//------------------------------// // Chapter 52: The Break of Dawn // Story: The Equine Scrolls: SkyFiM // by FireOfTheNorth //------------------------------// Chapter LII: The Break of Dawn “Is it . . . zombies?!” We left for Seclusion early the next morning. In doing so, we were forced to pass by the remains of our fight the day before, reminding us why we were doing this. It was nearly midday by the time we reached the city perched high in the western mountains. A light snow was falling as we passed through the city gates. We were nearly to the ancient fortress in the center of the city when a distant roar suddenly echoed across the mountains. A shadow passed above the clouds, outlining the dragon above us. The clouds parted as it swooped down, fire gushing from its maw as it landed atop Castle Dour’s battlements. As mad as I was at General Cuirass’s decision to try to force Whitetrot to join his war, I couldn’t just let the Imperial headquarters burn. I galloped into the courtyard, dodging the dragon’s fire as I did so. The Imperial soldiers here were attempting to launch a counterattack, but so far only their archers were having any success, peppering the great lizard with arrows. I made it to one of the stairways leading up the walls and climbed until I was at the same level as the dragon. I began to shoot ice spikes at the beast as I came in range, and it turned toward me as some stuck in its hide. I was just past one of the towers when it suddenly sent a wave of flame cascading toward me. I quickly ducked back inside and headed up the stairs as the fire pursued me. I met Mephalda at the top of the tower, where she’d perched herself to shoot arrows at the dragon. She quickly flew away, and I ducked back down into the tower as the dragon shot flames at us. Meanwhile, Mystic had climbed up on the other side of the dragon and began to shoot ice at it. While it was distracted, I ducked back out of the tower and seized the opportunity to charge it. <<>> I Shouted, closing the distance in an instant. I rapidly drew Calcion’s Cleaver, slashing through the dragon’s side. Before it could swing its head back around and roast me, I stabbed my ancient earth pony blade into its claw. Lightning jumped from the sword and caused the dragon’s claw to spasm, knocking it off balance. I jumped out of the way as its body slammed into the wall. As it tried to grasp the stone with its tail, Steadfast ran up from behind me and crushed it. The dragon slid off the wall, rotating as it did so and scratching at the edge for purchase. Large chunks of the stone were torn out, damaging the wall, but the dragon still fell, landing atop the practice targets below. Imperial soldiers and battlemages rushed in, the former hacking at the dragon’s flesh with their weapons, and the latter blasting it with their magic. The dragon gave a roar of defiance, sweeping away many of the soldiers with a swing of its tail. The battlemages went next, thrown to the other end of the courtyard as the dragon spread its wings. Mephalda continued to fire away at the dragon, safe now that she was flying above it. A few of her shots even stuck in the dragon’s neck. Apparently, it was enough to make the lizard yearn to have her stop. It shot flame up at my pegasus companion as it lifted off from the ground. <<>> I Shouted, and the dragon suddenly lost the ability to fly. As it fell, I took a running leap from the battlements and landed on its back. I stabbed both Calcion’s Cleaver and the Blade of Hoofingar through its scales as it hit the ground. The dragon suddenly became aware that I was on its back, and it craned its neck around to roast me. I jumped off and rolled across Castle Dour’s cobblestones as the flames came at me. The fire suddenly cut off as ice began to coat the side of the dragon’s face. Both Mystic and a few of the battlemages had joined together to blast the great lizard with cold. Sluggishly, it turned toward them, having trouble maneuvering as the ice built up. Eventually its head swung low enough to the ground that the ice began to freeze it in place, immobilizing the beast’s head. As it struggled to pull itself free, I shot lightning into its body, making the task even harder as I caused its muscles to seize up. I charged in, both my swords drawn, and went to work on the dragon’s neck. The blades quickly cut through the scales, exposing the flesh beneath. Drawing Calcion’s Cleaver back, I stabbed it in as hard as I could, burying it to the hilt. The dragon roared at the pain I’d inflicted on it, and broke free of its icy prison. I was forced to run away as giant shards of ice flew everywhere. Longingly, I looked back at where Calcion’s Cleaver was still stuck in the dragon’s neck, lightning arcing out from it even without a wielder. The dragon shot flame everywhere, and judging by the fire shooting from its neck, my last strike had cut all the way through to its throat. Fire burned the stonework of Castle Dour, but