Harry Potter HP and the Gates Oblivion
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...Vampires in Oblivion aren't undead. It's actually a sickness that can be transmitted by coming in contact with anything infected, and can even be cured, though the antidote is a bitch to prepare.
TES Vampires do live extremely long lives, but Oblivion ones will be completely fine out in the sun as long as they recently fed, can function normally, don't have to kill anyone to stay alive (feeding is nonlethal anyway, and seems to not even cause pain), and in general just look like ugly, red eyed humans when well fed.
It just happens that most of them are complete jackasses, but Count Hassildor is actually a nice guy, if a bit snot nosed due to being nobility like any other ruler in Cyrodiil. And Lord Lovidicus was also a nice one - until the female Orc he fell in love with locked him in his room and caused him to starve into insanity. Stupid broad...
TES Vampires do live extremely long lives, but Oblivion ones will be completely fine out in the sun as long as they recently fed, can function normally, don't have to kill anyone to stay alive (feeding is nonlethal anyway, and seems to not even cause pain), and in general just look like ugly, red eyed humans when well fed.
It just happens that most of them are complete jackasses, but Count Hassildor is actually a nice guy, if a bit snot nosed due to being nobility like any other ruler in Cyrodiil. And Lord Lovidicus was also a nice one - until the female Orc he fell in love with locked him in his room and caused him to starve into insanity. Stupid broad...
Fact A: We know the killing curse is visible as a cloud/orb of light.
Fact B: We do not know how far the KC has to 'penetrate' to affect.
Hypothesis: Perhaps the 'cloud', rather than a possible 'seed core' of the KC smacked into Harry, before space folded and reflected the seed core - at high speed - back into Voldemort? This could help explain the unusual scar, and even its properties. A link between not just mind, but magic, between the two of them.
Edit: I'm just throwing out suggestions. Whatever the Author wants to use is fine with me, I'm just trying to stimulate inspiration. I think that's all of our goals here: Help the Author come up with more fanfic.
Fact B: We do not know how far the KC has to 'penetrate' to affect.
Hypothesis: Perhaps the 'cloud', rather than a possible 'seed core' of the KC smacked into Harry, before space folded and reflected the seed core - at high speed - back into Voldemort? This could help explain the unusual scar, and even its properties. A link between not just mind, but magic, between the two of them.
Edit: I'm just throwing out suggestions. Whatever the Author wants to use is fine with me, I'm just trying to stimulate inspiration. I think that's all of our goals here: Help the Author come up with more fanfic.
I know it's been a while, but hopefully no one's completely lost interest in this...
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ôNo Glenroy...ö the Emperor spoke up placing a hand on the manÆs sword arm. ôHe can help us... He must help us.ö
ôBut sire!ö
ôNo, leave him be. I shall speak with him,ö said the Emperor in a comforting tone as he slowly approaches you. He gives you a kindly smile. ôSo, we meet again.ö
You offer him a rather pitiful attempt of a weak smile in return. ôSo we do.ö
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ôAre you all right, young one?ö Uriel Septim asks you.
ôYeahà I will beàö You reply uneasily, trying to will the shaking of your hands to stop, but they are adamantly refusing to do so. You can tell heÆs curious and concerned, but you do not elaborate and he does not press you.
It isnÆt long before you easily notice the suspicious looks both Baurus and Glenroy keep shooting you. Of course itÆs not like either one of them are being discrete about it either.
Uriel follows your gaze over at two of his most trusted Blades.
ôThey can not understand why I trust you, they have not seen what I have seenàö the Emperor states, and then sighs. ôHow can I explainà? Listen, you know the Nine, how they guide our fates with an invisible hand.ö
In truth, you have no idea who ôthe Nineö are, but with the way the Emperor reveres them and speaks of them, they kind of sound like God that you heard about when your aunt and uncle would drag you to church before you went to Hogwarts.
You decide to give him a half truth.
ôNot really. ItÆs not something I really think about,ö you reply.
ôI have served the Nine all of my days and I chart my course by the cycles of the Heavens. The skies are marked with numberless sparks, each afire and everyone a sign. I know these stars well and I wonder which sign marked your birth?ö
This one was easy for you to answer as youÆd always been moderately good at Astronomy, even without HermioneÆs help. Unfortunately, if your theory about being on a completely different world is right, then they may not have the same constellations that Earth does or even the same names for them even if they do.
You decide to tip your hand a bit.
ôThe Lion,ö you reply. The looks both Baurus and Glenroy give each other speak volumes. Obviously the Leo Constellation does not exist in, wherever it is, that you are. The Emperor, on the other hand, takes everything in stride and seems unsurprised.
He merely nods, and you canÆt help but feel a bit awed by him.
ôThe signs I read, show the end of my path. My death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.ö
Now youÆre a bit baffled.
He went from being seemingly all knowing like the Headmaster of your school, to spouting off Divination like Trelawney, only heÆs predicting his own death and not your own.
ôWhat do the stars say about me?ö you ask curiously.
ôYour stars are not mine. Today, the Lion shall prove a prideful and noble protector when fortune fades,ö the Emperor replies cryptically.
It was a very well worded non-answer.
ôCan you see what the stars say about me?ö
ôMy dreams grant me no opinions of success. Their compass ventures not beyond the doors of death. But in your face I behold the sunÆs companion. The dawn of AkatoshÆs bright glory may banish the coming darkness. With such hope, and the promise of your aid, my heart must be satisfied.ö
ôArenÆt you afraid to die?ö you ask.
ItÆs such a simple question, but one that will tell you volumes about someone.
Voldemort is afraid of death; itÆs why he has gone to such lengths to make himself immortal. While you arenÆt afraid of death by any means, you are afraid to die before Voldemort has been taken care of. One of your deepest and most secret fears is what will happen to Ron and Hermione, Ginny, the other Weasleys and the Order should something happen to you before you fulfill your own destiny. Even now, the thought is gnawing away at you in the back of your mind, a constant reminder that you have to find a way back from wherever it is you are.
Uriel smiles, he knows what youÆre asking.
ôNo trophies of my triumphs precede me, but I have lived well and my ghost shall rest easy. Men are but flesh and blood. They know their doom, but not the hour. In this I am blessed to see the hour of my death; to face my apportioned fate and then fall.ö
Somehow, you donÆt see it as a blessing.
Speaking with Emperor Uriel Septim makes you feel insignificant. You canÆt help but admire his strength and wonder whether or not going to face Voldemort is going to feel like this. To know youÆre facing your imminent death, yet you walk on determined to see out your destiny knowing that, for you, there will be no tomorrow.
That you are both fated and destined to die.
Somehow, you donÆt think youÆd be as self assured or as strong as the Emperor when you go out to face your own death.
~~~~
ôNo Glenroy...ö the Emperor spoke up placing a hand on the manÆs sword arm. ôHe can help us... He must help us.ö
ôBut sire!ö
ôNo, leave him be. I shall speak with him,ö said the Emperor in a comforting tone as he slowly approaches you. He gives you a kindly smile. ôSo, we meet again.ö
You offer him a rather pitiful attempt of a weak smile in return. ôSo we do.ö
----
ôAre you all right, young one?ö Uriel Septim asks you.
