Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - College of Winterhold - Tagged: Altavia--Take control of the situation
"You cannot kill him, Nicholas. He will only be banished to Oblivion, where you may summon it again until it submits to your will." Nicholas made a noise of distress. "That's even worse! There has to be some, a-any way to reason with him!" Before he or Durnehviir could debate further, Altavia took charge. "I'll do it," She stepped towards the restrained dremora. "I will challenge you in return for a Sigil Stone." The necromancer gave her a horrified look. "Altavia! You aren't seriously considering dueling him, are you?" He moved to stop her, but a stern look from Durnehviir halted him in his tracks. The unspoken respect both dragon and mage had for each other was almost unreal. "She is right, Mal Dinok. Sometimes actions must do what words cannot, as ill as it may seem." Nick looked crestfallen. "Your words always do enough..." A comforting rumble formed in the back of the dragon's throat, for he didn't have the heart to tell the ignorant mage of how far from the truth his statement was. "The words of dragons bear more power than those of Man, Mer, or beast." Durnehviir left it at that. Meanwhile, Altavia demanded that the dremora be released so the ritual could be over and done before the storm hit. "A-Are you sure you want to this?" The other Breton's glare answered his question, and reluctantly Nicholas motioned for the skeleton to step away. It oblidged, but stayed close a precaution. "Please don't hurt yourself..." He rested a shaky hand on one of Durnehviir's curled horns, though whether his hand quaked from the cold or fear was a mystery.