Novel & Cerita Skyrim Harvest Wood Elf Blood

“You’re sure you’re strong enough?” Fenrir didn’t answer immediately. He lifted his hand instead, pressing his palm against the bark of the nearest tree. His fingers trembled just slightly. “I don’t need strength,” he said. “I need blood.” The tree shuddered. Light seeped out from beneath Fenrir’s hand—soft silver lines spreading across the bark like veins. The forest responded almost instantly. Branches shifted. Roots pulled back. The trees parted, revealing a narrow passage glowing faintly with elven runes carved into the earth itself.

It shimmered faintly in the firelight, as if hungry. With a practiced motion, Elara sliced her palm. The pain was sharp, clean. Blood welled up, dark and strange—not red like human blood, not golden like the Lycan kin, but deep garnet, as though shadow and flame had been fused into liquid. She let it drip into the ancient bowl at the center of the table—an artifact older than the Keep itself, carved from stone quarried in lands long swallowed by the sea. Kael took the dagger next, cutting without hesitation. His blood was thick and red, the blood of warriors.

As he was with the witches, one more thing that he realized about his mate was that she was not just an elf but an Oscura elf. The darkest and most evil of them. One amazing thing about Oscura elves is their blood. Just 5 drops could enhance the powers of any creature no matter how weak, strong, or whatever kind it was. The power boos also lasted for months and every single creature in the past died trying to get their blood. In the quest for powers, the Oscura elves were the centerpiece. This discovery hurt him more than he could express, as it only meant anticipation of more pain, and fear of his mate. However, he had vowed to protect her with his life.

“How do I destroy the magic guarding the southern packs?” The seer stood motionless for a beat, then lifted a trembling hand and pointed toward me. “You already know the answer. But you’ve buried it.” I frowned. “Speak clearly.” He inhaled slowly. “The blood needed… is the Blood of Elarion. Pure. Ancient. Sacrosanct. The only blood that can break the Fullbinding.” “Where do I find it?” His answer came like the chime of a death bell. “It flows in Georgia.”

The magic of the forrest kept this garden and all who occupied it. “Now we have a mama to find. My friends will be with us and I will be with you. I cannot let you bite me but I can give you a vile of my mamas blood that you can drink. It’s old but it will be sufficient for your scrying.” Opening the door she walked to the cupboard and knocked three times. Glowing light surrounded the doors and then she opened them. Inside now were bottles and elixirs, potions and medicines, tinctures and other items for making them. From the back of the space she pulled a small black box out of what seemed like solid wood. Inside this box, there were viles of blood. She selected the one in the center and cl

“What if the shamans don’t agree? Their staff are crafted with a lot of care. Even if it were cursed, they wouldn’t throw their staff away without good replacements. We don’t have much time to hold new blood rituals or hunt for dangerous beasts with the ongoing war.” Naturally, Zen thought about it as well. He pointed to the forest, where he found a rather ancient-looking tree on his foraging trips. It was rather gnarly and emitted a cloud of miasma around it caused by the monster hornets that made it their home. “I found a more cursed tree than the beasts you can hunt in this forest. If you can cut a few branches of that cursed tree, you can create many powerful staff without a blood ritual

Chase replies. "Do it fast Chase.We can't hold him longer." Chase closes his eyes and mumble some chants whereas I try to use my physical strength to hold his chair on place.My skin burns in the process by the flames erupting from his hairs. "Spear...a spear made up of old oak wood and qoated with the blood of a pure soul."Chase shoutes looking at me.He got the answer from the warlock but how do we get a spear of oak wood and blood of a pure soul when death is dancing upon our heads.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Eden snorted: "Sure! Brother, I know the price, especially the price of these trees. Genuine Dragon-Blood wood is never cheap, especially the kind that can last up to several hundred years like this. And it is still living in the Burning Zone..." The ombre yawned and sank into a dark green velvet chair that looked extremely comfortable: "First, I didn't rush to the Burning Zone to buy it myself. Second, this is a trophy, so I don't spend a dime on it aside from the money for sharpening the shape. Third, you don't need to pay extra, but I need some potion that - I know - the Noldorasga are experts at manipulating. Don't you agree?"