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Arc 9 Chapter I: The Golden Age (Part 1)

We are so god damn back!

(For all you worldhopping enjoyers, don't worry I won't take a ridiculous amount of time with the "interlude" timeskip)

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(Reyvin's POV)

"The final amendments, as you requested. Your Majesty." Vayrin Indoril set the downright chonky tome atop my desk, his back straightening by a good few centimeters at the loss of weight.

"Very well" I nodded "Let's see if you finally managed to do all I asked of you."

The...

Chapter 6: First Steps

An: Added an EMP blocker to the Bipod, and gave the FBC a proper name.

As before, our local gremlin gave the chap a lookover.

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"You can stop doing that now." I deadpanned at the Latino.

My words were, of course, ignored, as he simply kept crossing himself "-espiritu sancti, amen."

"Jackie." Vik sighed in exasperation.

"Don't you Jackie me!" The poor brick rounded on him and then on me "You scared the soul outta me, choom!"

My shoulders ...

Chapter 5: Chippin' In

An: Was on a bit of a roll yesterday so you all get an early chapter. Praise be!

This work hath once more been looked over by our local gremlin, AliyaGenesis.

A bit of the ole' housekeeping before we begin.
After some consideration, the three chapter per week idea felt a bit off because I'd be giving one story far more time than the other so I settled on a bit of an amended schedule (for now)
The cost of which being I am going to lower the minimum chapter length by l...

Chapter 4: The Watchful Eye

Rejoice, for this chapter hath been beta-read by our local Mephalan simp, AliyaGenesis. Let us hope none of her gremlin behavior was aflicted unto this work.

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I hissed in pain as I felt the feedback signal from my Servo-Arms, the prototype internal nano-forge I had spent the better part of the week working on short-circuiting because of a tiny missalignment I failed to notice in a lapse of concentration.

Motherfu-

No, no point in getting frustrated.

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Chapter 3 Decked Out

My mind was still reeling as my wheelchair was carefully lowered into the unassuming basement entrance of an even less assuming back alley in Little China.

Leaving the apartment for the first time had been... eye opening.

I may have caught only a few glimpses before my perpetual fatigue dragged me back into dreamland but the image of the outside world as always remained seared into my mind.

It was noisy, it was chaotic, and far more dangerous than the net and news said.

Chapter 2: Hackerman

Michael Sobronov

"-and that concludes today's lesson. May you have a productive rest of your day." As always, no warning came before the painful white flash of the braindance wreath slammed into my awakening eyes, leaving me with ringing ears and probably burning out my cornea.

Or it would one day if I kept at it.

Whoever designed those wreaths needed to be shot.

But I shouldn't complain about it too much. The lessons were concise and informat...

My Most Glorious Return/Chapter 1: The Flesh Is Weak

We are so back!

Been a while ,eh? Hopefully long enough for the smoothened synapses of my cranium to wrinkle up a bit.

But that is neither here nor there!

Welcome boys and femboys to my second story, which turned out to be a Cyberpunk one since the brainbugs decided to pester me for a while now.

I know a lot of you on the discord expected a 40k story but being perfectly honest the scale of it all kinda intimidated me since I will be continuing with Sor...

Arc 8 Chapter CXLIV: The Start Of Something Great

An: And so ends, the beginning!

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(General POV)

He awoke feeling slightly groggy, his inner beast half purring in contentment at the sheer comfort he had pent the night in, tempting him to fall asleep once more. The smell of roasting meat swiftly dissuaded him from that foolish notion, as he sprang up from his bed, lightly tearing the no doubt excessively expensive fabric in the process.

But he did not care in the slightest, stretching himself awake with a conten...

Arc 8 Chapter CXLIII: Plucked Ascent

An: Was just about to post the chap like an hour ago and patreon decided to die on me.

L

Anway!

So endeth this grand conflict.

Tomorrow awaits an epilogue of sorts, and le break begins.

I shall naturally be pausing payments on patreon for the duration of a month (a tad unreasonable to ask for y'all to pay me when I am doing jack shit), so no worries about that.

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Before he even realized what he was doing, Narsis unsheathed his blade and pointe...

Arc 8 Chapter CXLII: Prelude To The End

An: Previous chap has been given a chonky edit. Not much changed contextually but it should feel a fair bit less rushed (not perfectly but hey at least it should be better now :P)

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(Reyvin's POV)

"Twenty one days." Tullius spoke as he heard me approach.

