Chapter Four Act Four: Untold Truths
Hey guys! Welcome to act four!
So I totally forgot that I was doing previously spoilers. Oops! I'll add them back now. Hopefully they help to refresh you guys.
Let's begin.
Previously on The Frost of Ages:
(From: Chapter Four Act Three: Paths Unwind)
Gerruck: To prevent that from happening again, they gave me his soul and power. It's the reason my other eye is black and it's the reason I... He... almost killed you. He is the reason these people are dead.
Olivia: Have you taken a look around, Gerruck?
Olivia: No dragon fit in here!
Olivia: These people were slain by the sword. Your sword!
Olivia: They are dead because of me! Because of you!
Olivia: Don’t you dare ignore the results of our actions, Gerruck!
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(From: Chapter Four Act Three: Paths Unwind)
Malkor: I know you have your own schemes going on, but if they slow you down again, I’m leaving you behind.
Castalia: U-understood.
Malkor: Then hurry up.
Malkor: We will be there by nightfall.
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(From: Chapter Four Act Three: Paths Unwind)
Mike: Wh-What the-
Mike: Davey! Don’t drink-
Mike: Um… What are you doing?
Davey: Wha- How- I-
Davey: I swear this wasn’t me!
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(From: Chapter Four Act Three: Paths Unwind)
Taeyva: I sense something… It’s…
Taeyva: One of them is here.
Sheogorath: What? Not even a thank you?
Talen: Thank you? For what?
Sheogorath: For saving you in Riften, of course! Call me Sheo. Sheogorath.
Sheogorath: At your service.
A lump forms in Talen’s throat as he feels his body stiffen. He has to blink multiple times, sure that his eyes are playing tricks on him. The daedric prince beaming in front of him exudes a nauseating aura. Talen feels lightheaded as he tries to come up with some kind of response.
Talen: The daedric prince? The Sheogorath?
Sheogorath smiles, a grin that sends chills down Talen’s spine.
Sheogorath: The one and only.
Talen sits up and shakes his head.
Talen: Okay… Hold on. I-I need a moment.
He rubs his head, trying to mitigate the quickly growing migraine. Sheogorath shakes his head, letting out a loud “tsk tsk tsk”.
Sheogorath: There aren’t going to be many moments left. I don’t think we should waste them.
Sheogorath snaps his fingers, appearing suddenly on the bed beside Talen.
Talen: What the-
Sheogorath: I could really use your help. And you could really use mine. What do you say?
Talen leaps to his feet and scurries away from the bed.
Talen: Woah woah woah. No. No no no. That’s nuts.
Talen: I’m not about to get involved with a daedric prince. Even if you saved me in Riften.
Sheogorath lets out a loud, exasperated sigh, dramatically slouching over like a deflating balloon. He sits up and ogles Talen once more.
Sheogorath: I understand your hesitation.
Sheogorath: I mean, I am the daedric prince of perfection after all.
Talen huffs, shooting Sheogorath a glare.
Talen: You’re the daedric prince of Chaos.
At this, Sheogorath wiggles his torso, letting out a meek, excitable squeal.
Sheogorath: You do know who I am!
Talen sighs through grinding teeth.
Talen: Yeah. And I’m not about to get involved with any daedra-
He is cut off by Sheogorath’s finger, suddenly inches from his face.
Talen: Uh-
Sheogorath: But you’ve already done that.
Sheogorath: Ellia, Boethiah, Taeyva. You have a habit of it.
Talen releases a heavy breath as soon as Sheogorath turns away.
Talen: Okay, fine. That’s true. But I had a good reason for each of them.
Sheogorath: Oh, I know. Saving the wife, saving the world, saving yourself. That’s a lot of responsibility to take on personally.
Talen curls his lips as his irritation mounts.
Talen: What’s your point?
Sheogorath spins around and grins.
Sheogorath: I only have one point, sir.
Sheogorath: That you need help. Fortunately for you, so do I.
Talen takes a deep breath, trying to regain a leveled head. Sheogorath already has him vexed but ignoring him will surely only make things worse. He narrows his eyes and nods. Sheogorath smiles.
Sheogorath: Thank you for hearing me out. You see…
Sheogorath: I don’t want control of Nirn like so many others. It’s too mundane for me.
He slowly trots over to the pillar and leans against it.
Sheogorath: You can have it, really. I seek another prize.
He goes silent and raises his eyebrows expectantly. Talen sighs.
Talen: And what prize is that?
Sheogorath smiles a truly wicked grin.
Sheogorath: Have you ever heard of null, Talen?
Talen shakes his head.
Sheogorath: I didn’t think so. It’s the afterlife when there is no afterlife. It is, by the very definition of the word, nothing.
Talen watches him dubiously. That was not much of a description, even if he is describing “nothing”.