thankfully everypony was able to stay out of the way of the blasts. Steadfast snuck around to behind the beast before jumping onto its back and smashing in its scales with his hammer. The dragon bucked about, struggling to throw the determined earth pony from its back. Eventually it succeeded, throwing my companion high into the air, where Mephalda was able to swoop in and catch him. As the dragon prepared to shoot fire at the Imperial archers still attacking it, I made my move. Time slowed to a crawl, or at least it did for me. The dragon’s mouth was still open, and fire was just beginning to flow from between its jaws. I charged forward, taking advantage of my temporary ability to bend the flow of time to my will. I leapt as I high as I could, retrieving Calcion’s Cleaver from the dragon’s neck. As I fell to the cobblestones, I began to roll, and time began to return to normal. I found myself beneath the dragon now, right where I’d planned on being. With Calcion’s Cleaver, I stabbed through the dragon’s scales and into what I hoped was its heart. My aim proved true as the dragon ceased its fire-breathing and clutched at where I had wounded it. Blood boiling from its chest, it fell dead to the cobblestones. It had been dead only a moment when its flesh began to combust and I gained all its memories. “By the Equines, I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself,” I heard a familiar voice speak from behind me. Spinning around, I saw that General Silver Cuirass and his second in command, Legate Rapid Winter, had emerged from the keep, ready to do battle. Around them stood a horde of Legionnaires, dug up from within the castle. “For a dragon to attack here,” the General continued, “Is nowhere safe. I’m just glad you were here. You know, you still haven’t gotten around to teaching my soldiers a better technique for fighting a dragon than to hit it until it gives in.” “Yeah, sorry about that,” I said, “I’ve been busy.” “Well, you’re here now,” General Cuirass said before pausing, “Why are you here anyway?” “Not on a happy occasion,” I told him, drawing Jarl Valor’s Blade’s message from my saddlebags and passing it to him, “The Imperial soldiers you sent to push Jarl Valor’s Blade into joining your side were killed by a dragon yesterday. We recovered their orders and, well, the Jarl wasn’t pleased.” “What is this?” the General asked as he unrolled the Jarl’s message, “He refuses to take sides? When will he realize that this is impossible?” “Thanks for bringing this to my attention anyway,” he continued with a sigh, “I suppose that if the Jarl cannot be persuaded, I’ll have to leave him alone to see the error of his ways.” As the General began to trot around Castle Dour, surveying the damage and setting soldiers to work cleaning it up, I noticed a pony stagger out of the Temple of the Equines and fall over. At first, I assumed that some drunk had accidently wandered into the temple and had been thrown out, but upon closer examination I could see that the pony was wearing the robes of a priestess. Perplexed, I trotted over to see what was going on. The instant I came within reach the mare suddenly grabbed me. She stared at me, her eyes hollow with exhaustion and fear. “Can you hear it?” she asked me breathlessly. “Hear what?” I asked, though I feared I’d regret doing so. “The voices,” she replied, “Endless voices within my head. Voices telling me I must go to Deathmist Point. I must kill the Draugr there.” “Deathmist Point?” I asked, “Where’s that?” “In the mountains, west of Dragon Bridge, near Mount Kilkreath.” “Can you mark it on my map?” I asked, holding it out to her. Shakily, she marked both Deathmist Point and Mount Kilkreath on the map. Suddenly, as she finished writing, she stopped shaking. Blinking her eyes a few times, she seemed to return to normal. “Oh, thank the Equines!” she praised, “The voices are gone! Oh, thank you, thank you for taking the burden!” Overjoyed, she galloped back into the temple as fast as she could. “What was that all about?” Steadfast asked. I feared I knew. I was beginning to hear a voice whispering the back of my mind. “She passed the task on to me,” I said as the whispers suddenly became a bit louder, “I think we’d better get to Deathmist Point before I go crazy too.” ◊◊◊ ◊◊◊ ◊◊◊ With a swing of Calcion’s Cleaver, another Draugr went tumbling off the mountain. Deathmist Point had been exactly where the Priestess had said. We’d traveled to Dragon Bridge, and from there passed through the western mountains of Hoofingar, the voices in my head becoming more and more insistent as we passed Mount Kilkreath. At last we made it to Deathmist Point, a small ancient earth pony outpost crawling with the undead warriors. Strangely enough, when we arrived and began killing the Draugr, the voices had stopped. A Draugr came at me with a battleaxe while I threw its friend off the mountain. With both my swords I blocked, keeping the blade away from my neck. As