Skyrim: Savage & Class

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At Vor'Kresh's attempt with small talk, Sheogorath burst out in roaring laughter, like the Orc had just told him the best joke ever, "Free me? Why, why would imply that I was trapped! And saying I was trapped would be implying that I couldn't get myself out of here and I didn't want to be here in this gloriously maddening place! Now, you two, you two are trapped. Because you can't get out! Haha! Get it? See what I did there? Genius!"


Raising his hand up, he snapped his fingers, and a staff suddenly appeared in Athene's hand- the one she had been using to cover the other one. She jumped, looking a little fearful of it. It was a weapon, after all! And she feared that just holding it would kill them all.


"So, I suppose the two of you want to free yourselves, huh? Well, now you can!" he said, his voice still quite irritatingly loud and humorous, "Just break yourselves out of poor ol' Pelagius' head with my Wabbajack! Quite a priceless little thing there, better be careful with it. That's why I gave it to you, little lady, and not the man who just ate a sweetroll stuffed with, oh, what's it called...Nitrous Oxide! Yeah, that's the word!"

 

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Vor'Kresh blinked as the Mad God made his 'joke'. He forced himself to laugh, and it was quite obvious. It sounded closer to a dying horker than actual laughing. "Yeah. Really, really funny."


When the staff appeared at a snap of a finger, Vor'Kresh jumped back, causing his chair to hit the ground. He grunted as he rolled out of it, scrambling onto his feet as he looked at the weapon in Athene's hands. "Wh-what is that?! Be careful with it, Little Breton! It could...It could zap us! Kill us!"


His eyes darted back to the Prince, widening at the mention of the sweet roll he ate having been...poisoned with..."Nightrot ox pie? What?!" He clamped a hand around his throat. He could feel its effects already...His head became dizzy, the world started spinning, and when he tried to move to his charge's side, he ended up tumbling into the table. His hands reached out to steady himself, though crashed into plates and cups, sending them flying onto the ground. He groaned. "This is a shitty way to go..." Yet that seemed to be a funny thought instead of a morbid one, and he started bellowing out in laughter.

 

[ValentineIllusion]

Seeing Vor'Kresh afraid of the staff made only made Athene even more afraid of the staff, even though she was the one more well versed in dealing with magic, "A-Ah- I don't think it will if I'm just holding it! If I keep it perfectly still- and I don't flick it anywhere- it should be perfectly safe and fine and...uh...Vor'Kresh?! Are you alright?"


She dropped her staff and ran to his side, immense worry in her eyes. Sure, he was irritating, and she had been pondering how to kill him if need be earlier, but that didn't mean she wanted him to die and leave her all alone in an insane emperor's head! She jumped as he crashed onto the table, and against her better judgement, she dropped the staff and clung onto his arm, trying to pull him up. Well...that laughter didn't sound very good. Sounded a lot like him not dying, sure, but it still didn't sound like a very good thing.


"Uh...c-c'mon, let's try to find a way out of here..." she mused quietly, slinging his arm over her shoulder, picking up the staff, and heading towards the first big thing that looked like the direction they were supposed to go.

 

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Vor'Kresh kept on laughing as Athene rushed to his side. He couldn't think clearly. His mind was clouded by a fog that made...made everything freakin' hilarious. His vision was even hazy. What...what was this damn poison?!


"Little Breton...I think we're both gonna die!" He blurted it out, as if it was a wonderful thing. He leaned against her, and it would've been hard to hold up the large orc, and when he noticed this, he shifted weight back onto his side. "But we'll die laughing and happy!"


He pumped a fist into the air, clearly too stoned to be useful in this endeavor. Instead of offering advice he started singing. And, gods, was it awful. "We're in the realm of the mad! But don't feel so bad! We're gonna be trapped! Forever and ever...er, in a shack! We're both gonna die! With blood spewing from our eyes! HAHAHAHAHA!"


He raised a finger to poke at the staff, staring at it with a huge, stupid grin on his face. "I wonder...what it does...I should try it...Try it on you!! Hahaha!"


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[ValentineIllusion]

"Alright, alright- sit!!" she finally snapped, making it to the first gate and sitting him down up against it. She had plenty of things to stress out about as it was, being trapped in an insane man's head, she really didn't need his outbursts stressing her out even more. He was probably going to die laughing and happy. She was going to die perfectly level-headed and perfectly aware that she was, well, dying. But what would happen to her body in the real world? Would that die too?


Or would she just be brain dead?


She shook that out of her head. She had to focus. She finally made it to the puzzle...but all that was there was a man. That was sleeping. And doing nothing. So, of course, her best plan of action was to just shoot the staff in every direction and hope that helps.