ôYeahà I will beàö You reply uneasily, trying to will the shaking of your hands to stop, but they are adamantly refusing to do so. You can tell heÆs curious and concerned, but you do not elaborate and he does not press you.
It isnÆt long before you easily notice the suspicious looks both Baurus and Glenroy keep shooting you. Of course itÆs not like either one of them are being discrete about it either.
Uriel follows your gaze over at two of his most trusted Blades.
ôThey can not understand why I trust you, they have not seen what I have seenàö the Emperor states, and then sighs. ôHow can I explainà? Listen, you know the Nine, how they guide our fates with an invisible hand.ö
In truth, you have no idea who ôthe Nineö are, but with the way the Emperor reveres them and speaks of them, they kind of sound like God that you heard about when your aunt and uncle would drag you to church before you went to Hogwarts.
You decide to give him a half truth.
ôNot really. ItÆs not something I really think about,ö you reply.
ôI have served the Nine all of my days and I chart my course by the cycles of the Heavens. The skies are marked with numberless sparks, each afire and everyone a sign. I know these stars well and I wonder which sign marked your birth?ö
This one was easy for you to answer as youÆd always been moderately good at Astronomy, even without HermioneÆs help. Unfortunately, if your theory about being on a completely different world is right, then they may not have the same constellations that Earth does or even the same names for them even if they do.
You decide to tip your hand a bit.
ôThe Lion,ö you reply. The looks both Baurus and Glenroy give each other speak volumes. Obviously the Leo Constellation does not exist in, wherever it is, that you are. The Emperor, on the other hand, takes everything in stride and seems unsurprised.
He merely nods, and you canÆt help but feel a bit awed by him.
ôThe signs I read, show the end of my path. My death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.ö
Now youÆre a bit baffled.
He went from being seemingly all knowing like the Headmaster of your school, to spouting off Divination like Trelawney, only heÆs predicting his own death and not your own.
ôWhat do the stars say about me?ö you ask curiously.
ôYour stars are not mine. Today, the Lion shall prove a prideful and noble protector when fortune fades,ö the Emperor replies cryptically.
It was a very well worded non-answer.
ôCan you see what the stars say about me?ö
ôMy dreams grant me no opinions of success. Their compass ventures not beyond the doors of death. But in your face I behold the sunÆs companion. The dawn of AkatoshÆs bright glory may banish the coming darkness. With such hope, and the promise of your aid, my heart must be satisfied.ö
ôArenÆt you afraid to die?ö you ask.
ItÆs such a simple question, but one that will tell you volumes about someone.
Voldemort is afraid of death; itÆs why he has gone to such lengths to make himself immortal. While you arenÆt afraid of death by any means, you are afraid to die before Voldemort has been taken care of. One of your deepest and most secret fears is what will happen to Ron and Hermione, Ginny, the other Weasleys and the Order should something happen to you before you fulfill your own destiny. Even now, the thought is gnawing away at you in the back of your mind, a constant reminder that you have to find a way back from wherever it is you are.
Uriel smiles, he knows what youÆre asking.
ôNo trophies of my triumphs precede me, but I have lived well and my ghost shall rest easy. Men are but flesh and blood. They know their doom, but not the hour. In this I am blessed to see the hour of my death; to face my apportioned fate and then fall.ö
Somehow, you donÆt see it as a blessing.
Speaking with Emperor Uriel Septim makes you feel insignificant. You canÆt help but admire his strength and wonder whether or not going to face Voldemort is going to feel like this. To know youÆre facing your imminent death, yet you walk on determined to see out your destiny knowing that, for you, there will be no tomorrow.
That you are both fated and destined to die.
Somehow, you donÆt think youÆd be as self assured or as strong as the Emperor when you go out to face your own death.
A/N: I realize that it's been a LONG while, but I honestly don't think you'll be disappointed in the slightest.
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HP: GoO
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Speaking with Emperor Uriel Septim makes you feel insignificant. You canÆt help but admire his strength and wonder whether or not going to face Voldemort is going to feel like this. To know youÆre facing your imminent death, yet you walk on determined to see out your destiny knowing that, for you, there will be no tomorrow.
That you are both fated and destined to die.
Somehow, you donÆt think youÆd be as self assured or as strong as the Emperor when you go out to face your own death.
~~~
Wanting to get off this dreary subject, you decide to change it. Even Baurus and Glenroy were looking a bit uneasy, though neither has said anything.
ôSo, where are we headed to?ö you ask. Unfortunately, the Emperor doesnÆt seem to be done with your previous conversation.
ôI go to my grave. A tongue shriller than all the music calls to me, you shall follow me for a while, and then we will part,ö he replies. He then turns his back to you and heads towards the door to the next passageway, Glenroy is taking point once more.
Baurus then approaches you, burning torch in hand.
ôYou might as well make yourself useful and carry this torch,ö he orders you. ôJust stick close to us and youÆll be okay.ö
You nod and then take the torch from him, falling into step behind the Emperor with Baurus bringing up the rear.
ôBaurus, right?ö you ask hesitantly. When the Blade nods, you continue. ôWhat exactly are æThe BladesÆ?ö
Baurus looks surprised at you, as if this was information you should already know. It probably is and you probably would- if you were from this world, but youÆre not and you donÆt have a clue.
ôWeÆre the EmperorÆs bodyguards; our job is to get him out of situations like this, although I admit things are not going according to plan,ö he replied, though the last part was mumbled and you donÆt think he really meant to voice it out loud. You donÆt call him on it as youÆve have had experience in plans going up in smoke ôMy job is to make sure the Emperor gets out alive and I intend to do it.ö
You nod in understanding.
In many ways, the Blades are to the Emperor what the Order of the Phoenix is to you, only seemingly more competent. After all, you highly doubt anyone like Dung belongs to the Blades. Of course, to date, youÆve only met three of them- one of which was already dead within minutes of you meeting her. Still, despite their passive hostility towards you, Baurus and Glenroy seem like alright blokes.
Your little quartet comes upon a rather large and very dark room that just bound to be crawling with assassins. You tighten the grip on your wand as you hold the torch out in front of you, scanning the darkened room for threats, but itÆs hard to see beyond the light of the torch. You shift nervously, the weight of the Goblin Staff and the late Captain RenaultÆs sword donÆt offer much comfort- mostly because you donÆt know how to use a sword and the staff is a two handed weapon, one youÆre currently incapable of wielding unless you were to rid yourself of the torch.
Ahead, Glenroy draws his katana as he slows, taking time to scan the shadows carefully. Your breath has become shallow; your heart is beating so fast that you almost think the others can hear it and you would almost swear that you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your system. You come to a halt as the Emperor places a hand on his ornate, silver handled short sword. You absently note the sound of Baurus behind you drawing his own blade once more.
Things are tense and no one moves. Each of you are ready to strike out at anything that lurks in the shadows.
You catch a glint of something and your wand arm twitches slightly. A bead of sweat runs down the side of your face. Finally, two assassinÆs reveal themselves. Your reaction is quicker than the others, your hand already a blur of motion.
