Skyrim System In Westeros

"Sansa! Meredyth! Help me! I'm going to die, I know I was wrong!"

Pride and life—previously, Geralt would never have begged for help from the goddess in his heart. But now, even knowing that he would never hold his head up in front of them again, he decisively chose to save his life.

"It's over, you spoke too loudly, he heard you."

"You were too loud!"

The voice changed slightly through the distance, but Geralt was sure the first to speak was Meredyth, followed by Sansa.

"His hair really turned white, it looks pretty good."

"I really don't understand Meredyth' taste, his eyes turned into cat's eyes, it's horribly ugly."

Two masked heads, one orange and one white, appeared above the small well opening, commenting on Geralt's appearance.

"Sansa, Meredyth, let me out first, I'll let you look all you want, okay?" Geralt raised his head and said softly. Every joint in his body ached, he couldn't bear staying in this so-called bottle cell any longer.

"Geralt spoke, Meredyth, hurry up!" Sansa, wearing a white mask, stepped away from the well opening.

"Geralt, close your eyes!"

The one wearing the orange mask was Meredyth. She raised her hands, and the orange Mage Hand magic flowed out, attaching to the well opening and extending down along the stone-constructed cylindrical well.

"Rise!" Meredyth gently called, lifting Geralt's small cell completely out of the ground.

The magic kept the cell floating in front of Meredyth, as she changed her hand movements, suddenly clenching and releasing her fist. The orange glow attached to the cell tightened and exploded, causing the bricks below the cylindrical structure to shatter into pieces, and Geralt fell out.

"Get up! A mage is coming to break us out!" The commotion was bold, and now there were cries echoing through the camp.

A wooden bucket rolled aside, and a huge gray-furred direwolf pressed its thick foreleg onto a guard's back. The wolf's fangs were less than an inch from the guard's neck, its breath steaming in the cold air.

Sansa stood still, looking toward the camp, her white mask visible beneath her hood. Her white fur coat wasn't buttoned at the chest, and beneath it, she wore a gold-embroidered white robe. In the cold northern land, wearing so little revealed that she was certainly a mage.

Meredyth' attire was similar to Sansa's, but her clothes and mask were orange. She squatted in front of Geralt, using the Mage Hand to manipulate the shackles on his wrists. As a dozen or so people gathered in the square, a loud click sounded as the shackles were unlocked from the inside.

"Geralt, how did you get caught? What grievances do you have with these people? There's no time for details now. I only have one question for you: can these people be killed?" Seeing a few Skinchanger mages among the newcomers, Sansa, with her extremely tall figure, had her hands in her coat pockets, asking without turning her head.

"They can be killed! They use living people to make vampires!" Geralt, sitting on the ground and resting, understood that without him, Sansa and the others could still handle these people.

Meredyth trusted Geralt very much. If he said these people could be killed, there was certainly enough evidence to prove they had committed severe crimes.

Once again casting magic, the shattered stones on the ground were wrapped in orange light and lifted into the air, floating around Meredyth. With a wave of her hands, the stones shot out like bullets, trailing an orange glow as they flew toward the approaching enemies.

"Duck!"

The enemy's mages could recognize valuable targets, but Meredyth was too fast. Before they could shout, the soldiers in the training field had nowhere to hide.

Thud! Thud! Thud! The stones easily pierced through the soldiers in leather armor, and chainmail couldn't stop them either. A few soldiers in plate armor who weren't killed lay on the ground, moaning. The areas where their armor was hit had deep indentations.

Magic shields, ice shields, and disappearing afterimages—several mages cast defensive spells, and only the soldiers near them remained unharmed.

"Don't make meaningless sacrifices! Mages, stay behind. The rest of you, hurry and retreat!" Rocco, a Three-Form Skinchanger, had put on a white plate armor and walked from the camp into the training field, bringing his black wolf with him.

The surviving soldiers quickly found their living comrades and helped them run out of the camp.

"The clothes are from the queen, don't mess them up," Sansa said, her hands still in her pockets as Meredyth prepared to use magic to kill more soldiers.

Meredyth thought for a moment. Since the mages were still there, and their leader had emerged, it would be better to focus on dealing with them.

Rocco walked to the center of the training field, blocking Sansa and the others' line of sight, protecting the soldiers who were retreating behind him.

