A Wizards Misadventures

~~Level Six~~

"HERMAEUS! I've got an elder scroll to trade!" she called out into the air. Nothing happened for a moment. Then reality seemed to tear, a black portal to nothingness beyond it. Thick black leathery tentacles grasped out of it, swaying in the air, some frantically, as though looking for necks to grasp and others languidly, as though caught in a breeze. In the middle of all of them sat a large alien eye with two conjoined pupils.

"Mortal," he spoke in a deep, reverberating voice. "An elder scroll, you say?"

"Yup!" She held the scroll and it's casing up for Hermaeus to see. He eyed it with apparent interest, though with his inhuman appearance it was hard to tell.

"What do you desire?" From the disdain in the daedra's voice he clearly wanted nothing to do with the dragonborn. That he was willing to bargain for it was clue enough that he wanted the scroll.

"I want my hubby back! My destined!" Hermaeus was silent and his tentacles slowed their wiggling. Irisai frowned. "What? What am I missing?"

"That… outsider is not of oblivion," the daedra spoke. Iris was silent as the cogs in his brain worked to a conclusion.

"Whatever." The cogs were missing a few of their kind. "Just bring me to his realm. I'll give you the elder scroll in exchange."

"…" The daedra was silent, seemingly thinking about something.

"Fine," Iris said. She swung her magical travel pack filled with three hundred pounds of junk around and reached inside to slowly pull out another long golden tube. "I'll give you TWO elder scrolls - TWO! - for one eensy teensy favor… and maybe you could tell me what's got you in such a fuss over my hubby?"

"Your… destined is… more akin to a daedra than a man. He did not serve the divines as he claimed."

"So? He seemed pretty awesome to me." Hermaeus let out an audible groan and, unbeknownst to Irisai, wondered if killing the dragonborn would be worth the anger of Sheogorath, Akatosh, and whoever the dragonborn had mingled with in her journey to create absolute chaos on Nirn. He regretfully decided against killing her… for now.

"I will transport you to him in exchange for the scrolls," he gave up. He knew the ritual to send Irisai to her supposed destined. Strong emotions held great power and from the soul of a dragon they were made only the more potent. With how powerful Irisai was, she would have no issues crossing the realms to cause havoc for the poor realm-destroying abomination she was so attached to.

"Sweet!" Irisai chirped in a voice like a bird's song as she dropped the scrolls. It would have caused Hermaeus a minor headache if her were capable of such. A whirl of tentacles appeared from another portal and placed rocks in a short walkway for Irisai, a circular structure at the end of it. More tentacles with styluses appeared and carved an intricate lopsided design into the structure. Rare materials were scattered throughout the circle, three black soul gems, an orb of pure obsidian, and a crystal shaped like a heart were the most recognizable reagents.

"Walk inside and think of your… beloved." Irisai hummed, nodded, and walked casually down the walkway into the middle of the circle. Hermaeus paused and began chanting in a guttural tongue. The reagents shook a little and power flowed into the circle. Irisai glowed briefly.

"Wait, just like tha-" And the dragonborn disappeared from Nirn forevermore.

"Sweet, sweet silence," murmured the daedra, tentacles curling around the scrolls and disappearing to places unknown. The silence in Tamriel was cherished by many, yet to one mad daedra it brought only sorrow as he wept for the disappearance of his pranking buddy.