the Draugr drew back, I swung the Blade of Hoofingar at its forelegs. It blocked my ebony sword, but Calcion’s Cleaver slid right past its weapon and into its chest. As I threw it off my blade, another Draugr with a war axe swung at me. Hooking my sword under it, I threw the weapon from the Draugr’s mouth. As it went sailing over the edge of the cliff, the Draugr pounced at me, catching me by surprise. I slid through the snow, coming to a stop just before sliding off the mountain. I wrestled with the Draugr for a minute before I was able to get my hindlegs beneath it and threw it off the mountain. Standing back up, I turned my attention to the Draugr standing inside the ruin. One was just inside the door, hiding around the doorway in order to avoid the blasts of magic coming at it from Mystic. There was no way to approach it or pass through the door without being hit. The ancient earth ponies who’d built this place had known what they were doing. Near the entrance, I summoned a flame atronach. The fiery pony charged in heedless of its own safety. Flames spilled from the arrow slits as the atronach roasted the zombies inside. We entered Deathmist Point just as the atronach was destroyed, snuffed out by a Draugr with a staff of ice. I dodged to the side as the zombie shot ice at me, freezing the wall behind me. Steadfast charged forward, only to be held back as a wall of ice sprung up in front of him. Mystic’s magical blast crashed through the ice, crushing the Draugr against the wall. A few arrows from Mephalda finished it off, causing the zombie to slump over against the stone. The tiny ruin was clear, and I was free to examine the back wall, which bore an inscription in Draconic. I quickly learned everything there was to know about leeching, especially how to do it with somepony’s life. The memories of the dragon I’d killed in Seclusion also began to fill my mind as I learned how to use my new word to leech the life from a pony after marking them for death. <> I Shouted, being careful not to aim at any of my friends as I did so. “Is that it?” Steadfast asked, looking around at the scattered Draugr bodies. “I think so,” I said, “I don’t hear the voice anymore at lease.” “What’s that out there?” Mystic asked as we exited Deathmist Point. Following where her hoof was pointing, I saw a structure was built on the west slopes of Mount Kilkreath. It was hard to see, as it nearly blended into the stone. Only the snow piled on top of it gave its position away. Atop it was a statue buried in snow so much that I couldn’t make out exactly what it was. “I can see figures moving on top of it,” Mephalda said. “Another Draugr ruin?” I asked. “I don’t think so,” she said, “But it does look like there’s Draugr on top.” “Well, I know what we have to do then,” I said, “If there’s Draugr, they need to be cleared out.” ◊◊◊ ◊◊◊ ◊◊◊ After heading down the mountain Deathmist Point was built on, we headed up Mount Kilkreath. It actually proved to be far easier than I’d imagined, as there was a path that led right to a set of stairs. Up the stairs we went as they zigzagged up the mountain, eventually reaching the ruin we’d seen from a distance. We passed most of the ruin as we headed up to the roof, where we encountered the undead Mephalda had seen. The corpses that trotted about up here weren’t much like Draugr at all. Sure, they were undead ponies, but they didn’t seem nearly as ancient as the ancient earth ponies, some of their flesh had only recently started to decay, and it wasn’t as well-preserved. Also, instead of ancient earth pony armor, these undead wore the remains of all sorts of armor, including Stormcloud and Imperial. Neither were they all earth ponies, though they were the most prevalent. A zombie with a battleaxe hobbled toward me as we reached the top of the ruin. I shot it with lightning as it approached, causing it to list over to the side. I swung Calcion’s Cleaver at it, but it blocked with surprising grace. As I slammed the sword back down at it, the blade began to shoot lightning, sending sparks down the battleaxe. The undead pony dropped its weapon as it began to crackle with power, and I sank my sword into its neck. As I galloped toward another one, I saw Mystic blast one off the mountain with her magic. Steadfast engaged the one I was heading for, his warhammer bending its blade out of shape, but failing to hit the zombie itself. Instead, I headed off toward another group of the undead. The zombies lit on fire, scattering as my dragon breath burned them. A few even ran shrieking into the statue, causing sheets of snow and ice to slide off. One of them galloped directly toward me, and I jumped to the side, taking off its head with Calcion’s Cleaver. I jumped as a zombie with a sword swung at my forelegs. I brought my ancient earth pony sword around at its head, but it blocked. Spinning my blade around, I exited the block, but failed to disarm my opponent. The undead pony swung its