Quirking an eyebrow at his wistful voice I couldn't help but drawl "Reminiscing, General?"

A low but sharp exhale left him, a noise that might have been misconstrued as a huff if one believed the great ...

Arc 8 Chapter CXLI: The Tamrielic Onslaught

Previous chapters have been cleaned up and given the usual TLC

Hopefully this isn't too fast of a progression, because frankly anything more heavily detailed I may have written would have just been more of the same, and none of us want that.

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(General POV)

Two high elven city watchmen stood slouched, leaning against polished glaives. Their weapons were free of the marks of combat and their eyes drooping as dawn arrived and the harbor of Firsthold ca...

Arc 8 Chapter CXL: Unexpected Civility

An: Felt like High Rock deserved its own chapter at least, had to give you some feeling about what went on over there instead of just dumping it all on you later.

Do keep the discussion from last chap going, direct upon me thine mighty ideas!

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A loud series of thunderous cracks rang out across the field as a full dozen great counterweight trebuchets launched their munitions at the walls of the distant city, its previously glorious towers and manors ...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXXIX: Pacification And Embarkation

An: As promised, things are going to be speeding up massively, likely to be done within next week.

As I've already discussed through some comments, when I return from my month long break (a rather unavoidable necessity I am sad to say) I don't intend to continue writing just Sorcerer's Tale. It will be continuing with the promised multiversal aspect but the updates will take on a much rarer if chunkier format than before.

That or I will give it a few months of hiatus while I write...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXXVIII: Ashfall

Before Umbra was even halfway through her charge, the aristocrat had already raised his staff at me, the torrent of pale lightning biting through Akulakhan's wards with barely any effort and surging towards my position.

Still too slow to catch me off guard as I immediately teleported away, and reappeared above them just in time to see Umbra stop in place an inch before she could stab the crone, the old woman not even facing the automaton as she flicked her hand at her and launched her i...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXXVII: The Clash At Falinesti

(Reyvin's POV)

With deathly finality, I closed my fingers into a tight fist, choking the life out of the dozens of Wild Hunt beasts stalking the mists around us, draining their powerful lifeforce as I did and channeling it back into the curse as I banished the veil that fell upon us each and every night.

"This back and forth tires me." I mutter as I feel Y'ffre's influence retreat "He must understand by now how useless his attempts are."

"He doesn't need to defeat you" Nerev...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXXVI: At The Walls Of Falinesti

An: Edited for more coherence and just plain better writing (do tell me if the extra notification feels spammy)

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The loud wall of noise that was the Valenwood retreated before shifting armor plates and marching boots, a cohort of legionaries clearing the foliage around them with miserable looks on their faces.

Said expressions evaporated as they felt the humidity of the air give way to the blessed dryness of their encampment, many of the newer recruits very nearl...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXXV: Unrelenting Force

An: Last chap has been edited, should feel a fair bit less rushed and a fair bit more put together now.

I have removed the part in chap 133 (A Brand of Gold, for those who can't be arsed to translate the roman numerals) where Norevalion looks up to see a dragon and hears Minthara shout. Now it only shows the skies darkening and his serpent getting panicked.

Should add a bit of tension and excitement to the "finished product" as it were (even if Minthara's involvement has been thor...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXXIV: Unrelenting Advance

An: Added an entire scene to the last chapter (at the beginning) to expand on things a bit.

Quick reminder that we also have a discord server if you feel like yapping at some point or another (if it doesn't automatically give you a role yeet a message at me on patreon so I can correct that)

https://discord.gg/Wv6upDmx

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General Tolindir of the Aldmeri Dominion was truly fee...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXXIII: A Brand Of Gold

Did some editing to the previous three chapters, mostly minor stuff that should make reading them more pleasant but not much content-wise.

I also did a thing once again!
Didn't feel like going into the whole numbers and units game again so if you want more information on that just check the last map out and infer the changes from the writing :P

Back to the regularly scheduled war crimes now...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXXII: The Flames Alight

My negotiations with the Ayleid remnant turned out rather brief after I properly introduced myself and they realized the weight of my presence.

For all their self imposed insularism, whoever founded their little town a few eras back was smart enough not to make it an absolute rule or something equally insulting, which meant they still got news from the wider world.

Thus making it near impossible to miss a god slaying, and more importantly the slayer.

