"Don't be nervous Braylin, Baron Ximu does not mean any harm." Lord Igrod Crowwoman smiled to appease the distinguished guests at the banquet.
"Okay, mother." Under the gentle touch of the fingers of the female lord Braylin, the sharp ice pick melted into the mead around the fingers, flowing down the snow-white arm back to the empty horn cup on the dining table.
Although the looming disputes no longer existed, the atmosphere at the dinner table still hovered at freezing point.
Lord Igrod Crow Woman fumbled and pulled out a long bone spur from the bun on the back of his neck. His old face returned to its prime under the pull of twisted muscles: "Baron Ximu, do you want me to My sisters and I unleash a storm of misery and open the door to annihilation to the Gray Harbor."
"Yes, sir." Wu Chen still uses the official title, which explains a lot. For example, Wu Chen didn't mind her "civilian status" and didn't think it would affect her "official status" as one of the nine lords. This is obviously very important to Lord Iglod Crowwoman.
"I heard about the 'Crimson Dragon Break', which allows you to reset your destiny. So you want to try to resurrect the Vampire King who died in Gray Harbor?" Iglod Crowwoman gently touched his true face after so many years. The lord asked with a smile.
"No, I will not use the 'Crimson Dragon Break', but use it." As he spoke, the lord showed off the most convincing prop.
"Oh my god!" Lord Igrod Crowwoman suddenly changed his expression: "This is..."
"This is the conscience of Count Velandis Crowwatch." Wu Chen said with calm eyes: "It is also the only chance to resurrect Radha of Gray King Saran."
"Do you know what you are doing?" Lord Igrod Crowwoman's eyes were deep. The essence of trading is to each get what he needs. Since the lord wants the Ice Touch Witches to release the Storm of Misery and open the space tunnel to the Gray Port, then obviously the lord must have a matching "trading item".
"I will give the Ice-Touched Witches the protection of the law and get their due position in the second thousand-year dragon break that is about to be completed. There is no need to stay anonymous and hide in XZ." Wu Chen made an offer.
"We want the tomb of Gidenhur, the Pirate King Harknir Deathbrand on Hawke, as a sanctuary for our sisters. Of course you can plant a Lawgold Tree. We would also like to be your most Loyal follower." Lord Yggrod Crowwoman said the psychological price.
"You want Sanya Walrus Island." Wu Chen nodded lightly: "Deal."
"The Storm of Misery requires the extraction of a large number of mortal souls, so essentially it is a soul storm." Referring to the Lord's comments, Lord Igrod Crowwoman said with concern: "Where are you going to release it? ?”
"Anomalies." Wu Chen's answer is always unexpected.
"The Apophis Endless Library of the Demon God of Knowledge Hermoeus Mora." Lord Igrod Crowwoman suddenly smiled evilly: "So you really used the magic ring to engrave the Demon God of Knowledge Hermoeus Mora. , turned her into your "ring goddess"? "
"Yes." Wu Chen admitted generously: "The endless scraps of paper in Apophis Endless Library contain the broken consciousness of the Demon God of Knowledge Hermoeus Mora. There is no way to take care of these scraps. But a tragic storm sweeping across the entire Apophis Endless Library can perfectly utilize these fragments of Hermoeus Mora’s divine consciousness as the spiritual energy to open the Gray Harbor.”
"The fragments of the divine consciousness of the demon god Hermoeus Mora." Lord Igrod Crowwoman nodded slightly: "Even if it cannot be reshaped into a complete divine consciousness, the spiritual power contained in it is far beyond that of ordinary people. That being said, it should work.”
"Okay, sir." Wu Chen smiled and raised his glass: "Happy cooperation."
"Happy cooperation." Lord Igrod Crowwoman turned his attention to his daughter Little Igrod: "Daughter, I will hand over the position of Lord Mosar to you soon. Protect the border of Yar. "
"As you wish, mother." Little Igrod solemnly took over the responsibilities of lord.
The banquet continued. The deal was a relief to everyone present. The female lord Brylin, who was about to pierce the lord's throat with a mead ice pick one moment, now has her eyes as charming as silk, and her face is full of flattery, smelling of wine: "My Lord Baron, how about marrying me? Stone Mountain Town is my dowry."