"Sansa Stark and Meredyth Clen, I never expected to see both of you here today," said Rocco. Despite wearing a mask, he immediately recognized the two women due to their widespread reputation.

"I wrote in the letter to the Lord of Winterfell that it should have arrived two days ago. Seems like you're quite well-informed, knowing every little move we make," Meredyth replied. She also knew Rocco—each of the Skinchangers was not a nameless figure.

"Is this Rocco? The one who once hunted down over a hundred bandits single-handedly, killing them all, and was called the Bloody Hand of the North?" Geralt asked, his confusion evident. He couldn't understand why someone with such a reputation and wealth would be involved in the vampire business.

Rocco was no fool and wouldn't blurt out his motives to anyone.

Meredyth added, "Before Sansa and I came to rescue you, my hawk had already informed Robb. The investigation into these people will be arriving tomorrow. I didn't expect them to be creating vampires. Geralt, you really have some luck."

Looking up at the sky, Rocco suddenly remembered a few hawks circling earlier in the day, but now only one remained. His fists clenched, realizing that, like him, Meredyth could communicate with multiple animals.

"Everyone, this is no longer something that can be resolved peacefully," Rocco declared. With Robb aware of the situation, Rocco drew his battle axe, assuming a fighting stance. Vines quickly grew out of his pockets, and a layer of plant armor appeared over his heavy armor. His eyes locked on Sansa, and it was clear someone would die here today.

Sansa didn't respond immediately, but instead turned to look at the other mages. Seeing they were also preparing for battle, she sighed silently. "Let's begin."

"Ha!" Rocco cried out.

A fiery explosion with black smoke shot toward Geralt, while several bursts of chaotic magical energy attacked the trio's consciousness.

Meredyth' hands flared with magical light, and she quickly cast Dragonskin spell on the three of them. Then she hurled a magic sphere at a shape-shifter rushing towards them, freezing the man with the raised sword in place.

"Don't move!" Sansa extended her left hand, pressing Geralt down onto the ground, while her other hand raised a spherical magical shield around them, leaving the battle to Meredyth.

Meredyth moved swiftly around the training grounds, her orange figure flickering as she dodged several attack spells before arriving at the immobilized mage.

This mage was tall and muscular, wielding a longsword and wearing heavy armor—someone who practiced both magic and martial arts. Meredyth lightly tapped her finger on the chestplate of his armor, and instantly, the steel turned to shimmering gold.

"No~!" The orange glow quickly enveloped his body, and as he screamed in agony, Meredyth used her mage hand to crush the soft golden armor, reducing both it and the man's body to a pile of shredded flesh.

Meredyth specialized in transformation magic and, with her shape-shifting talent, her two magical systems complemented each other perfectly. Her communication with animals enhanced her magical power, allowing her transformation magic to reach its peak.

The area's spell of immobilization caused the weaker mages to take almost half a minute to break free, making the battle seem erratic, with pauses between each strike.

During these pauses, the spell of alteration was used to turn the enemies' armor and weapons into soft gold. Without the solid defenses, the mage's hands morphed into various shapes—eagle talons, wolf fangs, and bear paws. The orange magic stretched and contracted, rapidly tearing apart several Skinchangers.

Meanwhile, the animals accompanying the Skinchangers—mostly crows flying in the sky—were being torn apart by the hawks soaring above, their wings torn off or feathers plucked as they fell from the sky.

Ssss! A snake's head emerged from Rocco's arm, spraying venom onto his battle axe.

Rocco charged toward Meredyth, only to be struck by an immobilization spell. With a flash of green from his left hand, vines wrapped around his body, and he quickly dispelled the spell, pushing forward.

The battle axe came down heavily, landing on Meredyth' shoulder. Bang! She was thrown to the ground. Had it not been for her Dragonskin spell, she would have been split in half at the shoulder.

The force of the blow left Meredyth' left arm temporarily numb. She quickly pushed herself up with her right hand and rolled back to retreat, but as she lifted her head, Rocco's axe blade was already at her throat.

Raising both hands, orange magical light surged, locking the axe in place. At that moment, a black wolf rushed over to bite her calf.

