IiS Chapter 04 (Patreon)

“You’re taking all that with you?” I looked over at Camilla. She was coming with us to Whiterun to sell items to the trader there and pick up goods to take home. Except she had a backpack almost as big as her body. I reached over and pulled it off her before storing it. My storage was small, but the backpack was under what I could store, thankfully.

I knew it was expanding, but at its current growth rate, I didn’t know how long it would take to reach a wardrobe-sized storage, let alone the city-sized storage I had in my previous life. Camilla would have been overwhelmed by the weight of her supplies less than ten percent of the way to Whiterun. Now, with her carrying nothing… She’ll still need to take a few breaks along the way, it’ll just be far fewer.

We made our way to Pelagia farm. The fight between the companions and the giant still happens. I’d normally help, but this isn’t a game now. A giant looks a lot more threatening in real life than they do in the game, and if I get launched into orbit now, then I won’t be able to reset. Good lord Aela is fucking hot! Camilla was shorter, her breasts were a tad larger and her skin was whiter, with her hair being blacker than in the game, but Aela looked very similar. She was already beautiful, but in real life, she was even more so.

Aela, Njada, Ria. All of them are beautiful. The companions had a bunch of good looking women, I would need to divide and conquer them to divide their legs and conquer them sexually. There was a bunch of beauties here in Whiterun, the two big ones were Aela and Lydia. I wasn’t going to stop with just them, though. For now, I needed to go talk with the Jarl. No, first, I needed to go get OP, then I needed to talk to the Jarl.

I gesture to Camilla. “Well, we’re here. I’m sure the cost of setting up a stall here won’t be that much. I’ll let you see how business goes for a few days, then I’ll come back and see how you did.” I wasn’t sure how she’d do as a travelling merchant, but it was better than sitting in her brother's business, wanting something exciting to happen.

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Bandit Chief’s Point of View

I was sick of banditry, I was sick of this life. That was why I devised the solution to our problems. Sure, after I worked out the kinks, I was planning to betray the other bandits and leave with the research I had done, but they didn’t need to know that. I had just finished the last part of righting the spell tome and testing it, I was going to leave the cave and find my way elsewhere, where I’d start a huge company.

That was when he showed up. He cleaved through most of my bandit subordinates without anyone the wiser, and only now were we aware of him. Like the grim reaper, it tore through us like wet paper. I put up as best a defense as I could, but there was no stopping him; he was relentless. I raised my shield to stop his attack, but he moved like he knew what I was going to do.

He was dauntless. A strike slipped passed my guard, and I began to feel weak, my lifeblood spilling onto the floor. The last thing I heard was him walking over to the table where all my life's work lay. “Alright, got the transmute spell. Now I just need a few more things.”

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Katria’s Point of View

I waited at the entrance, hoping someone would come by, but at the same time, I was worried they’d try to make their way through the dwemer ruins. I knew how deadly they were, of course; that was what killed me after all. My ghost is sticking around because of unfinished business or whatever.

That was why I was so shocked when someone finally entered after so long. I did my best to convince them to leave, that it wasn’t worth the risk, but they pushed on regardless. We made our way through the ruins and he picks up the bow I tell him about. He looks unsure for the first time on whether to leave now that he got the bow or finish the ruins…

For the first time since my death, I felt that my life’s goal of proving that my assistant had stolen my research was possible again as he pushed forward to finish it. The man is so self-assured, so confident that it made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. It was only after my death did I found someone competent enough for me to be sexually attracted to.

My life's work was figuring out the history of the dwemer. It didn’t leave much time for making a family. If he had only appeared before my death, perhaps things would have turned out differently. He easily finished the puzzle and collected the first shard of aetherium. For some reason, I felt that he would eventually find the other shards, make the crest, find the forge, and create the relic to prove my assistant was a thief who stole my notes.

I felt myself fade away, knowing that I would be vindicated.

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I made my way to the next spell I needed, which was bound bow. I also needed to go pick mage or warrior stone over the thief stone now to speed up the process of my level grinding in the future. This would complete the beginning kit to being OP. 

Now, all I would have to do is get as much iron as I could, convert it to gold, forge it into jewelry, enchant the jewelry, and sell the jewelry in a loop to level alteration, blacksmithing, enchanting, and speech. I also would need to keep conjuring this bound bow to level my conjuration, while training the last few levels of archery.

After making all that money, I would go buy some of the better equipment I could get and also some enchanted gear to disenchant and expand my list of known spells. After that made a better set of equipment while selling more items and rinse and repeat until I was practically invulnerable. It was possible to get to 80% spell absorption fairly easily, I planned to stack my defenses heavily and pick up the stone buff and perk before I fought my first dragon.

It was overkill, but I’d rather do that than risk death fighting the dragons. Getting a full set of Daedra armor might be going a bit overboard, so I’ll just settle on the next best thing. Ebony for now, at least for fighting dragons until I could make a set of dragon armor. I’d wear something lighter for dungeon delving. 

It was unfortunate that I could feel temperature and sweat again, but that was part of life. I could easily die from exposure to the elements if I wasn’t careful; falling into the ocean in the north next to icebergs and not warming myself up could kill me.