A Venerable Vintage [OQ] - Finished -

[Nerevar Telvanni]

Neven Telvanni- Warlock

Health : small cut, healed but scared┃ Magicka : Majorly Tapped┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : Night Eye, Detect Life┃ Wielding : Mages Staff of Shock┃ Equipped : Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock, Silver Longsword ┃ lnventory : x2 Weak Potion of Magicka, x 1 Weak Potion of Healing x1 Shadowbanish Wine (Red Wax Seal)┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus

It took all Neven could muster to keep his anger in check as the Bosmer woman stood over him, his own sword pressed toward his throat, as she gloated. If he wasn’t so worried about her stabbing him in the throat he would have sprang forward and unleashed his destructive magicka on her and given her a taste of what it’s like to go up against a Telvanni mage. But he was still trying to prefect his blade skills to increase his combat effectiveness and thus not have to rely so much on his stores of magicka . He should have been more complete in making sure that the vile woman had really been knocked out. He would still have both his bottles and on his way back to the inn if he had. Now he had to go and track one of the two remaining bottles down. He would get even with this Bosmer woman later that was for sure, the next time he ran across her, he would not be as merciful as he had been today. When the Bosmer finally dropped his sword and disappeared via her invisibility spell, he laid there for another moment making sure that she was really gone and not planning for another attack. This Bosmer woman was a vile and crafty one and it would be death to underestimate her again.

Satisfied that she was gone he went and retrieve his sword, he looked around the corridor has he sheathed the silver weapon. This time he would rely on his magicka something he knew he had more mastery over than his blade. With his sword put away he examined his arm, his lip curled when he thought about the scar it would leave, ’at least she hadn’t hit my tattoo’ he thought to himself. He reached over and covered the wound with his right hand and called forth his magicka this time to heal. He felt his stores being tapped then a warming sensation in his hand as it flared a bright white color, the pain in his arm slowly diminished until the pain was gone for good, once he was done the wound had been closed leaving a thin white line on his ash colored skin. Now that his wound and been attended to it was time to decide in which direction he should travel, going back the way he had come wouldn’t do him any good now. So he turned back around and marched into the room where they had their three way standoff. He chose the doorway on the far side of the room, hoping that this corridor would lead him to one of those final bottles.

Just before he crossed the threshold he recast his Night Eye and Detect Life spells, he felt his magicka stores draining even more with those back to back spells. He need to wait and have his magicka regenerate a bit before casting again, so he reached over his shoulder and pulled his Mage’s Staff loose and proceeded to use it like an old man would use a walking stick. Better to let his potential enemies and the remaining Vampires in this fort think the stick was nothing more than that.

 

[Nerevar Telvanni]

Neven Telvanni- Warlock

Health : small cut, healed but scared┃ Magicka : Recharged┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : NA┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Weaponward Cuirass (Resist Normal Weapons 9%) Leather Cuirass, Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock [Journeyman], Silver Longsword ┃ Quest Items : x2 Shadowbanish Wine (Red and Purple Wax Seal) [delivered]┃ Location : Wawnet Inn

Neven was growing a bit worried and quite frustrated the corridor he had chosen had so far been devoid of all life, undead or other wish. He was beginning to think he would have to back track and choose a different direction, but was soon relived when he noticed a glimmer of light coming from the end of the corridor. His nighteye and detect life spells had already ended, and he decided it was best to preserve his magicka for any battle that might take place instead of reapply them. His choice would soon prove wish as Neven stepped into what used to be the Fort’s commanders living quarters. The light he saw was produced from a set of candles on either side of a large wooden chest. No doubt it once belonged to whoever commanded this fort, meaning that it could hold some nice loot inside. Next to this chest where various bottles and the most prominent one being the purple waxed covered Shadowbanish wine, his main prize and the only thing keeping him inside this god forbidden fort. However his path to his prize was not unblocked oh no that would have been too easy, standing guard of this wood chest was the leader of this vampire coven, a Vampire Matriarch.

