Dawnstar's Nightmares
Everyone in the city was complaining of nightmares that felt all too real. Sonin was very curious as to what could be wrong, since only a magical force could be affecting them all like this. Probably a daedric prince having some fun torturing mortals. With a sigh, she decided the dragon would have to wait. She needed to do something to help these people.
“Any ideas?” She asked her three companions after explaining the situation.
“Probably should ask the city’s wizard or priest,” Argis suggested. Vilkas was about to say the same.
“Good,” She led them out of the inn.
After some searching, she found a priest of Mara that had been investigating the issue. He led her to a temple called Nightcaller. Apparently, Vaermina the Dreamweaver was behind it all. Sonin felt anxious about this priest, like he was hiding something. Still, she followed with her companions. Sonin wasn’t going to let these townspeople suffer if she could help it.
“You should keep your guard up,” Vilkas whispered to her.
They continued up the snowy incline, “Never let it down,” she replied.
“He’s hiding something,” Farkas added, “I can smell it.”
“Smell it?” Argis questioned, no one answered.
Erandur, the priest, spoke as they reached the door. “The temple's been abandoned for decades now. Ironic isn't it... a ruin within a ruin? There's a small shrine to Mara I established inside the tower's entry hall. I was hoping to seek spiritual guidance from Her. Perhaps my prayers were answered and your reason for stumbling across Dawnstar is more than a mere coincidence. Follow me, it's this way. It feels good to finally have a chance to help these people. Helplessly watching them suffer's been difficult." He turned to face them, “There is more you should know. Years ago, this temple was raided by an orc war party seeking revenge...they were being plagued by nightmares just like the people of Dawnstar."
“Did they succeed?” Sonin asked.
He replied, "No. Knowing they could never defeat the orcs, the priests of Vaermina released what they call "The Miasma," putting everyone to sleep. It was created by the priests of Vaermina for their rituals. It's a gas that places the affected in a deep sleep. Because the rituals would last for months or even years, the Miasma was designed to slow down the aging process."
“Why is this important to know now?” Sonin questioned.
“I'm concerned that when this place is unsealed, the Miasma will dissipate and they'll awaken; both orcs and priests alike,’ he answered.
“Ah. So crazy cultists and angry orcs. Nothing a dragon hunter can’t handle, right?” Sonin joked, trying to ease herself of the sudden anxiety she had.
Argis put a hand on her shoulder, “I won’t let you fall to any threats here.”
“Aye,” Vilkas glared at the blonde, “Not that you had to worry since I’m here.”
“We get, you both have gigantic dicks. Can we move on?” Sonin snapped at the feuding men.
Erandur choked back a laugh and opened the door for them. Just as expected, the men and women that were knocked out by the gas started stirring awake. Sonin did her best to set them aflame before they started standing, but there were too many. Thankfully they focused their attention on each other rather than the strangers before them.
Argis stayed closest to Sonin. As his name suggests, he is her wall. Vilkas and Farkas ran out to lock blades with the orcs while Erandur and Sonin traded spells with the mages of the temple. They encountered a magical barrier that neither Sonin or Erandur could break. Sonin had to drink a potion to pull part of her back in time to where the soul gem controlling the barrier was.
Sonin felt heavy, a thick haze blurring her view. She stumbled down the unfamiliar corridors, dodging attacks from the invaders and priests. They didn’t seem to be aiming for her, but she wasn’t about to take a chance. When she grabbed the soul gem, the barrier fell and she hit the ground.
“Sonin!” The three men shouted in unison, rushing over to her.
“I’m okay!” She pulled herself up, taking Farkas’ extended hand, “Just light headed.”
“You did it. I can’t believe it worked!” Erandur exclaimed.
“Wait, you had doubts?” Sonin marched to the Dunmer and grabbed a fistfull of the collar of his robes and yanked him down to her face. It was rather comical, “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t set you on fire for risking me like that?”
“You need me to destroy the staff causing the nightmares!” He put his hands up defensively, well aware this small woman would be his match.
Sonin searched his eyes before releasing him with a push back. She led the way to the final room. Angry now, the four men got to see just how powerful she could get. Her fireballs took up the width of the halls, charring everyone in front of her. Vilkas and Farkas felt a strange mix of fear and pride at seeing her let loose like this. Argis was very, very aroused. He loved a strong woman that could be his match. He also liked the way her hips swayed more when she was mad.