ôStupefy!ö you shout, a red beam shoots from your wand, but itÆs blocked by the shield of the on coming attacker. Fortunately, your spell hits with enough force that his shield is knocked out of the way, creating an opening for the Emperor to make an easy kill as Glenroy engages the second assassin.
You can already hear two more assassins begin to engage your group, but Baurus has already moved to intercept them. You swing your arm to assist him, but the ferocity of BaurusÆ attack, combined with the poor lighting make it impossible for you to aid him.
Thinking of something, anything to do to assist your new comrades, you step closer to the Emperor. With Glenroy having dispatched his foe and moving to engage the other assassins, you are currently Uriel SeptimÆs last line of defense.
As the two Blades kill the would be killers, you try to put the sound of steel penetrating steel and reading flesh out of your mind with little success. There is so much death, but itÆs kill or be killed and you rather like living.
You and the Emperor step around the corpses, making your way towards Glenroy and Baurus. You pointedly avoid looking at the deceased assassins as the four of you exit into the next room, Glenroy leading once more and Baurus bringing up the rear as they sheath their weapons.
Glenroy is once more scanning ahead as he steps through the threshold into the next room at a sedate pace. Once heÆs certain itÆs relatively safe, he steps all the way through, allowing the Emperor to gain access into the room. Uriel seems unconcerned with the threat of assassins as he casually steps into the room. You follow closely behind and, like Glenroy, are already looking for the next threat. Baurus is quick to follow and you hear him shutting the door behind him. Just to be safe, you point your wand at the door, muttering the incantation of the locking charm. Baurus gives you a strange look.
ôLocking charm,ö you offer in explanation. ôMight not hold them for long, but it should buy us a couple seconds.ö
He looks at you approvingly and nods his head. Meanwhile, Glenroy has gone ahead to scout the way for more assassins. From your elevated position, you stare out into the shadows, but see nothing, despite both the light of your torch and the strange crystals hanging from the ceiling of the underused secret passage.
ôClear.ö You hear Glenroy say as he makes his way back up the steps he had recently descended. Once more in a single file formation, the Emperor makes his way towards the waiting Glenroy, with you following close behind Uriel and Baurus watching everyoneÆs back. It isnÆt long before your party comes to a gated doorway. Glenroy tries to open the gate to no avail. He then tries to fit his plate mailed hand through the bars, with no luck.
ôDamn itÆs locked from the other side!ö Glenroy announces.
You step forward, brandishing your wand.
ôAlohomora,ö you incant, but nothing happens. You frown in response. ôBombarda!ö you say a little forcefully. The reddish orange beam connects with the lock, but your magic seems to be absorbed into the lock. ôIt seems to be warded against any type of magic.ö
At your observation, Baurus, the Emperor and Glenroy each draw their weapons.
ôWhat about the side passage?ö Baurus suggests, looking at Glenroy.
More on edge than ever, your quartet makes your way across the room. There are far too many shadows here for your liking and you seem completely and utterly exposed. You stop at the doorway as you cast one last look around the room.
ôWhat is it, kid?ö asks Baurus.
ôI donÆt like this,ö you reply honestly. Baurus is casting glances around the room, but says nothing as you enter the dark hallway Glenroy and Uriel have already begun to traverse.
You and Baurus have barely exited the small passage way when Glenroy is cursing again. ôDamn, itÆs a dead end!ö
Suddenly, thereÆs noise coming from the room you just exited and itÆs your turn to curse. Glenroy shouts the one thing already going through everyoneÆs minds.
ôItÆs a trap!ö
Before he even finished his sentence, heÆs already pushing past you and rushing the enemy. Baurus pauses before rushing after Glenroy. ôStay here and protect the Emperor, guard him with your life.ö
And then itÆs just you and the Emperor alone in the room. Through the darkened corridor, you can make out some things, but not much. From the sound of the battle, Glenroy and Baurus are outnumbered, but not outmatched, prompting you to do nothing for the time being. Movement from Emperor Septim can be heard, but you try to keep focused on the crisis ahead. Unfortunately, Uriel has other plans.
ôI can go no further. You alone must stand against the Prince of Destruction and his mortal servants. He must not have the Amulet of Kings!ö As he says this, said amulet is thrust onto you.
ôI-I canÆtàö You try to protest and push the Amulet of Kings away from you, but Uriel Septim VII is adamant.
ôTake the amulet,ö he insists. ôGive it to Jauffre. He alone knows where to find my last son.ö
The look in his eyes speaks volumes and firmly tells you he wonÆt be accepting ænoÆ as an answer anytime soon. You reluctantly slip the blood red jeweled amulet into your coin pouch.
ôFind him and close shut the jaws of Oblivion.ö
Suddenly a roar from the other end of the darkened corridor distracts you as an assassin charges at you and the Emperor.
ôStupefy!ö you shout, but he ducks below it. You follow up with a more deadly curse. ôSectumsempre!ö
The assassin raises his shield and you see the tell tale slash of the curse strike the shield, but it does not fully penetrate. Unable to think of anything else, you throw your torch at the oncoming assassin. He slows his approach and crouches slightly so he can use his shield to knock the torch behind him. You use his momentary distraction to your advantage.
ôPetrificus Totalus!ö you shout, placing a Full Body-Bind on your would be attacker. His limbs went completely rigid and snapped to his side as he fell flat on his face. Grinning, you turned back to the Emperor only to see that a hole in the wall behind both of you has opened up. Before you can so much as twitch or gasp in warning, a blade is sticking out of the EmperorÆs torso. His eyes meet yours and you see the life fade from his eyes as a small contented smile graces his increasingly lifeless features- blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The assassin pulls his blade from the EmperorÆs body and unceremoniously pushes him to the floor.
ôStranger, you chose a bad day to take up the cause of the Septims.ö
ôNO!ö Rage is bubbling to the surface from deep within you. Before the assassin can begin to think about attacking you, you thrust your left arm forward, silently and wandlessly banishing back into the secret passage from which he came. He slams against the wall hard, but before he can even begin to regain his bearings, youÆre brandishing your wand once more. ôCRUCIO!ö
You instantly feel the all empowering rush of dark magic flowing into your veins as you hold the curse on the assassin. You watch almost dispassionately as he lays there writhing around helplessly in pain, however, on the inside you feel a surprising amount of glee at the prospect of causing him pain- as if something inside of you has finally snapped.
All at once, you realize just what Bellatrix had been telling you that day in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. It wasnÆt enough to want to cause the person pain. You had to feel the need to do so. You had to take their pain and gain pleasure from it, to allow their agony to strengthen you. You had to allow yourself to gain strength from their weakness. After a moment, which seemed almost like an eternity for you and perhaps even more for your helpless victim, you release the curse. Though you are unable to see his face through the demonic looking mask, you can feel his eyes upon you, gazing at you in complete and absolute horror.
You raise your wand again, and you take a small vindictive pleasure in watching the indiscriminant murderer trembling in a delightful mixture of pain and terror. You decided to show him a bit of mercy.
ôConfringo,ö it came out as a whisper, but might as well have been shouted with the amount of power you put into the spell, as you aimed your wand right between the eyes of your attacker.
