Open souls of the heartless

[Freyja]

( Gonna do a little psychopathic action here, brace yourselves )

"Kha...jiit??" Freyja felt the word on her mouth. She was Dremora-this Falas didn't know what he was talking about. She turned around to see a Dwarven Centurion standing behind her. She laughed at it hysterically, singing to herself a little war tune she had learned from a while ago. Freyja inspected it, climbing onto its back and sitting on its shoulders.

"Khajiit is weak. Dremora will show you why Mehrune Dagon prevailed against such a weak mind." Freyja laughed gently as she wrapped her small arms around the Centurion's neck, and jerked backwards. She tumbled backwards, landing gracefully on her feet, the Centurion's head in her hands. Freyja threw it down, smiling at the two elves. "Now you will die."

 

[Blackdoom59]

Phyrior walked closer to Faalas and Whispered to him very subtle:
"Listen, dunmer , I will use my illusion to turn this centurion on our side. Try knocking Freyja out , render her unconcious, I will do what I can afterwords."

Phyrior walked backwords , firstly , he wanted to look into his scrolls , but he could not apply a regular scroll if Freyja was hostile. So he opened his desk and found a green potion. Phyrior smiled briefly as he rushed at the dunmer to give him the potion.
"Drink this , then paralyze her , I know yahkem-ou can do it dunmer , and d-oht-n't loose more tayem-ime"
The daedra were returning , phyrior took the circlet from the floor as he took a roll of paper in order to repair it. He moved fast , and he was eager to place the repaired circlet on his head, to convert the daedra damage from mental to physical once more.

 

[Edgeheaded]

(I feel like I'm the only one here who isn't overpowered...)

Falas drank the potion and looked at Freyja, she sounds like a psychopath, yet he still wanted to help her and so he sent a paralyzing spell flying into Freyja knocking her down and making her body limp. He turned to the Altmer and asked "How are you planning to turn a headless centurion to our side?"

 

[Blackdoom59]

While the dunmer was paralyzing Freyja , Phyrior managed to repair the circlet and quickly placed it on his head , and so the sickness came back , but at least he wasn't controlled by the daedra. When the dunmer turned to Phyrior , he immediately readied his hands with illusion magic , focusing on only one of the centurions, as he was moving back into his innactivity. Phyrior looked at the dunmer and said:

"Take care of the headless one , make sure you damage his chest , and he will fall."

Phyrior kept using his illusion to calm down the other centurion. He needed the help of the dunmer. Upon seeing how quickly he managed to paralyze Freyja he saw that he is indeed overpowered talented. Phyrior's magicka was fading away as he deactivated the centurion. The daedra used up most of his magic , he must have been swift.

 

[Freyja]

Freyja felt the warm tingling that came with the paralyzing spell, and she cursed as she fell to the floor, limp. She was right next to the headless Centurion, and she growled at Phyrior and Falas. They wouldn't keep her there for long, and when she got up, she would destroy them. Freyja turned her head to look at the two elves, who seemed to be coming up with a plan. She noticed that Phyrior was using some sort of illusion on a Centurion, and she looked at Falas, who looked like he would take on the Centurion that she had rendered senseless. Freyja tried to at least move a finger, but she couldn't-the magic was too strong for her. It took all of her willpower to even move her head. Freyja chuckled, sensing Mehrune Dagon laughing with her. He understood how amusing it was to watch these two attempt to succeed. They won't last long.

 

[Blackdoom59]

Phyrior managed to deactivate the centurion , however he ran out of magicka. He felt to his knees , trying to meditate. He looked through his satchel and he had no potion. As Phyrior stood on his knees he wanted to hurry the process of getting Freyja back , and he did so without magicka. He moved to the paralyzed body of Freyja and placed his palm on Freyja's cuts. The scars could still be seen after such a long time. As he looked in the eyes of Freyja , his lips opened as words started pouring out of his mouth:

"You can do it Freyja!"

He took a brief pause before he continued speaking in daedric "Yahkem oht seth web Ahnurr! Yahkem seth ayem noht Fadomai! Yahkem..."Phyrior stopped for a moment as blood started dripping out of his mouth. He placed his other palm on his mouth but blood was still dripping through his fingers. His left eye started bleeding as he could see with it no more. The blood fell like a waterfall on Freyja's belly , but all of those would not stop Phyrior. "Yahkem cess bedt Mehtdoht- Mehrunes Dagon! Xayah khajiit! Xayah Freyja!"
Only he knew what he was saying , but it worked. Freyja's mouth opened and a red gas came out of there , merging with the air as it lost it's color. After this ritual Phyrior was exhausted, he fell asleep to the ground. Freyja however , could now not only think the way she wished , but was also not paralyzed. It seemed Phyrior's ritual had a side effect. Even if she was not mentally under the daedra controll, she still looked like a dremora-khajiit half breed.

