- 5th of Evening Star, 4E 202 -
After making sure the area was clear I decided to grab a few hours of sleep. Fighting through the night really takes it toll. So I made myself semi-comfortable on a forsworn bed and got a few hours of mediocre sleep. With the sun at it's highest point I awoke, ate a decent meal, and then walked up to a door I had found earlier that morning.
The door led to a small room with another door, which would lead to one of the most exhilarating fights I've ever been in.
I threw open the door and found myself gazing upon a room with a large table and a high ceiling. Seated at the table were two witches, and at the end of the table stood a hagraven. They saw me and the witches rose from their seats. What happened next was blur of motions that felt more like my imagination than real life.
With the witches rising to confront me I unleashed a thundering shout and sent all three of my foes into a wall. Plates and cups and bowls flew off of the table like so many leaves in a storm, and I was on the heels of their clatter as they hit the floor. I reached the first witch and killed her with two blows before she could even get to her feet. I turned on the second and two more swings of my mace put this one down as well. I had kept the witch between me and the hagraven to prevent it from attacking me.
And now as the witch fell against my boots I assaulted the disgusting creature. I used my shield first, and followed with a quick strike from my mace. As my second strike flew towards it's target the air around me swirled with a bluish black cloud. Before my mace hit I knew another witch was present and had just summoned an atronach behind me.
But in what seemed like a single fluid movement I killed the hagraven and stepped over the body, sprinting toward a witch that had burst through a nearby door. I ignored the conjured creature behind me, knowing that if I killed the mage then the creature would dissipate. And indeed it did after two more solid hits from my mace easily killed the witch.
I stood there and marveled for a moment. I had just entered the room and killed four times in less than a minute. The whole experience had felt like a single movement, like experiencing an entire song with the pluck of a single string on a lute.
What remained of the ruins was laced with traps several witches, as well as a hagraven that was able to appear and disappear. I avoided the traps and killed the witches and chased the hagraven through the ruins.
And all of this led me to a word wall, where I learned a second word for slowing time. I left the room with the word wall and found myself outside facing the hagraven, who conjured a pair of ice wraiths next to me. I sprinted past them and ran to her. She was out on a lookout ledge, and I suddenly stopped running and instead ... shouted her right off the ledge.
I didn't have time to confirm her death as the ice wraiths set upon me. But I killed them and made my way down the wall to where the hagraven should have landed. But I couldn't find it's body. I looked everywhere.
Night was approaching so I've decided to spend the night here in the forsworn camp. It's a bit unsettling, especially since I never found the hagraven's body, but I'm too tired to try and head all the way back to Solitude in the dark. At that wouldn't be a smart ride to take anyways.
First thing in the morning I leave, and hopefully no later.