My mandatory (and deserv...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXXI: The Eagle Rears Back

(General POV, earlier)

Hural, or Lord Hural as his kin insisted, wiped the sweat from his forehead as the final Bosmer miscreant was cut down by his warriors, his bloody glaive retracting from the still twitching body under him, an act he had repeated numerous times in the past few hours.

The Ayleid warrior twirled his weapon through the air, throwing bits of blood off its edge as he did before shouldering it, and facing his subordinates "Did we get all of them?"

"None escap...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXX: The Woodland March

The instant the trio left the study, my amused expression shifted and darkened, giving way to pure, unfiltered disgust "An entire cohort, eaten like cattle..." I scowl.

Scorch pops into reality atop the table of his own will "Should have just burned the whole forest." He chirps merrily, even as I notice a hint of rage behind his eyes "Show the n'wahs exactly why they should keep their degeneracy to themselves."

"Tempting, very tempting." I hum, feeling my disgust slowly settle bel...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXIX: A Hunt In The Wild

(Reyvin's POV)

The city of Arenthia was already being overrun by the time I slowly lowered myself to the ground, the limp body of the Altmer mage hanging in my grip and drawing the horrified looks of many of the high elves still in positions to observe me while their comrades died in droves.

Those very gazes turned downright numb when I simply tossed the poor idiot away like so much wet rag and used the now freed hand to summon a cigar and take a long drag, the sensation made all ...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXVIII: When The Trees Scream In Bosmeri

An: Minor edits to previous chapter with the only notable change being me mentioning the river Crescent and its crossing (Strid's tributary to the south, will be to the imperials' back during this chapter)

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(General POV)

The eternally noisy forest surrounding a unit of Bosmeri hunters turned eerily silent, the bravest and most daring of those who joined up with the Dominion army to fight back against the human invaders all tensing as their instincts warned them of dange...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXVII: Gathering Kindling

An: Shoved a triple alarm right next to my face and still didn't manage to wake up when I wanted to (I am starting to fear my ass is narcoleptic at this point lol)

Last chap got some very minor edits, added a mention of the Windhelm legion because I forgor about them.

My lacking control and memory aside, I also did a thing!

Now that your eyes have feasted upon the true face of <...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXVI: Fall of Riverhold

(General POV, A bit earlier)

General Tolindir's face was pained as he listened to the Elder Mage's gushing about their most recent 'acquisitions' the seemingly youthful woman totally ignoring his obvious disinterest as she kept going on and on and on about how rare it was to get her hands on actual living spirits and how honored he should be to have been useful.

How the bloody corpses were still considered to be living he could never even begin to guess.

"Lady Medlivhen" He ...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXV: The Dragon Pounces

An: Before you ask yes, magic housecats are a thing.

Now go forth and vaguely imply something at me!

Also, for those interested, here is an overly complicated map for reference https://www.reddit.com/r/wonderdraft/comments/122mr92/wonderdraftmade_massive_tamriel_map_tes/#lightbox

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"Sir!" A clipped salute drew the General f...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXIV: The Declaration

An: Before some of you get annoyed at the point of view, just let me cook.

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(General POV)

An annoyed Thalmor Justiciar glared at the quartet of Altmer before her, her arms crossed and her foot tapping the floor "Explain yourselves."

Three of the well appointed elves fidgeted in fear, while the one to their fore cleared his throat, unbothered by the death stare "We managed to retrieve critical information that I felt justified our immediate extraction." 2025-05-08 22:21:36 +0000 UTC View Post

Arc 8 Chapter CXXIII: The Approaching Storm

An: Right then, time to stop procrastinating. THE GREAT WAR COMMETH!

Share your thoughts on Altmer genocide in the funny little space below.

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The instant my greeting reached her, the air around the slender automaton flickered, and in less time than it would take me to blink, Umbra (the sword) was hovering just an inch above my neck.

My eyes meet those of the automaton, my eyebrow rising lazily as if to ask 'Are you done?'

Umbra tilts her head, and once more...

Arc 8 Chapter CXXII: Umbral Undertaking

An: My dumb ass was expecting some actual feedback on my last rant but that is what I get for whining about things too much. Since none of you deemed it worthy of consideration, imma just do my thing and we will see where it goes.

That aside, do enjoy the chapter and don't forget to make noises at me!

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"So" I clasped my hands as I looked at Ithelia "You are still alive." 

My voice may have come off as a bit miffed.

"Certainly not thank...