Talen: If it’s nothing, then why do you want it?
The daedric prince chuckles.
Sheogorath: If you take nothing and fill it with everything, then you can create anything.
Talen furrows his brow, intrigued, skeptical, and cautious.
Talen: That sounds… malicious. Even from someone like you.
Talen: What does it have to do with me?
Sheogorath tips his head with a smile.
Sheogorath: Because there’s competition for it. You’ve formed quite the alliance here. I believe my joining of it is mutually beneficial.
Talen: How?
Sheogorath dips into a shallow bow and smirks.
Sheogorath: I think my work in Riften is proof enough. Imagine what more you could accomplish with me at your side.
Talen doesn’t respond. He isn’t about to blindly trust this daedra, and even though he is obviously hiding something, there is a strange sense of honesty coming from him. Sheogorath may not be lying right now, but he definitely isn’t telling the whole truth.
Sheogorath: I don’t expect you to trust me yet, Talen.
He spins on his heels and begins walking away.
Sheogorath: I do expect you to give me a chance. Give me a shout when you’re ready to hear me out.
He raises his hand, fingers poised in a snapping position, but stops. He turns his head.
Sheogorath: Your caution is understandable. You shouldn’t trust me easily.
His eyes narrow.
Sheogorath: You shouldn’t trust her so easily either.
Talen: Who are you-
Without a trace, Sheogorath vanishes.
Talen: Fine then. I-
Taeyva: Talen!
Taeyva’s voice rings through the stone halls. Talen freezes as soon as he hears it, sharp and impatient. He darts around the pillar just as Taeyva and Torund storm into the room. He raises his hand in an awkward wave, only to be interrupted immediately.
Talen: Hey, Tae-
Taeyva: Shut up. Where is he?
Talen gulps as apprehension fills him. He should tell Taeyva what had just happened. She’s only been on his side so far and if anyone would know what to do, it’d be her. Yet as soon as he opens his mouth to answer, Sheogorath’s final parting rang in his head. “You shouldn’t trust her so easily either.” As if he has no control over it, he slips out a different response, wincing immediately as if he’d just been pinched.
Talen: Who are you talking about?
Taeyva glares at him.
Taeyva: I can feel his presence. It lingers.
She nods to Torund.
Taeyva: Search the room.
Torund hefts his warhammer over his shoulder and carefully moves into the adjacent hall.
Torund: On it.
Talen: Um, what’s going on?
Taeyva’s glare snaps back to him. She doesn’t skip a beat and stomps in his direction, aggressively.
Taeyva: That’s my line, Talen.
Taeyva: Tell me who you were speaking to. Now.
Talen gulps.
Talen: I wasn’t talking to anyone, I swear.
She comes to an aggressive halt and plants her feet firmly.
Talen: Why are you acting like this?
Taeyva slowly breaths out, her patience thinning.
Taeyva: Because you’re convening with a daedric prince.
Torund:Empty. I think they’ve gone.
Taeyva: It seems so.
Taeyva: I won’t ask again. Who were you speaking to?
Talen’s throat clogs. He doesn’t have a reason to hide this from her. Does he? He really doesn’t know Taeyva as well as everyone thinks. Could Sheogorath’s warning actually have merit? But if trust is the issue, he shouldn’t heed that warning at all.
Talen: I… uh…
Davey: I don’t know how they disappeared. They just did! I didn’t take them off on purpose, believe me.
Talen glances to the familiar voice and isn’t sure whether to feel relieved or even more on edge.
Mike: Dude, I believe you, okay? I just really don’t want to look at your crotch anymore.
Taeyva: Who…
Davey: Well that’s why we need to find my clothes.
Mike: Really? That’s why? Not the fact that you’re currently marching around the fort naked or anythi-
Mike cuts himself off with a sharp gasp as he and Davey come to a sudden stop, eyes wide.
Davey: Oh, uh…
Mike: I swear it’s not what it looks like!
Talen: Aww, geez.
Taeyva: Excuse me?
There’s a short pause as everyone glances at one another, each sharing a look of their own, unique discomfort.
Mike: This is weird…
While they do, Davey lets out an awkward chuckle and starts rubbing the back of his neck.
Davey: H-hey, Taeyva. What, uh, what’s up?
Davey: I’m not naked to impress you or anything. I mean, I know that’s your thing and all.
Mike: Ugh, Davey?
Taeyva makes no response as her jaw slowly drops, along with her eyes.
Davey: Not that there’s anything wrong with it! Naked is cool. Totally cool.
Mike: Davey, you’re being a lot more obvious than you think, right now…
Davey quickly glances at Mike then down as the realization hits him.
Davey: Huh? What do you… Oh.
