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[soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYGNsMubQ3g ]
Ald Sotha Below, 5E911
House [redacted], duly noted under the digital house,
Whirling School Prefect Approval – [redacted]
Chronocule Delivery: souljewel count: 7662-00-80-00-000
Khajiit remembers…
A thoughtvoid exploded to his side, tossing him like a rag-doll into the Cyrodiil corpse he has just made. Ra’zhiin grunted as the swarmform residuals clawed fervently at his Memory, but he had been prepared and it merely tickled him at the edge of consciousness, leaving seedlings of doubt. Had the Cyrodiil survived his blade he would surely have zero-summed in a spectacular spray of null-casings. The Khajiit shoved himself off, pausing to brush the dust from his armor. Lifting his head he watched as the candle towers surrounding the White Gold Tower fired world-refusals at the Aldmeri belief-engines, and felt a small glimmer of mischievous glee as they bounced off. Millennia of fighting the Big Walker had taught them well.
“Insurgency One,” roared the tokbox in his ear. “Approach has been rendered. You are clear.”
“Acknowledged,” Ra’zhiin said, hearing the assents of his litter-mates. Bending down he wrenched the moonstone blade from the Cyrodiil’s corpse and continued his approach.
Flashes of killing light hurled themselves into the sky as a sunbird whirled from its vector to spray fire on the candle towers. Below the walls he could see scores of Aldmer troops chewing through the Imperial lines, eschewing honor with fratricide and slaughter. The towers poured light into the sunbird’s glimmering skin and explosions erupted along its flesh, shattering the roar of battle with mind-numbing sprays of coruscating light that were once lives. For a moment it hung suspended as if by belief alone, then slowly turned, falling past a tower – severing it mid-spine – before crashing into the heart of the Aldmer line, trailing carnage and Elven blood in its fiery wake. A high-pitched whine erupted in his tokbox and Ra’zhiin pulled it out. Screams of triumph went along the Imperial walls until a trio of sunbirds emerged from disbelief, and victory turned to horror.
This was the fall of the Imperial City.
By the time he reached the walls they had already been breached and Ayleid revenants were feasting on the surviving Imperials. Ra’zhiin walked past them, confident in his preparation, and never once did they pay him heed. Faces etched in terror watched him as he passed through the old Market District and made for the Green Way.
Pulsating shadows cast by a thousand explosions of magicka greeted him past the District gates. Swarms of soldiers rushed at one another, as though lovers to embrace, the requisite screams both pleasure and pain. Vaaj-na was already pulling up one of the sewer covers and Ra’zhiin did not bother to say anything before leaping down. He splashed into the river of sewage as his eyes shifted to darksight.
The old sewers wound for miles and miles above, below, and around the city streets, but the Khajiit had not come all this way to seek the knowledge washed into the [censored]holes of the Cyrodillic capital. Moving down a fetid avenue he heard Vaaj-na drop behind him, and re-inserted his tokbox. “Kaasha,” he whispered. “We are in. What is your vector?”
“Check your nine,” came the reply and Ra’zhiin saw her form detach from the shadows. “Alduwae found the entrance up ahead,” her voice said through the box. “This way.”
The Khajiit stalked through the sewer, sounds of battle echoing down from above. Now and then the ceiling would shake with the familiar thunder of a thoughtvoid or the more solid thud of a Dwemeri walker. “They were quite a shock,” Alduwae had said in the briefing. “Who knew the Imperials could mimic Dwemer tek?”
“Mimesis has always been their strength,” Kaasha had observed knowingly, and even the Altmer had to cede her his respect.
Now the Little Walkers were tearing through the Aldmer, by the sound of their screams. Ra’zhiin almost wished he could see it. “We’d better hurry,” he said instead, and the Khajiit pushed on.
They found Alduwae torn in half by the secret door.
No sooner had they seen him than the waters erupted with Argonian shock troops dressed in Altmer skin-magic. Kaasha had enough time to draw her blade before a tree-lizard gutted her. Ra’zhiin side-stepped a vertical slash of a lightblade before slamming his shoulder into the flickering image of the lizard, knocking it off balance long enough for him to look at it sideways and stick his blade in its eye. To his left he caught an image of Vaaj-na slashing at a senchizard roaring maw – the Khajiit was laughing and singing a song as the giant creature’s face slid off its head. A lightblade nearly shaved the nose from Ra’zhiin’s face, and for a time he was too busy to worry about his brood-mate.
He was not sure how long they fought, but in the end they were drenched in lizard blood and only they were standing. Ra’zhiin kicked the leviathan’s faceless head. “A dirty trick, that,” he grunted.
“They were all killed in the last war,” Vaaj-na sounded confused.
“There is a kind of philosophy that uses nothing but disbelief,” Ra’zhiin observed. Vaaj-na shrugged.
“We’d best get moving.”
They left their sister to flesh-beetles and entered the sacred crypt.
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