 

[Freyja]

Freyja cried out as Phyrior placed his hands on her cuts. It burned when he touched them, and the Dremora inside her wanted to kill him so badly! Freyja's eyes widened when Phyrior started to bleed all over her-she wanted to move away from the steady downpour, but the Khajiit could not do anything to avoid the blood that was pooling up on her. She screamed as the Dremora began to come out of her, it was clawing at her will, attacking her both mentally and physically. Cuts started to appear on her neck that seemed to just appear, but they were really coming from the dark being inside of her, fighting to have control over her bloody body.

And just like that, the Dremora was gone. Freyja gasped, breathing in the air for the first time by herself. She had control over her own body, and she felt amazing! She moved her hand to hear head, then realized that she wasn't paralyzed anymore! Freyja sat up abruptly, inhaling quickly. She took off her gantlet to inspect her hand and frowned-she still looked like the Drem-Khajiit. Freyja buried her face in her arms and began to cry, happy that she had control over herself, yet also sad because she still looked like an evil demon. Freyja still had a couple tears in her eyes as she put on her gauntlet again and inspected Phyrior, who was sleeping. His face was covered in blood, yet he looked so peaceful. She gently placed her hand on the Altmer's forehead, whispering a gentle blessing to him. Even when she had attacked him, he still used all of his power to save her from the darkness that had taken over.

That's when Freyja remembered the phials that the priest had given her! She stood up and looked around until she saw them. Broken. Her eyes widened, and in a haste, Freyja looked once more through her satchel, hoping she that she had enough resistance to have kept one untouched in her satchel. Freyja sighed in relief as she pulled out the small potion, she did.

Freyja brought the black phial over to Phyrior and opened it. She poured the dark liquid into his mouth, hoping that the effects would be positive. What if phial was a poison? What if Khajiit just killed Phyrior? She abruptly kneeled down to listen to his heartbeat. It sounded normal, so she sighed in relief and sat back up, waiting for the elf to wake up.

 

[Blackdoom59]

Having no more daedric influence , the daedric centurion suddenly deactivate itslef. Phyrior was laying on the ground , with no more willpower to keep going. The pain he suffered was too deep ,he wanted badly to give up. Especially because as he fell down , the daedra entered his thoughts once more , and he had to fight them with the small power he had left. He could not take it anymore , he wanted to let the daedra take over and die , however something kept him going. As he was fighting tha daedra in his mind he sensed something in his throat. One of the vials! Someone resurrected him. But who it was , he did not know. He tried opening his eyes , the left one won't comply, as it was severely wounded.

Daedra words work just like elder scrolls , they try to blind the user. However their effect is stronger on the internal organs and the heart , rather then the eye. When his right eye finally opened , he could see a blured vision of some red figure. He instantly assumed it was a dremora , and he thought he lost. Phyrior kept looking at the figure , who did not seem to move , just watch him over and over. As Phyrior's vision cleared, he managed to see , it was Freyja! Could it be that she saved me? Phyrior looked around and he saw the dunmer as well. Phyrior placed all of his remaining strength into his arms , as he placed both pams on his chest. His health might have been low, but his magick was with him once more! Phyrior dual-casted a grand healing spell , regenerating not only his wounds , but the khajiit's and the dunmer's also. He proceeded raising from the floor as he placed his right palm near on his left eye , pouring healing energy to it. Phyrior knew what the khajiit wanted. He turned to the khajiit and the dunmer. His lips set apart, as his mouth opened:

"I am sorry ... Freyja , but as long as you are the champion of Mehrune, you will remain a half-breed, and daedra will try to take your mind in the future. The only cure is letting me take the title of champion away from you."

 

[Freyja]

Freyja looked at Phyrior, nodding sadly as he told her that he would have to take her title of champion away if she wanted to remain pure. Freyja looked at her red tail, it pained her to see it. She couldn't live like that! Freyja looked once more at the Altmer. "Freyja understands. Phyrior must take away the title." Freyja forced a small smile, thinking to herself. Besides, not being the champion of Mehrune Dagon allows me to devote my full attention to Nocturnal. Freyja now understood what her mother had told her of daedra, and thinking of that made her want to be pure once more. She really felt like she would be happy when Mehrune Dagon shunned her-for Freyja would never have to worry about losing herself in darkness again.

 

[Blackdoom59]

Phyrior looked to his scrolls. The easiest way to cure her was using a scroll that would end her life , sacrificing the flesh and giving Phyrior stronger power with the daedric word. However, Phyrior had no intention of killing Freyja , she could prove useful in the future. So he kept looking through his scrolls , until he found one most interesting.

