischievous as he stared at the ceiling beams.

Recovering from his outburst, Erik sat upright—or tried to. His elbow sl...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #58

Erik’s eyes narrowed as the figure pulled back his hood, revealing the face of a Breton man with a roguish grin and mischievous eyes. His annoyance barely veiled, Erik muttered, “Sam Guevenne. Sanguine. Or whatever you choose to go by these days…” His words trailed off, his tone flat with irritation. “Begone. I’ve neither the time nor the energy for your pranks.”

The disguised man, Sanguine—the Daedric Prince of revelry and debauchery—merely chuckled, his...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #57

The rhythmic clang of hammer against metal rang through the crisp morning air as Erik worked the Skyforge, carefully refining the final edge of an ebony katana. The weapon gleamed in the early light, dark and sharp, with a subtle gleam running down the edge like liquid midnight.

Erik inspected his work, his fingers running along the blade with a practiced touch as he nodded, satisfied. He placed the katana on the workbench beside an imposing warhammer, its ebony surface flecked w...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #56

In the quiet, mist-laden courtyard of Fort Snowhawk, Enthir held the soul gem firmly in his hand, studying the red sigils etched into its surface with growing fascination. He could feel the intricate web of magicka swirling within, responding to his will as he funneled power into it. Before him, the skeletal warriors, clad in ancient, rusted armor, moved in eerie unison. Each raised its blade high, their hollow eyes flickering with a faint, unnatural light as if bound by the same invisible th...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #55

Erik stood in the dark hallway, watching with a gleam of satisfaction as the last of the subjugated skeleton warriors shuffled obediently into the fortress’s hidden basement. There was a certain poetic justice in it: this was the same skeleton he’d first tried—and failed—to control upon awakening in this world.

Back then, he’d collapsed from sheer magicka drain, his soul too weak to withstand even the expert necromantic spells he now wielded with ease. Now, though, his ...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #54

Author's note: today's chapter is shorter than usual since I had some things to do, so yeah, sorry about that. The rest of the chapters will be as usual, 2.3k-3k words long.

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Maven Black-Briar sat alone in her chambers, the flickering light of a single candle casting shadows across the fine mahogany desk piled with contracts, letters, and records. Her brow furrowed as she poured over the latest trade agreements, her quill scratching across parchment as she made calcula...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #53

As Babette and Nazir tested their newly acquired vampiric strength in a playful yet skillful spar, Erik barely noticed, his attention fixed solely on the ancient stone wall before him. Carved in the graceful, angular script of the dragon tongue, the words etched across the wall stirred memories from long ago. It read:

"Noble Nords remember these words of the Hoarfather: To kill in glorious war is to honor oneself, to die in glorious war is to honor all of Skyrim."

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #52

Erik leaned back with a smirk as he looked around the room, taking in the wary, suspicious stares of the Dark Brotherhood’s assassins. Their faces ranged from shock to guarded resentment, and Erik relished every tense second. 'Now that we've established the stick, it's time for the carrot,' he thought, suppressing the smug amusement curling at his lips.

Clearing his throat, he said in a rich, commanding voice, "There’s no need to despair. After all, I’m here n...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #51

Humming to himself as he strolled along the woodland path, Erik's deep voice carried the familiar words of an old tune, "Sera was never an agreeable girl… her tongue told…"

Geri trailed along happily, sniffing at the mossy ground and weaving between tree roots with boundless enthusiasm. The little corgi's nose dipped and darted through patches of wildflowers and tangles of green vines, clearly delighted by the scents of the forest and the soft earth under his paws.

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #50

Erik turned the chalice over in his hands, noting the cold, weighty metal and the spikes curling out in patterns both jagged and elegant, framing intricate engravings that seemed to pulse faintly with a sinister energy. The black-and-gold vessel was almost regal, but with a dark edge befitting the Volkihar clan.

“So,” Erik said, his voice dry, “I need to go to Redwater Den in the Rift, find the bloodspring beneath, and fill this chalice with its essence?”