She slowly turned when he entered the room; her complexion was the palest he had ever seen. It was like she’d never seen the sun in years; her face was sunken in, her fangs inches long and sharp as daggers. But Neven had this uncontrollable urge to close the distance between them to embrace this woman, just like a mother called her children to embrace them. Neven took half a step before his sense’s returned to him, he blinked rapidly, and then realized that the matriarch had been using her vampire abilities to try and seduce him into service. He was going to have none of that, no one played with his mind, without warning he thrust forward with his staff, sending out a torrent of lighting at vampire matriarch. The spell hit her full force, but its effects where not what he had hoped for. Instead of reducing her to a seizing mess on the floor, the spell only caused her to stagger a bit. When she raised her head to look back at Neven, the look she gave would have frozen the blood in lesser men and mer’s veins. She sprang forward and bull rushed into Neven sending his staff from his grasp and knocking them both to the floor. Neven rolled away as fast as he could to put distance between him and the matriarch’s fangs and razor sharp finger nails. Neven’s hand plunged downward gripped his sword and pulled it free, it had only taken him seconds but the matriarch had already closed the distance once more, and swung upward in a slashing moment. The blade met flesh and the vampire screamed and took a swipe at Neven’s head with her finger nails, they missed just by a faction of a hair. This was not a game he wanted to keep up, after awhile this vampire would get the better hand over him, this vampire was at her most fearsome and if she had her way she would be dinning on Neven’s blood tonight.

When she made another lunged at him, Neven did the unthinkable and lunged forward as well, dropping his sword he placed both hands on her chest and drew forth his most powerful flame spell (Searing Grasp - 45pts on Touch) not once but twice. He felt the magicka drain from his body, his hands grew warm and fire shot forth and engulfed the matriarch. He threw himself back to prevent the vampire’s burning body from catching his own cloths a flame. The matriarch screamed and screeched, and even surprised Neven by walking forward a few more steps before collapsing to the floor. Neven ran over and picked his sword up off the ground, then quickly returned and plunged the blade into the burnt area around the vampire matriarch’s heart, then twisted the blade making damn sure this b***h was good and dead. Only when he was sure she was good and dead did he walk away to retrieve his staff as well as return his blade back into its scabbard.

It was now time to claim his reward, Neven picked up the bottle of wine, plus two other bottles that looked like magicka potions. That just left this large wooden chest to examine, luckily the chest had been unlocked, and no doubt the vampire matriarch was going to remove something from his depths. When Neven managed to pry the lid open he discovered a enchanted leather cuirass, as well as a flawed ruby in the very bottom. He dropped the ruby into his travel funds pouch then slide off this staffs harness system and slipped on the leather cuirass over his brown shirt. He slipped the harness system back on then returned his staff back to it, leaving his hands free to use his slowly recharging Magicka again. Hopefully he wouldn't need to use anymore on the return journey to the surface.

His trek out of the fort was less adventurous than his trek down inside it, the large wooden doors were indeed still open and the hints of the morning sun’s rays could be seen peaking though them. He found his horse still waiting for him in the location he had tied him up, even after being underground for a night had not changed his opinion of this flea bitten creature, but none the less it had its use’s that was for sure.

*****

By the time he returned to the Inn the sun had already climbed a good portion in the morning sky, and people were starting to leave there homes to start their days. He climbed down off his horse, tied in up once again in the same location as before and entered the Inn. The Inn keeper had a happy look on her face, and he could see why four other bottles rested on her bar table the others had beaten him back. He pulled the two bottles from his bag and sat them on the table, making sure to keep both in each hand. ”I’d like to see that gold before I go handing over the hard fought for prizes.” He demanded. The Inn keeper didn’t look to happy by his attitude, but if she wanted this wine badly enough she would compile. ”Here’s the gold I promised, two hundred, one hundred for each bottles of wine.” As she dropped the two bags of gold onto the table, Neven released the bottle and took hold of the gold bags and inspected them to make sure they did indeed hold one hundred pieces of gold each. ”Would you like a bed to rest in? the Inn keep asked once she put her wine away. ”Only if you plan to share it with me, I still have some pent up rage that I need to work out.” The Inn keeper gave him an anger look then said ”I’m not some sully woman!” Neven didn’t care that he pissed her off, he shrugged his shoulders and left the Inn. He had no real intention of staying in that Inn any longer than was needed, he desired to return to Cheydinhal and his Ayleid research. He climbed back up onto this horse after untying the beast and made his journey back “home.”