Davey: Um… I, uh…
He gulps loudly, it seems to reverberate in the room, now uncomfortably quiet. He smiles an awkward, toothy grin as he turns back to Taeyva.
Davey: Heheh… You, uh… You like?
The silence shatters as both Talen and Mike let out a unanimous groan.
Mike: Oh, Davey…
Talen: Oof…
Taeyva, on the other hand, didn’t make a sound. But she didn’t have to, her expression being answer enough.
Olivia: We should get some rest, figure out what’s next tomorrow. Okay?
She sighs despondently as she says it. They were unable to arrive at a satisfying conclusion in their previous conversation. Olivia thinks they are searching too much for justification. No matter how she looks at it, they are both the villains in this scenario. The only villains? No. Simply put, this war has no heroes. Gerruck seems to have accepted this truth, even though he clearly can’t handle it. Olivia on the other hand has no clue. She accepts it as the truth, but she knows she hasn’t accepted it for herself.
Gerruck: Right. That’s uh… that’s fine.
Gerruck keeps his eyes cast to the floor. He hasn’t met Olivia’s gaze in a while now.
Olivia sighs.
Olivia: You’re not alone in this now, at least.
She hesitates for a moment, hoping for a response. When it doesn’t come, she turns to exit into her room.
Olivia: Goodnight, Gerruck.
Gerruck: Goodnight, Olivia.
Gerruck closes the door softly behind him. As it shuts, he keeps his hand there, feeling the warmth of the wood. His fingers slowly trace along the ridges as his hand gradually drops to his side. It swings by his side as he stands still, facing the door. Gerruck doesn’t turn away until it stops.
He swallows, blinking a few more times than necessary, and trudges over to the bed. As he sits down on its soft surface, he wonders who would have spent the night here instead. Did he kill them? Or was it the dragons? Does that question really matter?
Gerruck: It does. I’m not responsible. I’m not.
He chants those same words again, every night now, hoping it would somehow absolve him.
Voice: It doesn’t.
Gerruck squeezes shut his eyes. The low, fiery voice burns in his head.
Gerruck: No. This is you. Not me.
A harsh, resonating laugh echoes in Gerruck’s skull.
Alduin: Ah, ha ha ha! We are the same now, you and I. Until you give me control, the responsibility will always belong to you.
Gerruck: No. We are not. And you will never take me. Never.
Alduin: Oh, but I will. It is only a matter of time.
Alduin: You grow weaker by the day. You know this.
Gerruck presses his face into his hands, gritting his teeth in an effort to suppress the scream.
Gerruck: No. No no no! I…
He trails off as tears start to well in his eyes.
Gerruck: I can’t do this. Not alone. Gods… Elyvaea…
Gerruck: I miss you so much.
Elyvaea: I love you, Gerruck. Stay strong for me.
Gerruck drops his hands, quickly wiping his cheeks with a sniff.
Gerruck: I’m trying, Elyvaea.
He sighs as he says the words aloud. They seem to vanish as they play into the empty room.
Gerruck: It’d be easier if I didn’t have to imagine you.
Elyvaea: Huh?
Elyvaea clutches her chest. The blade is gone; the pain is gone. She glances at her surroundings.
Everything is gone.
Elyvaea: Where am I?
She blinks, as if it would have any effect. Nothing. With a huff, she forces herself to a stand, surprised at how nimble she feels. She was stabbed. Killed.
Her non-bloodstained clothes and lack of pain makes her doubt the former really happened. As she peers into the vast darkness before her, those doubts quickly vanish.
Elyvaea: Seems I’m not through yet after all.
Wherever she is, it is proof of one thing.
She was killed, but she is not dead.
Castalia: You shouldn’t be surprised.
Castalia: You’ve seen what I am capable of.
Castalia: And she is even stronger.
Castalia: I’m not expecting any survivors.
Castalia: Neither should you.
Malkor took off in a sprint immediately upon entering Markarth. The corpses of his recent conquest remained on the streets, but now there were others. The corpses of his own proved the conquest of another.
Castalia rushed after him, down the cobbled streets and up the stone steps into Understone Keep. She found him there, kneeling over a still body of one of The Hunger.
Malkor: I saw first hand these creature’s power… Boethiah used one to take the city. She used many to defend it, only to still lose.
Malkor: How could one prophet accomplish this?
He mutters the question under his breath, as if not expecting an answer. Castalia sighs and supplies one anyway.
Castalia: She’s discarded the one weakness a prophet has. I am mortal; she is not. Though it’s still not that simple.
Malkor huffs. He clearly heard her, but Castalia isn’t sure if he was listening. As he comes to a stand, Castalia stares at the ruins around them. A part of her wishes she was here to witness the destruction. The rest of her is relieved she avoided it.
Castalia: She sure did a number on this place. I’m assuming you would have tried to keep the city intact?