"As you can see, I have no plans to marry yet, Lord Braylin." Wu Chen said with a smile: "Ending the 'Second Millennium Dragon Break' and repairing the annihilated and torn continent in front of me are what I focus on. Point."
"Ah, your lofty ambitions are indeed admirable. But there have been rumors in the Blue Palace that the empire intends to facilitate a marriage between you and the High King's widow. At that time, you will be known as the Lord of Hafengar, the owner of Solitude, and the master of the Blue Palace. I will be crowned as the High King of Skyrim. Will you consider including me in your Lady Gisethying guard at that time?"
"Why not?" Stone Mountain Town guards the trade route leading to Xueman, and the lord will naturally not let go of this important branch line: "It's just a matter of 'passing by'."
"It's settled, my Lord Baron." Starlight flashed across the eyes of female lord Braylin.
"Okay, Lord Bralin." The Lord said solemnly.
Being crowned as the High King of Skyrim may be one of the necessary prerequisites for achieving a perfect harvest.
After the banquet was over and a time was agreed upon, the lord sent the message directly back to the Gray Rock Castle.
Watching the lord and the housekeeper walking hand in hand into the Holy Light Portal. Everyone in Lord Gaoyue's longhouse looked at Lord Iglod Crowwoman with complicated eyes.
Those still remaining in the hall of the longhouse at this time are the last members of the Ice Touch Witches.
In order to survive, he changed his appearance and became anonymous. Hibernating in a small town on the edge of a barren dark swamp, it was not until the Fourth Age that people gradually forgot that it finally regained its strength. The secret of Sinet's mother, who transformed into Lord Yggrod Crowwoman, to maintain a long life as a Reacher is the ancient vampire alchemy that needs to be mixed when releasing the Storm of Sorrow: Ancient Vampire Alchemy.
The misery spell allows the ice-touched witch to gain the long life and bloody magic blessings derived from ancient vampires, but it can avoid transforming into a vampire. This has a similar effect to the crow hag stealing the power of the devil. Therefore, the Ice Touched Witches are similar to the Grimmery Fate Witches. They do not believe in a certain demon god devoutly. More often than not, arcane magic, necromancy, and alchemy are used to "steal" the demon's abilities.
Of course, this also means that the developer of the "High Moon Potion", the Mosar court wizard Farian, must have been blessed by the "Sorrow Technique". The root of the "life-extending magic" he has studied all his life is likely to come from the forbidden spells of the Ice Touch Witches. In order not to reveal her identity, the Ice Touched Witch was passed on to a male Redguard mage from Hammerfell.
Returning to the castle, the lord immediately read the related ancient books.
“First draft of a paper on The Storm of Sorrow.
These notes will one day become a dissertation on the Storm of Sorrow and the magic behind it, which I will eventually turn into a publication-quality article as soon as I can find the time.
The Storm of Sorrow is a mysterious phenomenon created by a blend of the magic of the Ice-Touched Coven and the alchemy of ancient vampires. It strikes without warning, leaving only death and worse in its wake. I've seen the destruction left behind by these supernatural storms. The power they summon can kill or transform the living creatures caught in them and transform them into unconscious shells, which we call Harrowed, but some of them become a new kind of violent vampires, which we now Call them Harrowfiends. Of course, not everyone who encounters the storm suffers such torture, but I have yet to determine the magical laws of who dies, who transforms, and who walks away unharmed.
As I continue to study this phenomenon, I am partially certain that the Storm of Sorrow was created through some sort of Reach magical ritual. This ritual uses a variety of mystical ingredients, including a fetish or totem and an alchemical mixture, in addition to a ritual chant to focus and cast the magic.
I still don't know if the torment it inflicts embodies the ultimate goal of the Storm of Sorrow, or is simply the unfortunate consequence of some latent goal. I'm also not sure who is behind these paranormal events. More research is needed to determine how the storm killed or transformed its victims, and whether there is a way to recover what was taken from them. Time will prove everything. ” - "On Harrowstorms" by Fennorian of House Ravenwatch.