Gar...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #49

The boat rocked gently over the dark waves of the Sea of Ghosts, a chill breeze whipping through the air as Erik and Serana journeyed towards the distant shore. Erik sat at one end, lazily watching the horizon, while Geri lounged across from him, her nose buried in an old tome. Two undead skeletons, their empty eye sockets fixed forward, rowed with rhythmic precision, propelling the boat forward in eerie silence.

Erik broke the quiet with a low hum, his voice rolling into song. �...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #48

Auhtor's note: I think overdid Erik's line at the end a bit, but he's a skald (viking for something like warrior poet) and I figured he needed to be a bit poetic from time to time.

Serana watched Kaiden and the line of weary prisoners slowly fade into the distant snowy horizon, a thin shiver of movement against the bleakness of the landscape. When their silhouettes finally vanished from view, she turned to Erik with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed against the cold.

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Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #47

Deep within the dungeon of NorthWatch Keep, Erik stood before an Altmer mage cloaked in black robes, his presence exuding an almost tangible darkness. Slowly, Erik pulled off his mask, letting the Thalmor mage see the cold amusement in his eyes.

"For a mere Thalmor mage, you sure gave me more trouble than expected," Erik said, glancing down at the scorch marks smudged across his gauntlets.

Not far behind, Kaiden was catching his breath, slumped against the stone wall...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #46

Now draped in a worn cloak that covered his tattered rags and hid his face in shadow, Kaiden stood at the edge of the pathway, watching as Erik strolled purposefully toward the entrance of Northwatch Keep. The fortress loomed ahead, its imposing stone walls blanketed in frost, while the cold sea air whistled through cracks in the stone.

The entrance, a stone archway without so much as a wooden gate to bar passage, was guarded by two Thalmor soldiers, their rigid postures and glea...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #45

Erik studied his reflection in the cracked mirror of the small, dimly lit room in Dragon Bridge’s inn, his expression as dark as the shadows under his eyes. He muttered, almost to himself, "I look like I kick puppies for sport."

His pale skin, unnaturally sallow and gray from the botched soul transfer that had scarred his very essence, stood out even more after his transformation into a vampire.

And those eyes—glowing faintly with an eerie blue radiance—looked ...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #44

Isran woke with a sudden, desperate gasp, his hand flying to his throat. His fingers searched for a gash, expecting the telltale slickness of blood, the ragged edge of a fatal wound—anything to confirm the horror he remembered. But there was nothing. No wetness, no sting of torn flesh, not even the faintest scar. His skin was whole and untouched.

Breathing heavily, he sat up, scanning his surroundings. The crypt loomed around him, dark and cold, the oppressive silence settling ...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #43

Serana’s frown deepened, her gaze sharp as she studied him. “But… what exactly do you mean by that?” she asked, suspicion lacing her words.

Erik let out a slow sigh, shrugging as if he were stating the obvious. “I’d like to have my reward up front.” He held her gaze, his tone calm but his eyes gleaming with a daring spark.

Serana’s eyes widened, and she took a small step back, almost incredulous. “You mean… you want me to…?”

“Th...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #42

Serana’s gaze remained steady as she observed the two men. Erik, with his calm stance and faintly amused expression, barely registered on her sense of threat. Yet, there was something peculiar about him—a presence she couldn’t quite identify. It was almost familiar, a sensation that tugged at memories of her mother.

The sensation was subtle, more of a lingering essence than a clear resemblance, but it stirred a sliver of wariness within her.

But her attention quickly shifte...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #41

As the embers of their fire faded, Erik doused the last flicker of warmth with a careful sweep of his boot, ensuring no trace remained. With practiced efficiency, he and Isran packed their belongings, their movements quiet and deliberate in the stillness of the crypt.

Erik turned to Fallion, who was tightening the straps on his pack, his face calm but resolute.