Suddenly, everything hit you like a freight train and the high you were on, came crashing down instantly. Your vision became blurry and you suddenly found that you couldnÆt keep yourself standing without support. You back away from the now headless corpse, whose vaporized head- or at least whatÆs left of it is now splattered all across the wall. You heave a few times, but close your eyes momentarily to fight against your rebellious body. Unfortunately, youÆre instantly assaulted by images of your victimÆs mangles body both right before and after he was killed by you.
Your eyes snap open instantly. And you stare off into nothingness as you stare blankly at the opposite side of the threshold of the secret passage youÆre currently sitting in. YouÆd read about the different stages of Dark Arts Dependency Syndrome and itsÆ side effects in SnapeÆs Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but you never once contemplated that youÆd ever feel them. Despite suffering symptoms of a fairly mild case, you wish you never had or never would again.
Having used the Cruciatus Curse, along with the Half-Blood PrinceÆs Sectumsempre, combined with your failure to protect the Emperor and the fact that youÆd killed his murderer in cold blood, you felt as if the world itself was coming down around you. You simply remain sitting where you are, trembling in silence, as you try to figure a way out of your hopeless situation, but come up blank, unable to contemplate any positive outcomes to your current situation.
From your perspective, the future was a dark place indeed.
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Good, Bad, Ugly?
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HP: GoO
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Speaking with Emperor Uriel Septim makes you feel insignificant. You canÆt help but admire his strength and wonder whether or not going to face Voldemort is going to feel like this. To know youÆre facing your imminent death, yet you walk on determined to see out your destiny knowing that, for you, there will be no tomorrow.
That you are both fated and destined to die.
Somehow, you donÆt think youÆd be as self assured or as strong as the Emperor when you go out to face your own death.
~~~
Wanting to get off this dreary subject, you decide to change it. Even Baurus and Glenroy were looking a bit uneasy, though neither has said anything.
ôSo, where are we headed to?ö you ask. Unfortunately, the Emperor doesnÆt seem to be done with your previous conversation.
ôI go to my grave. A tongue shriller than all the music calls to me, you shall follow me for a while, and then we will part,ö he replies. He then turns his back to you and heads towards the door to the next passageway, Glenroy is taking point once more.
Baurus then approaches you, burning torch in hand.
ôYou might as well make yourself useful and carry this torch,ö he orders you. ôJust stick close to us and youÆll be okay.ö
You nod and then take the torch from him, falling into step behind the Emperor with Baurus bringing up the rear.
ôBaurus, right?ö you ask hesitantly. When the Blade nods, you continue. ôWhat exactly are æThe BladesÆ?ö
Baurus looks surprised at you, as if this was information you should already know. It probably is and you probably would- if you were from this world, but youÆre not and you donÆt have a clue.
ôWeÆre the EmperorÆs bodyguards; our job is to get him out of situations like this, although I admit things are not going according to plan,ö he replied, though the last part was mumbled and you donÆt think he really meant to voice it out loud. You donÆt call him on it as youÆve have had experience in plans going up in smoke ôMy job is to make sure the Emperor gets out alive and I intend to do it.ö
You nod in understanding.
In many ways, the Blades are to the Emperor what the Order of the Phoenix is to you, only seemingly more competent. After all, you highly doubt anyone like Dung belongs to the Blades. Of course, to date, youÆve only met three of them- one of which was already dead within minutes of you meeting her. Still, despite their passive hostility towards you, Baurus and Glenroy seem like alright blokes.
Your little quartet comes upon a rather large and very dark room that just bound to be crawling with assassins. You tighten the grip on your wand as you hold the torch out in front of you, scanning the darkened room for threats, but itÆs hard to see beyond the light of the torch. You shift nervously, the weight of the Goblin Staff and the late Captain RenaultÆs sword donÆt offer much comfort- mostly because you donÆt know how to use a sword and the staff is a two handed weapon, one youÆre currently incapable of wielding unless you were to rid yourself of the torch.
Ahead, Glenroy draws his katana as he slows, taking time to scan the shadows carefully. Your breath has become shallow; your heart is beating so fast that you almost think the others can hear it and you would almost swear that you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your system. You come to a halt as the Emperor places a hand on his ornate, silver handled short sword. You absently note the sound of Baurus behind you drawing his own blade once more.
Things are tense and no one moves. Each of you are ready to strike out at anything that lurks in the shadows.
You catch a glint of something and your wand arm twitches slightly. A bead of sweat runs down the side of your face. Finally, two assassinÆs reveal themselves. Your reaction is quicker than the others, your hand already a blur of motion.
ôStupefy!ö you shout, a red beam shoots from your wand, but itÆs blocked by the shield of the on coming attacker. Fortunately, your spell hits with enough force that his shield is knocked out of the way, creating an opening for the Emperor to make an easy kill as Glenroy engages the second assassin.
You can already hear two more assassins begin to engage your group, but Baurus has already moved to intercept them. You swing your arm to assist him, but the ferocity of BaurusÆ attack, combined with the poor lighting make it impossible for you to aid him.
Thinking of something, anything to do to assist your new comrades, you step closer to the Emperor. With Glenroy having dispatched his foe and moving to engage the other assassins, you are currently Uriel SeptimÆs last line of defense.
As the two Blades kill the would be killers, you try to put the sound of steel penetrating steel and reading flesh out of your mind with little success. There is so much death, but itÆs kill or be killed and you rather like living.
You and the Emperor step around the corpses, making your way towards Glenroy and Baurus. You pointedly avoid looking at the deceased assassins as the four of you exit into the next room, Glenroy leading once more and Baurus bringing up the rear as they sheath their weapons.
Glenroy is once more scanning ahead as he steps through the threshold into the next room at a sedate pace. Once heÆs certain itÆs relatively safe, he steps all the way through, allowing the Emperor to gain access into the room. Uriel seems unconcerned with the threat of assassins as he casually steps into the room. You follow closely behind and, like Glenroy, are already looking for the next threat. Baurus is quick to follow and you hear him shutting the door behind him. Just to be safe, you point your wand at the door, muttering the incantation of the locking charm. Baurus gives you a strange look.
ôLocking charm,ö you offer in explanation. ôMight not hold them for long, but it should buy us a couple seconds.ö
He looks at you approvingly and nods his head. Meanwhile, Glenroy has gone ahead to scout the way for more assassins. From your elevated position, you stare out into the shadows, but see nothing, despite both the light of your torch and the strange crystals hanging from the ceiling of the underused secret passage.
ôClear.ö You hear Glenroy say as he makes his way back up the steps he had recently descended. Once more in a single file formation, the Emperor makes his way towards the waiting Glenroy, with you following close behind Uriel and Baurus watching everyoneÆs back. It isnÆt long before your party comes to a gated doorway. Glenroy tries to open the gate to no avail. He then tries to fit his plate mailed hand through the bars, with no luck.
ôDamn itÆs locked from the other side!ö Glenroy announces.
You step forward, brandishing your wand.
ôAlohomora,ö you incant, but nothing happens. You frown in response. ôBombarda!ö you say a little forcefully. The reddish orange beam connects with the lock, but your magic seems to be absorbed into the lock. ôIt seems to be warded against any type of magic.ö
At your observation, Baurus, the Emperor and Glenroy each draw their weapons.