blade at my forelegs again, and this time when I jumped, I landed on the blade, pinning it to the ground. With a slash of Calcion’s Cleaver, I cut through the zombie’s chest, killing it. No more of the strange zombies remained, so I looked around, curious to see if there was a Word Wall around here. Instead, my eyes turned to the statue standing nearly against the mountainside. The statue appeared at first glance to be of a pony, but I could see that that wasn’t quite the case. Where a unicorn would normally have a horn, this pony had two, curving out and then back in. Light began to glow in the gap between the horn, and the rest of the snow fell off. {Greetings my little ponies} a voice spoke that sounded exactly like the one that had been in my head, {I commend you on your success over the Draugr at Deathmist Point, and for the initiative you have taken to seek me out here.} This was creepy. I was beginning to fear what exactly that strange pony really was. “Who are you?” Steadfast called, proving that it wasn’t just me hearing the voice this time. {I am Mareidia, Draconequus of Light} the voice spoke again, confirming my fears. “Why did you bring us here?” I asked indignantly. {I despise all undead, and I sought out one who would share my feelings. I thought the Priestess of the Equines would prove a fitting instrument, but she turned out to be a much weaker and less willing tool than I would have liked. How fortunate that she stumbled upon you, ponies who have slain many of the undead in your day. You have not only cleared out Deathmist Point, a Draugr den that I have been forced to tolerate, but came here to me.} “If you despise the undead so much, why didn’t you just strike down these zombies yourself?” Steadfast asked, “I mean, you’re a Draconequus, after all.” {I admit my powers have been somewhat . . . weakened lately. A necromancer by the name of Tainted Sun has infiltrated my temple and begun to use it to practice his foul art. He is slowly choking off my power here. That is why I am so glad you have come. I need you to cleanse my temple of this menace. In return, I shall grant you the honor of becoming my Champion, and wielding my sword Dawnbreaker, which is trapped within the temple.} It sounded like a deal to me, so long as Mareidia kept her promise. At least she was one of the friendlier Draconequi, but I still didn’t know if I could trust any of the creatures. Still, with or without Mareidia’s instructions, we probably would have cleared the temple of the zombies anyway, so we had nothing to lose. Plus, if there was a necromancer doing these things, he had to be stopped. “We’ll do it,” I told the Draconequus. {I tried to seal Tainted Sun and his abominations within the temple} Mareidia explained as a slab of stone began to slide into the ground, revealing a stairway leading down, {Now the temple shall be opened again and, with your assistance, cleansed of Tainted Sun’s filth.} I headed down the stairs and into the Kilkreath Temple, keeping an eye out for Tainted Sun’s zombies. At the bottom was a large, ornate metal door marked with carvings of Mareidia. I tried to push it open, but the door refused to budge. Once all four of us worked together, the doors finally inched open, pushing back the blocks of stone that had been piled inside to keep intruders out. I stuck my head through the door, and swiftly pulled it back as a sword swung right through where my neck had been. I let Mystic around to the front, and she sent a blizzard flying through the doorway, curving around at my attacker. Judging by the muffled shrieks, I had to assume she had gotten it. Mystic began firing spells off left and right as she stepped through the door. I could see that the zombies were swarming, coming out of the walls themselves. After Steadfast, I pushed through as well and went to work on the horde of undead ponies. Calcion’s Cleaver flew from its sheath, slicing off the head of the first zombie I saw, a rotting earth pony in Stormcloud armor. Next, a pegasus jumped at me, its featherless wings giving it no help at all. It landed on my back, and I swung my sword around behind my head, trying to get it off. At last my blade struck rotting flesh, ripping the zombie’s face apart, and it fell off me. With a blast of fire, I incinerated the next zombie to come at me, a unicorn in Legion armor. This temple was starting to seem like my nightmares, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t creep me out. Swiftly, I swung Calcion’s Cleaver into a zombie in bandit armor, splitting its head open. Another zombie galloped up the hallway, swinging its Imperial sword at me. I shot ice spikes at it, slicing through its armor, but it didn’t stop. Quickly, I lifted Calcion’s Cleaver to block the zombie’s sword, and steel screeched as they met. I forced the weapons down to the ground, and whipped out the Blade of Hoofingar, slicing through the zombie’s neck. <<>> I Shouted at a group of the undead