Malkor: Yes. The Hunger only killed. It did not destroy.
Castalia: Well, Erinye does destroy. She’s quite fond of it.
Malkor: It’s unsettling how well you seem to know her. Is this a trap, Castalia?
Castalia shakes her head. She knows better than to try to lie to Malkor. Fortunately, she doesn’t have to. She gestures into the tunnel before them.
Castalia: Not by my intention. I can tell you that she is here, though. I can sense her through there.
Malkor narrows his eyes.
Malkor: Does that mean she can sense you as well?
Castalia: Yes.
Castalia: She is through there; up the stairs and on the left. There is no other presence though.
Malkor grunts.
Malkor: Then let’s not keep her waiting.
Castalia nods firmly and leads the way. She navigates through the rubble, paying close attention of the presence of Erinye. It doesn’t move, as if in waiting.
They emerge on the other side, keeping low behind the rubble and ruin. Stealth may be unnecessary for her, but she has to believe Erinye is unaware of Malkor’s presence. For now.
Castalia: Wow…
Her eyes widen as the chamber expands before her. The ancient, proud city, said to be impenetrable, has been laid to waste.
Castalia: Still surprised?
It takes Malkor a moment to respond. What comes out is a soft gasp of awe, with what Castalia thinks is a tinge of admiration.
Malkor: Yes…
She lightly shakes her head, readjusting herself, then drops low, facing Malkor. She gulps, immediate worry overcoming her.
Castalia: We have to believe she doesn’t know you’re here. So please, please lay low. We’re not here to fight, only to discover what she’s done. Okay?
Malkor doesn’t look at her. He sighs angrily, shaking his head.
Malkor: I will do what I came here for. I’ve worked too hard for her to ruin this.
Her heart sinks, but she is not surprised. With a despondent nod, Castalia responds.
Castalia: I… I know. Just try to stay back. For me?
Malkor scoffs.
Malkor: I won’t do anything for you, Cass. Now let’s go.
Erinye: I’m surprised to see you here, spiderling.
Erinye: Where’s your boy toy?
Castalia doesn’t flinch. She marches towards the woman before her, fighting against her instinct to flee. Yet she can’t fight the doubts already beginning to surface. This will not end well.
Castalia: That doesn’t matter. I’m here for my own reasons. Nothing more.
Erinye chuckles, sinisterly. She adjusts her grip on the large spear in her grip, as if trying to bring attention to it.
Erinye: And he is here for his own reasons too. Too bad he was too late.
Malkor crouches low behind a toppled pillar, carefully peeking over the edge to get a view.
Malkor: No…
Castalia: Yes, I know. I detected no other presence. You work quickly.
Erinye smiles.
Erinye: I have goals to meet, and little time to spare. For you though…
Erinye turns around. The spear she was holding suddenly vanishes.
Erinye: …I can make an exception.
Castalia continues her slow march, tracing her eyes over the bodies between them.
Castalia: You don’t have a scratch on you.
Castalia: And she put up quite a fight.
Erinye: Quite so. Though I must give credit…
Malkor: No. There's no way. No way.
Erinye: If he hadn’t put her in that frail, mortal body, I wouldn’t have stood a chance.
Erinye: He must be furious that I took his chance to kill her.
Malkor: You’ve ruined everything!
Malkor's eyes flare. His heart pounds in his chest, thudding harder and harder and his fingers curl in bloodlust. His hand flies to his sword. He screams, leaping out from over the pillar, raising his sword above his head.
Malkor: Hrraaaah!
Castalia: Malkor! No!
Erinye’s eyes snap to her aggressor. Her spear suddenly appears in her hands as Erinye drops low and thrusts her arms upwards.
Castalia’s eyes go wide as a shrill scream pierces her ears and her sight goes awash in the red spewing from Malkor’s back. Her hand drops in shock as fear paralyzes her.
Malkor is thrust backwards as Erinye burrows her spear deep inside his chest. She lifts him into the air momentarily before she slams her spear onto the ground. It dislodges from Malkor chest with a sickening spurt. Malkor immediately begins to writhe as screams once again fill the chamber.
Malkor: Grraaaaaah!
Erinye straightens up and dangles the flail off the tail end of her spear in her palm.
Erinye: Idiot.
Erinye: How stupid do you take me for? Clearly as stupid as you are.
Erinye: You’re going to die now. You’ve been stabbed by Malefic.
Erinye: It’s already poisoned your body and soul, eating away at you bit by bit.
Malkor: AHHHHHH!
Castalia stands still; speechless. As she watches Malkor writhing in agony, screaming with a dying pain, she is paralyzed. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. He wasn’t supposed to attack. She never should have brought him here. She never should have seen him again. She-
She never should have let Erinye speak.
This is not going to end well…
…for Erinye.
To be continued…
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