ôWhat about the side passage?ö Baurus suggests, looking at Glenroy.
More on edge than ever, your quartet makes your way across the room. There are far too many shadows here for your liking and you seem completely and utterly exposed. You stop at the doorway as you cast one last look around the room.
ôWhat is it, kid?ö asks Baurus.
ôI donÆt like this,ö you reply honestly. Baurus is casting glances around the room, but says nothing as you enter the dark hallway Glenroy and Uriel have already begun to traverse.
You and Baurus have barely exited the small passage way when Glenroy is cursing again. ôDamn, itÆs a dead end!ö
Suddenly, thereÆs noise coming from the room you just exited and itÆs your turn to curse. Glenroy shouts the one thing already going through everyoneÆs minds.
ôItÆs a trap!ö
Before he even finished his sentence, heÆs already pushing past you and rushing the enemy. Baurus pauses before rushing after Glenroy. ôStay here and protect the Emperor, guard him with your life.ö
And then itÆs just you and the Emperor alone in the room. Through the darkened corridor, you can make out some things, but not much. From the sound of the battle, Glenroy and Baurus are outnumbered, but not outmatched, prompting you to do nothing for the time being. Movement from Emperor Septim can be heard, but you try to keep focused on the crisis ahead. Unfortunately, Uriel has other plans.
ôI can go no further. You alone must stand against the Prince of Destruction and his mortal servants. He must not have the Amulet of Kings!ö As he says this, said amulet is thrust onto you.
ôI-I canÆtàö You try to protest and push the Amulet of Kings away from you, but Uriel Septim VII is adamant.
ôTake the amulet,ö he insists. ôGive it to Jauffre. He alone knows where to find my last son.ö
The look in his eyes speaks volumes and firmly tells you he wonÆt be accepting ænoÆ as an answer anytime soon. You reluctantly slip the blood red jeweled amulet into your coin pouch.
ôFind him and close shut the jaws of Oblivion.ö
Suddenly a roar from the other end of the darkened corridor distracts you as an assassin charges at you and the Emperor.
ôStupefy!ö you shout, but he ducks below it. You follow up with a more deadly curse. ôSectumsempre!ö
The assassin raises his shield and you see the tell tale slash of the curse strike the shield, but it does not fully penetrate. Unable to think of anything else, you throw your torch at the oncoming assassin. He slows his approach and crouches slightly so he can use his shield to knock the torch behind him. You use his momentary distraction to your advantage.
ôPetrificus Totalus!ö you shout, placing a Full Body-Bind on your would be attacker. His limbs went completely rigid and snapped to his side as he fell flat on his face. Grinning, you turned back to the Emperor only to see that a hole in the wall behind both of you has opened up. Before you can so much as twitch or gasp in warning, a blade is sticking out of the EmperorÆs torso. His eyes meet yours and you see the life fade from his eyes as a small contented smile graces his increasingly lifeless features- blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The assassin pulls his blade from the EmperorÆs body and unceremoniously pushes him to the floor.
ôStranger, you chose a bad day to take up the cause of the Septims.ö
ôNO!ö Rage is bubbling to the surface from deep within you. Before the assassin can begin to think about attacking you, you thrust your left arm forward, silently and wandlessly banishing back into the secret passage from which he came. He slams against the wall hard, but before he can even begin to regain his bearings, youÆre brandishing your wand once more. ôCRUCIO!ö
You instantly feel the all empowering rush of dark magic flowing into your veins as you hold the curse on the assassin. You watch almost dispassionately as he lays there writhing around helplessly in pain, however, on the inside you feel a surprising amount of glee at the prospect of causing him pain- as if something inside of you has finally snapped.
All at once, you realize just what Bellatrix had been telling you that day in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. It wasnÆt enough to want to cause the person pain. You had to feel the need to do so. You had to take their pain and gain pleasure from it, to allow their agony to strengthen you. You had to allow yourself to gain strength from their weakness. After a moment, which seemed almost like an eternity for you and perhaps even more for your helpless victim, you release the curse. Though you are unable to see his face through the demonic looking mask, you can feel his eyes upon you, gazing at you in complete and absolute horror.
You raise your wand again, and you take a small vindictive pleasure in watching the indiscriminant murderer trembling in a delightful mixture of pain and terror. You decided to show him a bit of mercy.
ôConfringo,ö it came out as a whisper, but might as well have been shouted with the amount of power you put into the spell, as you aimed your wand right between the eyes of your attacker.
Suddenly, everything hit you like a freight train and the high you were on, came crashing down instantly. Your vision became blurry and you suddenly found that you couldnÆt keep yourself standing without support. You back away from the now headless corpse, whose vaporized head- or at least whatÆs left of it is now splattered all across the wall. You heave a few times, but close your eyes momentarily to fight against your rebellious body. Unfortunately, youÆre instantly assaulted by images of your victimÆs mangles body both right before and after he was killed by you.
Your eyes snap open instantly. And you stare off into nothingness as you stare blankly at the opposite side of the threshold of the secret passage youÆre currently sitting in. YouÆd read about the different stages of Dark Arts Dependency Syndrome and itsÆ side effects in SnapeÆs Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but you never once contemplated that youÆd ever feel them. Despite suffering symptoms of a fairly mild case, you wish you never had or never would again.
Having used the Cruciatus Curse, along with the Half-Blood PrinceÆs Sectumsempre, combined with your failure to protect the Emperor and the fact that youÆd killed his murderer in cold blood, you felt as if the world itself was coming down around you. You simply remain sitting where you are, trembling in silence, as you try to figure a way out of your hopeless situation, but come up blank, unable to contemplate any positive outcomes to your current situation.
From your perspective, the future was a dark place indeed.
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Good, Bad, Ugly?
Well, even a novice Tamriel mage is going to own Harry in a heartbeat. Heavyhitters like Mannimarco will flatten him without a care in the world.
That is, if you're going with the all-powerful archnecromancer he's portrayed as in Tamriel's lore and in Daggerfall, where he ascends to divinity. In-game Manni's a wuss. Lore-Mannimarco could beat the snot out of Dumbledore and Voldemort with both hands tied behind his back.
There's also the problem of magic in Tamriel being incompatible with HP magic. Tamriel magi can steal lives and souls, cause mass invisibility, conjure greater daedra and undead, fly, hurl fire, ice, lightning and poison, imprison souls, bargain with gods and the daedric princes and tons of other junk. HP magic requires a crutch and only has relatively weak effects - which any mage with a Reflect or Spell Absorption spell can laugh at.
So, yeah, Harry's done for. Even against warriors and rogues.
EDIT: You'll have to find some way to balance things out - through preferably not by nerfing the TES magic system. Anyone with a Reflect, Spell Absorption or similar enchantments - or even a decent sneak skill - will eat Harry alive, and that's not counting the tons o' beasts that are magic resistant.
That is, if you're going with the all-powerful archnecromancer he's portrayed as in Tamriel's lore and in Daggerfall, where he ascends to divinity. In-game Manni's a wuss. Lore-Mannimarco could beat the snot out of Dumbledore and Voldemort with both hands tied behind his back.