They came to the final room where two men stood, “Wait... Veren... Thorek... you're alive!” Erandur exclaimed and walked toward them.
"No thanks to you, Casimir,” one replied with a sharp tone.
Erandur replied, "I no longer use that name. I'm Erandur, Priest of Mara."
"You're a traitor. You left us to die and then ran before the Miasma took you," the second accused.
The Dunmer started to stutter, "No. I... I was scared. I wasn't ready to sleep."
"Enough of your lies! I can't allow you to destroy the Skull, Priest of Mara," their hands lit up.
Erandur shouted, "Then you leave me no choice!”
Erandur had been proven to be irrelevant as Sonin unleashed her strongest chain lightning spell that fried both men in one hit. Their bodies falling at his feet before he could summon up one spell. The Dunmer looked dumbfounded at her, pretty sure he wet himself.
“Go destroy that staff or your next priest,” Sonin’s voice left no room for argument.
They watched as Erandur cast his magic against the staff. A voice rung out to them, “He's deceiving you. When the ritual's complete, the Skull will be free and then Erandur will turn on you. Quickly! Kill him now. Kill him and claim the Skull for your own! Vaermina commands you!” Argis and the twins jumped at the sound while Sonin deadpanned.
“You don’t command me. If you want him dead then you can come and do it yourself!” Sonin yelled back, much to the men’s amazement. Their Sonin was standing against a Daderic prince.
“You dare to challenge me?” The voice was angry.
“You dare to try and command a child of Akatosh?” Sonin countered.
The voice waved a moment before the prince continued, “If you won’t do it, then I command your followers.”
“They don’t take orders from daedra either,” Sonin’s voice was strong and her temper high.
The shield around the staff broke along with the staff, shattering into glass-like pieces. “It is done,” Erandur stated. “Thank you Sonin. If you have need of me, I will gladly follow.”
“No thanks. I have my hands full as it is. Farewell,” Sonin led them out of the temple.
“What was all of that back there?” Vilkas couldn’t help but ask.
“I was growing wary, so I sped things up,” Sonin shrugged.
“I have never seen you cast spells with so much...vigor,” he settled on.
“You’ve rarely seen me angry,” Sonin chuckled a bit.
“Remind me not to piss you off,” Farkas quipped.
Argis leaned in with a whisper he didn’t know the twins could still hear, “I liked seeing that side of you.”
Sonin smirked and tried to ignore the blush growing on her face. They settled into the inn again, this time was Argis’ turn to sneak away and into her room. Sonin had her back to the door, setting her armor to allow it to air out and slipping into a simple fur lined dress she brought with her. It was simple, a tan color with darker brown leather straps pulling the corset tight against her back. Argis liked it though, crossing the room and putting a hand on her stomach and pushing her down onto the nightstand she was next to with the weight of his body. The damn man really was a wall.
“You look good in that dress,” his voice vibrated in her ear, “We’ll have to leave it on this time.”
“Someone seems eager,” Sonin laughed, “Did you get some pleasure seeing me lose my cool?”
“I’ve always preferred strong women,” He kissed the back of her neck while one hand held hers to the wooden stand and the other slipped under her dress and up to her rear.
Sonin’s breath was uneven as he squeezed her cheeks roughly. He moved his other hand under her dress now, pulling it up and exposing her ass to him. Argis also liked women with some weight on them, not delicate like some women. Sonin didn’t fight him as he spread her legs with a push from his boot.
She moaned softly as his erection pressed against her. Argis crouched enough to manage to slide himself in her. It was very challenging since she was so low to the ground, but after a few attempts, he was successful. Sonin felt like she was on fire, her hands still planted on the dresser. It creaked under her as Argis pounded into her.
Argis groaned behind her, getting close too quickly. He couldn’t help it. It was her fault for feeling so good. Sonin arched her back to help him get a better angle. His moans mingled with hers as he pulled out and came on her lower back and ass. He grinned at the sight, feeling like he was establishing some dominance over her as he whipped his seed off her and let her dress fall back down.
“Thank you,” Sonin panted.
“No, thank you my thane,” he winked at her once she turned to face him, “I live to serve you.”
Sonin felt an embarrassing heat on her face and quickly headed out of the room before he could manage to throw her on the bed and have round two. Vilkas would surely break the door down and rip into the man if she let him linger too long.