ponies, freezing them solid. As Steadfast set about crushing the frozen zombies, I galloped toward one in Stormcloud armor that was firing arrows at us. I slid across the last bit of floor to avoid an arrow, and swung my swords up to tear apart its bow contraption. As I dodged a kick of the zombie’s forelegs, I swung Calcion’s Cleaver up into its chest. Sliding it off my sword, I took a look around the room. There wasn’t much to it. Apparently it had once been an entry hall into Mareidia’s temple, but now it was filled with the decay of the zombies. Mystic watched the doorway at the far end for any signs of attack while the rest of us searched. On a table, I found shattered soul gems, an enchanter, some potions, a few coin purses, and a tattered journal. I flipped it open to a random page and began to read. I simply can’t believe the foolishness of some ponies! Jarl Sibli has banished me from Foalkreath! Doesn’t he know who I am? Tainted Sun is not a pony to trifle with. But it seems few see my genius, even if it would help win the war. I’ve had to move to Marethal, out in the middle of those dreadful swamps. Hopefully I’ll be able to find enough graves for my experiments. The one good thing about Foalkreath was that dead bodies were never in short supply what with their massive cemetery. Flipping through the journal, I moved on to a later entry. Does nopony comprehend what I have done? I have made the dead willing and competent soldiers, something nopony has ever been able to achieve! But not even the ponies of Marethal would accept me using their dead to further the cause and end the war. The Legion has failed me, proving even less tolerant of my magical genius than the Stormclouds (I didn’t think it was possible!) So I’ll show them. I’ll break all ties and build my own army. The Northlands will kneel to me once I show them what I can do! Of course, I will need a fortress until my work is complete. Enough ponies have tried to kill me for my necromancy as it is. I hear there’s a secluded temple west of Dragon Bridge that’s nearly abandoned. It just might be perfect for my plans. I paged through the journal, deciphering the ravings of Tainted Sun as he fell deeper and deeper into madness. My work is coming along nicely, but it’s far too slow! I need more bodies, and fast. While this temple has proven to be perfect (once I snatched control from Mareidia [no small task]) it is far too secluded. I have to travel so far just to find a cemetery to obtain my bodies, and then I’ve only got one or two. But, it occurred to me that there is a faster way. This war, the cause I devoted myself to when I began this project, just might provide the answer. Stormclouds and Imperials are dying in droves. All I need is the chance to snatch up some of the bodies, and my army will be completed in no time. I should check Dawnstar. I hear some scuffle just occurred there, meaning lots of fresh bodies for my army! I closed the journal, setting back down on the table where I’d gotten it. It seemed to me the ponies of Horizon were right to fear Tainted Sun. His necromancy was harming ponies in more ways than just by the use of dark magic. He was digging up graves and collecting the bodies of fallen soldiers for his plans for Ponyreth’s sake! Of course, knowing where all these zombies had come from would make it hard to kill them, but I had to hope my strikes would put these tortured souls to rest instead of harming them further. Out of the temple’s entry hall we went, heading down the stairs to the main sanctum. No zombies lurked in the room just before it, so we were able to look at what we’d be facing. At the far end of the inner sanctum was a statue of Mareidia that had been vandalized, the head, tail, and limbs broken off. Between us and it was a horde of the undead ponies. Near the statue stood one pony that wasn’t dead yet, a unicorn in dark robes that seemed to absorb the light. He looked half-dead himself, his eyes dark and sunk into his face. His gaze met mine as I stared in, and an ice-cold fire burned in his eyes. Suddenly all the zombies turned toward us, raising their weapons. We passed through the door as quickly as possible to meet the advancing horde of undead. I shot lightning at a zombie with a battleaxe as I entered the room. As it staggered back, I swung Calcion’s Cleaver through its face. A group of the zombies burst into flame as my dragon breath struck them. I avoided the flaming undead as best I could while swinging both my swords around. As one jumped toward me, a blast of ice from Mystic dropped it to the ground. Tainted Sun was now only a short distance away. I galloped toward him, stopping as a zombie with a war axe moved to intercept. My ancient earth pony sword met its blade as it swung at me. I forced the blade down, opening up the opportunity for me to slice the zombie’s head off with the Blade of Hoofingar. Tainted Sun drew twin swords as I approached, swinging them around in his