There's also the problem of magic in Tamriel being incompatible with HP magic. Tamriel magi can steal lives and souls, cause mass invisibility, conjure greater daedra and undead, fly, hurl fire, ice, lightning and poison, imprison souls, bargain with gods and the daedric princes and tons of other junk. HP magic requires a crutch and only has relatively weak effects - which any mage with a Reflect or Spell Absorption spell can laugh at.
So, yeah, Harry's done for. Even against warriors and rogues.
EDIT: You'll have to find some way to balance things out - through preferably not by nerfing the TES magic system. Anyone with a Reflect, Spell Absorption or similar enchantments - or even a decent sneak skill - will eat Harry alive, and that's not counting the tons o' beasts that are magic resistant.
Those issues have already been discussed in the beginning of the thread and have really been talked to death. I'm not going to get into how powerful one is, and what not.
Just think of them being two styles of magic being different and more versatile in different things. Earth and Nirn are two different places that have evolved in different ways, and thus the magic is "different", at least in how it's been employed for the entirety of their histories.
Keep in mind, Nirn is even more set in the dark ages than the Wizarding World is and the Wizarding World never had the need for some of the magic employed by Tamriel Wizards for it to be necessary for use on Earth.
The easiest way to explain this would be to quit thinking of things in terms of "TES Magic" and "HP Magic" and start thinking of it all as "Magic".
There is also the fact that Harry is not from Nirn, so certain rules of Nirn's magic don't quite apply to him like it does to most mortals. Although Harry is biologically human, in a sense, he is also much more- potentially at least. After all, Sithis isn't from Nirn either.
Harry's still fresh to Tamriel so he has yet to develope any sort of native skills.
Those will come later.
In-game, Mannimarco was a wuss due to circumstances. You can't beat Mannimarco without Hannibal Traven's sacrifice. Mannimarco would have been able to do that to nearly ANYONE he came across. Although the King of Worms was nearly omnipotent, he did have weaknesses and that is what Hannibal Traven exploited to allow player to defeat the King of Worms.
I have a plan for that particular vein of the story line, though nothing is set in stone as of yet.
Just think of them being two styles of magic being different and more versatile in different things. Earth and Nirn are two different places that have evolved in different ways, and thus the magic is "different", at least in how it's been employed for the entirety of their histories.
Keep in mind, Nirn is even more set in the dark ages than the Wizarding World is and the Wizarding World never had the need for some of the magic employed by Tamriel Wizards for it to be necessary for use on Earth.
The easiest way to explain this would be to quit thinking of things in terms of "TES Magic" and "HP Magic" and start thinking of it all as "Magic".
There is also the fact that Harry is not from Nirn, so certain rules of Nirn's magic don't quite apply to him like it does to most mortals. Although Harry is biologically human, in a sense, he is also much more- potentially at least. After all, Sithis isn't from Nirn either.
Harry's still fresh to Tamriel so he has yet to develope any sort of native skills.
Those will come later.
In-game, Mannimarco was a wuss due to circumstances. You can't beat Mannimarco without Hannibal Traven's sacrifice. Mannimarco would have been able to do that to nearly ANYONE he came across. Although the King of Worms was nearly omnipotent, he did have weaknesses and that is what Hannibal Traven exploited to allow player to defeat the King of Worms.
I have a plan for that particular vein of the story line, though nothing is set in stone as of yet.
Sithis may not be from Nirn, but he's hardly human. Depending on the source, he's either an evil god, an aspect of Mephala or something, much, much older.
And Manni is a god. The mortal you fight is hinted to may not even be the real Mannimarco, who ascended to divinity at the end of Daggerfall. He's also interviewed in a Morrowind book.
And Manni is a god. The mortal you fight is hinted to may not even be the real Mannimarco, who ascended to divinity at the end of Daggerfall. He's also interviewed in a Morrowind book.
Point.
However, Harry isn't a human from Nirn either, who could have either have been brought to Nirn for a purpose or was just "random flotsam" that simply appeared because of the Dragonbreak. Meaning he COULD be special, or at least, has the potential to be special.
For the purpose of this fic, Mannimaro will be the real one and the battle will be, like many other ones, different in the story than they are in the game.
However, Harry isn't a human from Nirn either, who could have either have been brought to Nirn for a purpose or was just "random flotsam" that simply appeared because of the Dragonbreak. Meaning he COULD be special, or at least, has the potential to be special.
For the purpose of this fic, Mannimaro will be the real one and the battle will be, like many other ones, different in the story than they are in the game.
As AJT would say... Part the Final.
~~~
From your perspective, the future was a dark place indeed.
---
You have no idea how long you just sat there before Baurus tiredly stumbles into the room. Another sickening feeling hits you like a physical blow to the stomach.
Glenroy didn't make it.
Circumstances taken into account, three guards, an aging monarch and a poorly equipped prisoner against at least two score of well prepared assassins in what was part of a phenominally planned mass assassination of an entire Imperial family simultaneously and it was a miracle that ANY of you were still alive. But it seems as if you and Baurus overcame the odds, at least for now. The thought wasn't nearly as comforting as you'd hoped. If anything, survivor's guilt seeps into your being and only makes you feel worse.
You watch as Baurus notices the Emperor's still form in the cold stone floor, blood pooling around him. The seasoned guard drops to his knees in despair.
"We've failed..."
Somehow, you can hear the self incriminating 'I' in his tone. Probably because you're doing the same thing he is, feeling that same guilt.
After a few moments of gazing down at the Emperor's lifeless body, Baurus notices something.
"The amulet... What's happened to the Amulet!?"
Speaking for the first time since the battle ended, "I have it. He gave it to me before he died. Told me to give it to someone named Jauffre."
Baurus looks confused, but at least he seems more knowledgeable, if only slightly, on the subject than you are. "Jauffre? Why did he tell you that?"
"Jauffre knows the location of his last son," you reply gesturing towards the Emperor's body. "An illegitimate heir from the sound of it."
Baurus looks surprised for a moment, but nodds in understanding. "It makes sense. Jauffre is the Grandmaster of my Order and was at one time a trusted Guard Captain of the Emperor. If anyone would have any knowledge of this remaining heir and his whereabouts and any idea of how we're to proceed, it would be him." He then turns his gaze to you and he's looking you directly in the eye. You have a feeling you're not going to like this. "Jauffre now lives as a monk at Weynon Priory just outside of Chorrol."
You hate it when you're right.
You sigh. "Baurus, I can't explain everything right now, but I'm not exactly from here. I have no idea where Chorrol or Weynon Priory are. Hell, I don't even know where we are now or how I even got here. I was just as surprised as you were to find myself inside that cell."
Baurus gives you a startled look of disbelief.
"That's impossible..."
"Story of my life," you reply dryly. You sigh again and run your hand through your hair. "Look, I'll help as best I can, but I'm going to need some help as well. A map would be useful for starters."