Meredyth could only pour more magical energy into her spells. The mage hand exploded in a burst of orange smoke, and when it cleared, Meredyth and Rocco faced each other once more.

"Rocco, a battle-hardened warrior, is indeed tough to deal with! Not only does he possess remarkable martial skills, but he's also proficient in various forms of magic and can quickly dispel them," Meredyth remarked. She had always thought the Northern Skinchangers were barbarians.

The black wolf positioned itself opposite Rocco, and together they surrounded Meredyth. Rocco began casting magic again, with vines entwining his battle axe. The vines wound around the handle, growing longer, and a sharp spike appeared at the blade's end, transforming his one-handed axe into a long-hafted spear-axe.

A poisonous snake crawled up Rocco's arm, biting the spear-axe, and soon the entire weapon began to emit a faint green smoke.

Buzz~~ Rocco swung his axe-spear, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp sound, and the toxic smoke began to coil around him as he assumed an aggressive stance once again.

"Ha!" Meredyth shouted.

She didn't feel that she couldn't defeat Rocco, but rather, she rarely faced Northmen Skinchangers and had been caught off guard by their unfamiliar techniques.

Orange magic power surged out again, but this time not toward her enemy, but toward herself. The smoky magic quickly condensed, forming armor that resembled orange glass around Meredyth' body. At the same time, she held two long swords made of magical "glass" in her hands.

The armor and weapons were purely made of magic—light as air and exceptionally sharp. While their strength might not match that of summoned weapons, they were perfectly suited for a woman. Meredyth, specializing in transformation magic, had mastered various forms of the Mage's Hand spell.

"Go!" Holding two swords, Meredyth stood firm and thrust forward. The long swords extended rapidly, one aimed at Rocco while the other swerved in the air to strike the black wolf behind her.

Seeing her attack from such a distance, Rocco braced himself to counter the magic. The orange magic blades came too quickly for him to avoid, and as he sidestepped, a tear appeared in the vine armor covering his chest.

The black wolf, however, was not so lucky. Skinchangers and their summoned animals shared vision, and as the wolf saw the magic incoming and tried to flee, lady suddenly lunged at it, sinking her teeth into its thigh. The orange sword pierced through its back, twisting a few times before being withdrawn.

"No!" Rocco suddenly screamed in agony, clutching his chest as he ran forward. Although Wright had improved Skinchanging magic so that the death of a summoned animal wouldn't harm the soul, the pain still transferred to the shape-shifter.

As Rocco cried out in pain, a large amount of toxin poured from his axe-spear, creating a poisonous mist around him.

Meredyth dared not approach. The two long swords in her hands turned into shields, and she reached into the toxic fog to pull Rocco out.

"Good thing he didn't get too close." The orange magic swords were being corroded by the poison, holes appearing one after another, and Meredyth' face was filled with fear.

At this moment, Sansa walked over and grabbed Meredyth' arm. "Castle Carwyn defense troops are coming. Rocco's toxins are extremely dangerous. We need to take him down quickly."

Meredyth nodded and moved to help Geralt.

At this point, Rocco had regained some of his strength. Knowing he had no chance of defeating Sansa, he laid his axe across his hands and said to her, "History will remember the sacrifice of we mages! May the magic be with you!"

Sansa lowered her head for a moment, as if nodding or perhaps lost in thought.

"Fus~~Ro~~Dah~!" When Sansa lifted her head, a shrill shout echoed through Sevens' Castle.

The violent shockwave surged toward Rocco, and his poison had no effect in the face of the sound. Standing tall, Rocco did not dodge and let the dragon's roar ravage his body. His vine armor was torn to shreds, the steel pieces ripped apart, and his flesh was torn open. Ultimately, his body was reduced to a pile of dust, carried into the air by the shockwave, leaving only a broken axe blade on the training field as evidence of his existence.

"We should go. Let's head to the main keep and find Lord Carwyn. The castle defense troops will take care of this," Sansa said, tightening her hood as she led the way out of the camp.

Meredyth hurried to follow, and Geralt, who had been assisted and had not participated in the battle, walked alongside. Throughout the entire ordeal, he felt something was off. Sansa was in such a rush to kill Rocco, and yet Rocco, clearly capable of escaping, had chosen to die nobly. It felt like something more was at play, as though he had been silenced.