It was a scroll that could create a ritual , and the ritual was used back in the second era , by the dark elf worshipers of Boethiah and all the way to the Oblivion Crisis. The scroll however , was like a tradition for marriage back then - the said persons will share eachother's blood as the blood of the daedra disperses. If any daedra will try to corruopt one of the users , it must face the other person's blood , which was a long and lasting process.

In short , after the end of the ritual , both users will have higher resistance to daedra control, most daedras won't even approach them. However the ritual caused side effects. As it is after all , a marriage ritual , through the blood pact , the souls who took part in the ritual will have a high affinity between them , which means in their minds , they will remain lovers until death severs them. If Phyrior was to do this ritual with Freyja, sooner or later this side effect would show up , and they will be forced to fall in love with eachother, no matter how hard they try not to.

Phyrior stood at a crossroads. He was in a desperate need for protection against the daedra, but if he told Freyja , she might reconsider , which will leave Phyrior without a sacrifice and without protection. Phyrior also tried to stay away from "love" and anything related to it in his past years. After beeing betrayed so many times in the past, he decided that love is for the weak and chose never to partake in something similar to it. That's why Phyrior didn't had a lot of people to call friends , he was afraid of them turning against him , like it happened in the past. However the only way to break the bond was the death of one of the ritual users. However with the death , the protection also fades away , and gathers a ton of daedric influences towords the minds of the widow.

Phyrior looked at the scroll, as he remembered his past for a brief time. His left eye , which was blinded , suddenly opened , both blood and tears comming out. Phyrior could see with both eyes once more , and he was ready to do what must be done.
He moved to Freyja, looking at her briefly. This is what must be done... he thought to himself , before he started explaining Freyja how the scroll worked: " After I use the scroll , you and I will have to link our right hands. Take Mehrune's daedric dagger and stab both of our palms when they are united , and I shall proceed continuing the ritual."
(The plot thickens)

 

[Freyja]

( Sorry for the short post, I didn't have anything to really do. )

Freyja watched carefully as Phyrior looked at each of his scrolls. She was worried that he would not be able to find a scroll, but her eyes brightened when he took one out. Freyja listened to what Phyrior had to say about the ritual, and she took out her dagger, inspecting it carefully. "What must be done shall be done." She put her dagger in her left hand and took off her gauntlets, placing them on the ground next to her. She was ready to be purified of the daedra that still had a foothold inside of her, no matter the cost. Freyja knew that all magic had a price, but anything was better than being a Dremora. Khajiit wonders what the side effects are....Whatever. They cannot be too bad if Phyrior decided to use this scroll.

 

[Blackdoom59]

(Ok I'm back, with a short post, will explain most of the side effects latter XD)
Phyrior grabbed Freyja's left hand as soon as she took her glove off. Her fur did felt different. Khajiit fur usually was softer then rabbit fur. This time however, The fur on Freyja's palm seemed rather sturdy. It must have been from the transformation. Phyrior held tight of her hand as he took Mehrune's razor and stabbed both of the palms in the union. As he did all that , he placed the scroll beneath the palms , so that the blood will spill on it. After he stabbed his hand and Freyja's hand, the dagger turned to dust, which also fell on the scroll. Upon doing this ritual, both Freyja and Phyrior passed out with their hands still linked, as an image of Mehrune Dagon appeared in their minds "YOU SHALL PAY!" .

As they were both lying on the ground , with only the dunmer to watch over them, the scroll started to change.

The red blood formed into daedric letters(the red ones) as the dust formed into other daedric latters(the orange ones). After that, Phyrior's markings started shining once more , and Freyja , who had her hand still linked to his, started returning to normal. Her fur loosing the crimson color, her claws getting smaller. Falas could briefly hear a whisper as the scroll started fading, until it faded away.

The whisper was "The Thrice Sealed House Withstands the Storm"

 

[Freyja]

( sorry for the bad post. I'm at camp and using my iPod)

Freyja gasped in surprise when Mehrune Dagon appeared in her head, warning her of his wrath. She fell down onto the hard ground and noticed her hand was still connected to Phyrior's. She passed out shortly after.

When Freyja next awoke, she felt different. The room seemed darker, and it wasn't all in shades of red. She looked at her paws, which were back to her normal gray color, with normally sized claws. Freyja sighed in relief, then looked over to Phyrior. He had saved her.

"Khajiit thanks you much. She would be lost without him, a fiery red demon that did nothing but destroy. She owed him a lot.

( sorry again for the short post, I miss my computer... )