Baurus nods and stands and then holds his hand out to you. You take it and let him help you stand. You're slightly disoriented for a moment, but it passes as you quickly regain your bearings. He then leads you back into the room where he and Glenroy fought off the waves of assassins while you wree failing at protecting Emperor Septim. Where Glenroy sacrificed himself making a last stand for an Emperor who'd died within moments of himself. Seeing the various bodies strewn across the room, he did not go easily. He and Baurus must have taken on five or six assassins- a piece.
You're more than a little impressed and you feel even worse for failing them.
Even now, you know you won't be sleeping easily tonight.
Baurus heads directly for Glenroy's body, searching for and finding a scroll, walking back to where you're waiting, he unfurls it, showing it to you.
It's a map.
And further proof that you're no longer in at a magical boarding school in Scotland.
Baurus takes the time to show you the map, and how to interpret it (he doesn't bat an eye at the fact that you can't actually read the written language), along with giving you a magnetic compass amongst other traveling aids in Glenroy's possession and a few days rations. You still can't help but feel woefully unprepared as you leave Baurus, who stayed behind to guard the Emperor's body and to cover your escape from the catacombs in the event that more assassins are coming. You both found it doubtful, as they'd already succeeded in killing Uriel Septim, but it was better safe than sorry.
As you leave, donned ill fitting leather armor, a smattering of gold coins and semi-precious gems in your pouch, a magical staff strapped to your back and a short sword at your waist Baurus thanks you for recovering Captain Renault's sword. You don't have the heart to tell him what you had originally planned for it. You're also pretty sure that he already knew, but it remains unspoken between the two of you.
It isn't until you step out of the Imperial Sewers and take your first breathe of fresh air that your situation hits you. The land is foreign and unknown to you. Majestic, untamed and clean in ways that your own world has not been in centuries.
"Toto, it looks like I'm not in Kansas anymore..."
With a sigh and the heavy burden of two worlds on your shoulders you take your first step onto Cyrodillic soil, underneath a bright and temperate day that says nothing of the chaos and tragedy that has befallen the land under attack by mystical beings of greater power than you've ever imagined. A strange thought enters your head as you take your first official steps into a new world and a grand adventure the likes of which ballads will be sung about for generations.
That no matter the world you reside, despite the desperation of the situation, one truth has made itself known.
War. War never changes....
~~~
Anything further from the story will be posted to the preview section. So... Good, Bad, Ugly?
~~~
From your perspective, the future was a dark place indeed.
---
You have no idea how long you just sat there before Baurus tiredly stumbles into the room. Another sickening feeling hits you like a physical blow to the stomach.
Glenroy didn't make it.
Circumstances taken into account, three guards, an aging monarch and a poorly equipped prisoner against at least two score of well prepared assassins in what was part of a phenominally planned mass assassination of an entire Imperial family simultaneously and it was a miracle that ANY of you were still alive. But it seems as if you and Baurus overcame the odds, at least for now. The thought wasn't nearly as comforting as you'd hoped. If anything, survivor's guilt seeps into your being and only makes you feel worse.
You watch as Baurus notices the Emperor's still form in the cold stone floor, blood pooling around him. The seasoned guard drops to his knees in despair.
"We've failed..."
Somehow, you can hear the self incriminating 'I' in his tone. Probably because you're doing the same thing he is, feeling that same guilt.
After a few moments of gazing down at the Emperor's lifeless body, Baurus notices something.
"The amulet... What's happened to the Amulet!?"
Speaking for the first time since the battle ended, "I have it. He gave it to me before he died. Told me to give it to someone named Jauffre."
Baurus looks confused, but at least he seems more knowledgeable, if only slightly, on the subject than you are. "Jauffre? Why did he tell you that?"
"Jauffre knows the location of his last son," you reply gesturing towards the Emperor's body. "An illegitimate heir from the sound of it."
Baurus looks surprised for a moment, but nodds in understanding. "It makes sense. Jauffre is the Grandmaster of my Order and was at one time a trusted Guard Captain of the Emperor. If anyone would have any knowledge of this remaining heir and his whereabouts and any idea of how we're to proceed, it would be him." He then turns his gaze to you and he's looking you directly in the eye. You have a feeling you're not going to like this. "Jauffre now lives as a monk at Weynon Priory just outside of Chorrol."
You hate it when you're right.
You sigh. "Baurus, I can't explain everything right now, but I'm not exactly from here. I have no idea where Chorrol or Weynon Priory are. Hell, I don't even know where we are now or how I even got here. I was just as surprised as you were to find myself inside that cell."
Baurus gives you a startled look of disbelief.
"That's impossible..."
"Story of my life," you reply dryly. You sigh again and run your hand through your hair. "Look, I'll help as best I can, but I'm going to need some help as well. A map would be useful for starters."
Baurus nods and stands and then holds his hand out to you. You take it and let him help you stand. You're slightly disoriented for a moment, but it passes as you quickly regain your bearings. He then leads you back into the room where he and Glenroy fought off the waves of assassins while you wree failing at protecting Emperor Septim. Where Glenroy sacrificed himself making a last stand for an Emperor who'd died within moments of himself. Seeing the various bodies strewn across the room, he did not go easily. He and Baurus must have taken on five or six assassins- a piece.
You're more than a little impressed and you feel even worse for failing them.
Even now, you know you won't be sleeping easily tonight.
Baurus heads directly for Glenroy's body, searching for and finding a scroll, walking back to where you're waiting, he unfurls it, showing it to you.
It's a map.
And further proof that you're no longer in at a magical boarding school in Scotland.
Baurus takes the time to show you the map, and how to interpret it (he doesn't bat an eye at the fact that you can't actually read the written language), along with giving you a magnetic compass amongst other traveling aids in Glenroy's possession and a few days rations. You still can't help but feel woefully unprepared as you leave Baurus, who stayed behind to guard the Emperor's body and to cover your escape from the catacombs in the event that more assassins are coming. You both found it doubtful, as they'd already succeeded in killing Uriel Septim, but it was better safe than sorry.
As you leave, donned ill fitting leather armor, a smattering of gold coins and semi-precious gems in your pouch, a magical staff strapped to your back and a short sword at your waist Baurus thanks you for recovering Captain Renault's sword. You don't have the heart to tell him what you had originally planned for it. You're also pretty sure that he already knew, but it remains unspoken between the two of you.
It isn't until you step out of the Imperial Sewers and take your first breathe of fresh air that your situation hits you. The land is foreign and unknown to you. Majestic, untamed and clean in ways that your own world has not been in centuries.
"Toto, it looks like I'm not in Kansas anymore..."
With a sigh and the heavy burden of two worlds on your shoulders you take your first step onto Cyrodillic soil, underneath a bright and temperate day that says nothing of the chaos and tragedy that has befallen the land under attack by mystical beings of greater power than you've ever imagined. A strange thought enters your head as you take your first official steps into a new world and a grand adventure the likes of which ballads will be sung about for generations.
That no matter the world you reside, despite the desperation of the situation, one truth has made itself known.
War. War never changes....
~~~
Anything further from the story will be posted to the preview section. So... Good, Bad, Ugly?
M2J, I like this story you have.