“It’s best you turn back now,” Erik said quietly, glancing toward the ominous stone corridors ahead. “The Daught...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #40

Beyond the iron gate, the trio entered yet another cavernous expanse, a realm of shadows and subtle, eerie light. The jagged walls were streaked with patches of moss and glowing mushrooms, their faint blue luminescence casting elongated, ghostly shapes along the stone. Falion’s attention drifted momentarily as he noticed Geri darting to the far corner of the room, nose to the ground, sniffing with unusual urgency.

The little dog stopped by a cluster of eggs cloaked in co...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #39

Inside Falion's dimly lit house, Erik admired his handiwork on Wyrmspire. The blade, now fully enchanted, hummed with an almost palpable energy as he held it up to the flickering candlelight. Along its length, the runic inscription ᚺᚨᚺᚹᛟᚲ ᚹᚨᚺᛚᛏᛁᛁᛞ ᚱᚨᚺ glowed a fiery orange, as though dragon fire itself had been captured within the ancient symbols.

They represented an invocation in the dragon language, one that resonated the most with Eri...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #38

As Erik and Isran approached Morthal, the path grew quieter, shrouded by mist and the shadowed outline of trees. They kept a steady pace until, abruptly, a hooded figure stepped out from the side of the road, blocking their path with an upraised hand.

“Halt,” the man commanded, his voice calm yet edged with authority.

Erik’s gaze sharpened as he felt an unmistakable surge of magicka in the air, crackling around them, making the temperature spike. He scanned the...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #37

It didn't take long before a thick cloud of bloody mist began to coalesce around them, creeping closer with a sinister, almost sentient intent. Erik felt a chill run down his spine as he caught sight of four shadowy figures lurking within the fog. He turned his gaze upward, noting the sun hanging low in the sky, its rays growing fainter as the day slipped away.

With a weary sigh, he muttered, “Blood cloud. An old hemomancy spell used by vampires to shield themselves from sunlig...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #36

The vast expanse of the central plains stretched before Erik and Isran, an endless sea of gold and green broken only by the distant outline of mountains to the north. The jagged range split Hjalmarch from Whiterun, casting long shadows across the land as the sun began its descent.

With his sword finished, and his business concluded in Whiterun, he had decided to leave without wasting any more time. After the completion of the forging process, he headed to Dragonsreach to borrow t...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #35

As Erik stepped out of the Bannered Mare, Geri trotting closely behind him, he paused at the sight of Isran leaning against the inn’s wall, arms crossed and a bemused expression on his face. The morning sun cast a warm glow, highlighting the lines of concern etched on Isran’s forehead.

“Here I thought we were on an urgent mission,” Isran quipped, raising an eyebrow. “And yet, here you are… Did you enjoy yourself at least?”

Erik couldn’t help but chuckle. “What do...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #34

After a while of waiting, the noise of Jorrvaskr's hall had quieted, and Erik found himself lingering in the familiar scents of mead and burning hearths. His eyes swept across the carved wooden beams above, noting the history embedded in the very structure of the hall. It was a reminder of the legacy he was intruding upon, but it didn’t faze him.

Soon enough, the sound of footsteps caught his attention. Emerging from the living quarters below the main hall was Aela, her stride ...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #33

After a brief interrogation by the city guards, who eyed them warily but allowed them through, Erik, Isran, and Geri stepped through the great gates of Whiterun, passing under the looming stone archway.

Beyond the short wooden bridge that arched over a flowing canal, the Plains District unfurled before them, a bustling, vibrant heart of the city. The scent of cooking fires, fresh-baked bread, and the unmistakable tang of iron from the nearby smithy filled the air.

Wh...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #32

Somewhere in the Rift, the cold night air hung heavy, the stars muted by thick clouds overhead. A small campfire crackled softly, its orange glow casting flickering shadows across the surrounding trees. Erik and Isran sat across from one another, the warmth of the fire doing little to chase away the bite of Skyrim's unforgiving chill. The hired carriage driver they’d enlisted for their journey tended to his horses not far off, grumbling to himself about the cold.

Geri was makin...