magic. As I reached him, his blades suddenly arced down at me. I moved as fast as I could, stopping the swords just before they reached me. I tried to push back with both my swords, but it proved to be an impossible task, so I jumped back, letting Tainted Sun’s swords slam together. I swung at his neck with Calcion’s Cleaver and his forelegs with the Blade of Hoofingar. He blocked both with his swords, though my ebony sword continued to move toward his legs. He rapidly swatted away my ancient earth pony sword with his blade before using it to force the Blade of Hoofingar away from him. As I swung toward his exposed neck, he twisted my ebony sword around so that I ended up blocking myself. <> I Shouted, and Tainted Sun’s weapons flew from his grasp. Before I could strike him, his horn glowed with magic and a Changeling sword appeared in front of him, conjured up from the Beyond. Calcion’s Cleaver struck against it, and otherworldly magic arced between the blades. As I brought the Blade of Hoofingar down toward his side, he forced Calcion’s Cleaver away and blocked me. While I tried to force my ebony sword down his own, I swung Calcion’s Cleaver back at his head. Magic began to hiss and crackle over his horn, and suddenly a blast of pure energy shot out from it. I was forced to duck to the side, and my ancient earth pony sword missed him. <> I Shouted, and Tainted Sun doubled over in pain. I took advantage of his temporary weakness, and I swung in with the Blade of Hoofingar. Somehow, he still managed to block, his summoned blade sliding along my own. While I had his weapon stuck in place, I used Calcion’s Cleaver to knock it aside, sending it flying from his grasp where it fizzled out of existence. I swung my ebony sword up toward his chest, but he grabbed it with his armored forehooves. Wrenching it from my grasp, he took the sword for himself and jumped at me. The blade slammed into my armor, crashing through and ripping up my back. I quickly brought Calcion’s Cleaver up through the pain and impaled the necromancer. He jerked around on the sword a bit before the light finally died in his eyes. At the same moment, all the zombies that were still alive suddenly ceased to be, and fell over. I carefully pulled the Blade of Hoofingar from my back, attempting to bend my armor back into shape as I did so. A few bandages and a healing potion later I was able to walk without too much pain. I began to make my way over to where the bits of the statue of Mareidia were beginning to shake. The pieces moved all on their own, reassembling themselves into a complete statue of the Draconequus. Once it was reassembled, it slowly began to move, taking on the aspect of flesh instead of stone. Soon, Mareidia herself stood before us, light radiating from her twin horns and from her body, cleansing the temple of the darkness that lurked in the corners. {Well done my Champion} she spoke, her eyes fixed on me, {For vanquishing Tainted Sun and cleansing my temple of his evil, I grant you the weapon of heroes.} From the pedestal before her, a sword rose up, glimmering with internal light. The blade was elegant, curving gently from the tip to the hilt, where a tiny star glowed brightly. As I took it in my magic, I could feel pure power radiating from it. This weapon was strong, perhaps even stronger than Calcion’s Cleaver. {May it serve you well} Mareidia said, {Dawnbreaker was forged in the fires of the Beyond for the sole purpose of wiping out the undead. Use it wisely, and wield it proudly.} “I will,” I promised, strapping it on beside Calcion’s Cleaver. {Is that . . . a weapon of the ancient earth ponies?} Mareidia asked, staring at the Cleaver. “Yes, actually,” I said, pulling out the sword, “Calcion the Vengeful’s.” {I would beware such things if I were you} Mareidia cautioned, {Such weapons were forged with powerful dark magic. Only those with the strongest wills can resist their corruption.} “I think I’ll be fine,” I told her, “Nothing’s happened so far.” Of course, I really knew that that wasn’t true. I had killed, and nearly killed, ponies I had no reason to. But, I really didn’t want to get rid of this sword. It had served me extremely well in the time I’d had it. If anything, I’d just have to use it less, and everything would be fine. Level Up Health: 280 Stamina: 260 Magicka: 270 New Perk: World-Changer [Alteration] -- All Alteration spells can now be cast for half Magicka. Unique Item added: Dawnbreaker -- The sword given only to the Champion of the Draconequus Mareidia, Dawnbreaker does extra damage to all undead, and will occasionally launch a magical strike that vanquishes all undead in the area. Word of Power learned: LUN -- Leech; Marked for Death – Combined with KRII, LUN allows you to draw health out of an opponent who has been marked for death, even after the initial strike. Dragon Soul collected New Quest: Priests of Old – Seek out the Dragon Priests, and the Elements of Harmony they possess.