I like the tone it carries, I like that Harry is jumping feet first into Tamerial and is trying to adapt and is already becoming accustomed to the harsher conditions of a medieval life. I like that Harry is not some pussy emo boy, whining over everything. At least till the shock settles down.
I wish to inquire something though; since Potterverse magic is shown to never actually exhaust someone, i.e. an inexhaustible source of magicka, would that transfer over to TES magic too?
I mean, if you have to give some sort of advantage to sixth-year Harry who doesn't even have any advanced spell like Fiendfyre or such, that would certainly help him out,no?
Also, would the patronous be able to do something against Daedra? Would the point-me spell still work? Line of sight apparation possible? Does Alohomora translate into an Open Very Hard Lock spell? If Harry casts a Sonoruos charm, and then shouts, does he blow out eardrums if his enemies? If Harry uses Imperius curse over a mythic dawn guy to tell him everything, doesn't that side step the whole book thing?
Just to throw out ideas; would Harry be using his earlier spells? Like using switching charms to disarm opponents, using banishing charms to snipe them from afar. I hope that Harry doesn't start riding horses like a pro, as the PC does.
It would make much more sense if Harry would just keep apparating around and speeding up travel considerably.
I hope you don't plan to have him focus on sword-fighting or such. Harry is a wizard, he should stay as such. Also, what would the time progression be like? Does the fact that Harry is travelling around closing oblivion gates while getting recommendations for the University going to affect how the quests go?
I like the tone it carries, I like that Harry is jumping feet first into Tamerial and is trying to adapt and is already becoming accustomed to the harsher conditions of a medieval life. I like that Harry is not some pussy emo boy, whining over everything. At least till the shock settles down.
I wish to inquire something though; since Potterverse magic is shown to never actually exhaust someone, i.e. an inexhaustible source of magicka, would that transfer over to TES magic too?
I mean, if you have to give some sort of advantage to sixth-year Harry who doesn't even have any advanced spell like Fiendfyre or such, that would certainly help him out,no?
Also, would the patronous be able to do something against Daedra? Would the point-me spell still work? Line of sight apparation possible? Does Alohomora translate into an Open Very Hard Lock spell? If Harry casts a Sonoruos charm, and then shouts, does he blow out eardrums if his enemies? If Harry uses Imperius curse over a mythic dawn guy to tell him everything, doesn't that side step the whole book thing?
Just to throw out ideas; would Harry be using his earlier spells? Like using switching charms to disarm opponents, using banishing charms to snipe them from afar. I hope that Harry doesn't start riding horses like a pro, as the PC does.
It would make much more sense if Harry would just keep apparating around and speeding up travel considerably.
I hope you don't plan to have him focus on sword-fighting or such. Harry is a wizard, he should stay as such. Also, what would the time progression be like? Does the fact that Harry is travelling around closing oblivion gates while getting recommendations for the University going to affect how the quests go?
As you've pointed out, I can do any combination of a lot of things. However, like the noobs (if there are any left) playing Oblivion, Harry won't have a horse for quite some time.
And even then the first horse he'll receive will be Prior Maborel's, a relatively slow and docile bay horse. So even though Harry will be a horse riding novice (at least at first) it's not like he's going to be riding Shadowmere.
Harry will have a set amount of magicka, more than most people, but not inexhaustable. I'll explain further later in the story. It will come up, I've already hinted at it in the first chapter.
I honestly hadn't thought about the whole Patronus/Daedra angle. I suppose it's possible, but we'll have to see.
No, Alohamora will not be the ultimate unlocking spell, as demonstrated in the first chapter. There's a reason why I explained that he's able to pick locks. Some locks will be impossible to be opened by any spell Harry possesses. Likewise, Alohamora will not work for all spelled locks, but Harry has a small variety of unlocking spells.
It might be possible, though what about allies and wouldn't Harry blow his own eardrums out? It's a sound tactic, but I'm unsure if it'd be actually used. It's far too soon to tell, honestly.
This version of Harry (at least at first) would not use the Imperius Curse, though that may change. Again, it may not. It depends on how I go about developing Harry's character.
Where applicable, Harry will use "his own" spells. Likewise he'll also use (as much as I HATE this term) "Oblivion Magic". How he adapts to using both will be a constant work in progress.
Even if Harry managed to apparate, keep in mind he also has to have been to where he's going first. So no instant instant travel for ickle Harry-kins.
Harry will have to learn to use a sword, sorry to say. He's not going to become a weapons master, and won't become proficient overnight, so no worries about that.
Yes, the quests will be affected by time. Harry won't be doing many of the quests in the game, but he will complete a good many of them and even hear about others. Blackwood Company will have a large role in the story at large, whether Harry joins the Fighters Guild or not. As will the Black Bow Bandits.
Harry will have ties to the Thieves Guild, so aid from the peasants will be available to him for ALL quests he undertakes, game ones as well as UNIQUE quests- NOT just quests related to the Thieves Guild.
I'm honestly not set on any factions for Harry to join as of yet, other than The Blades. I've considered a good many however, including, but not limited to, the Mages Guild, Fighters Guild, Knights of the Nine and the Dark Brotherhood.
And even then the first horse he'll receive will be Prior Maborel's, a relatively slow and docile bay horse. So even though Harry will be a horse riding novice (at least at first) it's not like he's going to be riding Shadowmere.
Harry will have a set amount of magicka, more than most people, but not inexhaustable. I'll explain further later in the story. It will come up, I've already hinted at it in the first chapter.
I honestly hadn't thought about the whole Patronus/Daedra angle. I suppose it's possible, but we'll have to see.
No, Alohamora will not be the ultimate unlocking spell, as demonstrated in the first chapter. There's a reason why I explained that he's able to pick locks. Some locks will be impossible to be opened by any spell Harry possesses. Likewise, Alohamora will not work for all spelled locks, but Harry has a small variety of unlocking spells.
It might be possible, though what about allies and wouldn't Harry blow his own eardrums out? It's a sound tactic, but I'm unsure if it'd be actually used. It's far too soon to tell, honestly.
This version of Harry (at least at first) would not use the Imperius Curse, though that may change. Again, it may not. It depends on how I go about developing Harry's character.
Where applicable, Harry will use "his own" spells. Likewise he'll also use (as much as I HATE this term) "Oblivion Magic". How he adapts to using both will be a constant work in progress.
Even if Harry managed to apparate, keep in mind he also has to have been to where he's going first. So no instant instant travel for ickle Harry-kins.
Harry will have to learn to use a sword, sorry to say. He's not going to become a weapons master, and won't become proficient overnight, so no worries about that.
Yes, the quests will be affected by time. Harry won't be doing many of the quests in the game, but he will complete a good many of them and even hear about others. Blackwood Company will have a large role in the story at large, whether Harry joins the Fighters Guild or not. As will the Black Bow Bandits.
Harry will have ties to the Thieves Guild, so aid from the peasants will be available to him for ALL quests he undertakes, game ones as well as UNIQUE quests- NOT just quests related to the Thieves Guild.
I'm honestly not set on any factions for Harry to join as of yet, other than The Blades. I've considered a good many however, including, but not limited to, the Mages Guild, Fighters Guild, Knights of the Nine and the Dark Brotherhood.