In the morning I made breakfast and made my rounds feeding my small collection of beasts. The immortal chicken was first, followed by the sept adder, then the Indrik and finally the young Watcher.
"That's an unusual collection of beasts." The woman I still refused to ask the name of commented over breakfast.
"They were gifts." I said with a shrug.
"From who? One of those is an Indrik, a literal divine beast. Another is clearly some form of daedric creature." She pointed out.
"No idea who exactly gave them to me. They were merely among the gifts during my birthday party. My uncle hosted it in my honor, he's VERY popular, big turn out. Lots of important names." I said with another shrug.
"That is the second time you've mentioned this "uncle" of yours. The first you said he was a madman, now you are saying he's influential enough that someone attending a birthday party would gift something like this. Who is this man?" she asked curiously.
"I said he was something LIKE a madman. As for who he is? Well, you don't REALLY want that answer. His attention can be..... random in outcome." I warned seriously.
"He can't be that bad right?" she asked worriedly.
"Depends on the moment but suffice it to say yes, yes he can." I say solemnly.
"I suppose it best not to pry then." she said excusing herself.
"Smart." I mutter as I watch a pale hand reach through space itself with a fluffy purple sleeve and snatch my cheesy breakfast omelet out of the pan.
I sigh before cracking another few eggs into the bowl to make another. This one thankfully didn't get snatched but I could feel that gaze on it the entire time I ate.
We packed up camp after breakfast and got to moving once more. It started to rain within an hour but I ignored it. My toad was frankly thrilled with it, which made sense given it's amphibious nature. As we moved along the path we got attacked which I was expecting but after the fifth attack in as many hours my patience for this nonsense was getting worn thin. I stopped holding back at all by the eighth attack as the sun was starting to drop towards the horizon. I was fairly certain I was terrifying the woman, her daughter and the guards too as my sword was constantly in hand and destruction lined the entire path.-
My patience hit it's end and I moved to kill the instant I detected anyone hiding ahead of us. Three word shouts, she` hai slashes, magic bombardment, I used it all. Animals fled from proximity and even the battle broken horses of the group kept a frightened eye on me at the front of the procession. As night fell and we set up camp once more I moved into meditation of a word of power to balance myself.-
I felt the violent intent ebb away as I sank into meditation.
Ven(wind)
Flowing, formless, present.
I let all that I know of wind occupy my thoughts as the word slowly manifested in my soul alongside the others I already mastered. I considered the way the air moved when a fist went through it, the force of a tornado, the gentle touch upon a flower, every example I could think of. As if to help me a gentle breeze blew across the mountain pass we were camped and across my skin and hair. In a moment of sudden inspiration I did something I hadn't before, I matched a word to another two that I didn't know a shout for.
Ven(wind), Vonun(hidden), Gram(cloud)
The full meaning of the shout is "to hide in the winds of a cloud". In other words a fog creation shout.
Not to be confused with the soul snaring fog Alduin was seen using in the game that created a fog as well. That shout was specific to the disorientation of the dead so he could hunt them. This shout created a fog for hiding in. Add on the muffle spell and we could move entirely undetected past whatever ambushes arose along the path.-
It felt.... different.
Creating a shout I meant. Or was it rediscovering a shout? I knew definitively that there were more than just the shouts in the game but as for what they were? No idea. And I doubted there was a comprehensive list of each shout that did exist anywhere minus possibly High Hrothgar. For obvious reasons I had no intention of going anywhere near that place until I absolutely had to. Still without knowing if this was already a preexisting shout I still created it. So I believe it counted.
Not that it really mattered as there was a snapping of yet another of those unseen chains binding me when I did. This one likely was one of the few related to tonal magic, because yes there were limits on that too. What exactly it was for I wasn't sure as I didn't feel any different at all. I considered that it was possible it made it easier to shout since the world does fight back against shouting. In the morning after we got moving I tested my new shout. It's effect surprised me a bit as it wasn't quite what I imagined.-
I assumed it would be like a reverse clear skies shout that instead of changing the weather to a clear sunny state it would gather fog. In reality it was closer to a fire breath shout in that fog erupted from between my lips and filled the area. Honestly this was both better and worse than I expected. Better because this was effectively portable sight blockage, indoors, outdoors, makes no difference, here's a wall of white fog. It was worse however because it's range was basically only a few meters in every direction. Stationary at that.