Where To Get Black Soul Gems Oblivion Novels & Stories

“Moonroot dust, harvested at midnight during an eclipse…” She nodded. “Grows only in the northern swamps. It poisons humans who touch it raw.” “Blood from a bonded werewolf…” She didn’t have to explain that one. I would need Albert’s cooperation and probably his pain. “Obsidian heartstone, from the caves of Mount Kilum…” “That’s a restricted zone,” I said. “A military site.” “Then sneak in. Or bribe someone. You are the one who wants to break laws older than your species.”

There was a gem inside, a gem that seemed to be breathing slow, hypnotic pulses of color shifting beneath the crystal, midnight blue bleeding into violent violet, silver sparks flickering like trapped starlight. It wasn’t just beautiful. It was impossible. The kind of impossible that made auctions stop breathing last year when the hammer fell. I remembered the headlines, whispers on dark web forums, hushed conversations at elite dinners, “The Obsidian Veil” had vanished into private hands for a number so obscene no one dared print it. This thing in my hand was priceless. One-of-a-kind. And Dax Blackthorne, the man my mind had painted as a merciless killer, a monster who buried bodies without

“Oh wow. Just when we thought we had gained an advantage over Zerathos and his minions, we now need to find things that may no longer exist.” She was right but I refused to give up. I took the scroll from Rowan's hands and read through the faded text. The ingredients listed were things I had heard of and things that I had never even imagined. They were going to be nearly impossible to obtain. “Moonstone dust, Celestial silver, Emberroot from the Ashen Forest and the blood of a divine soul.” I said out loud. My throat tightened. This wasn’t going to be easy. Draven stepped forward, eyes filled with concern. “Do we even know where to find these materials?”

“That’s fine. Didn’t expect you to answer that one anyway, Mystery Muse. How about this instead: your favorite cake flavor.” “Pass.” “Seriously? Why? It’s just cake. Strawberry, Vanilla, Carrot, Coconut, Chocolate... Okay, fine. How about…favorite color?” That’s harmless enough. “Obsidian black.” He frowns. “Why Obsidian?” “Its beauty can be deceitful. It's easy to trap a soul with a Gematone stone, which is such a beautiful obsidian black relic that people always obsess over.” It’s surprisingly difficult to keep from laughing at the expression that crosses the dragon's face; a mix of taken aback, confusion, amusement, and something like concern.

Most of the things we could create are what we can use in Blackcroft and any realm. Once weighed, the gems—Black Stones—could be collected from the obsidian coffer beside it, each one stamped with Blackcroft’s sigil. I carried the array disk to the scale, my hands trembling as I set it down. The runes flared and everyone looked caught up in the moment. I could feel the weight of its power pressing against the room. Numbers shimmered in the air above it before solidifying. Fifty. A hush fell over the hall. Gasps echoed as the students leaned in, disbelief painted across their faces.

"What now?" "You're going to need help. I'm bound by contract to Isabell, so I can't be reliable up there." "And where am I supposed to find this help." He looked down at the ground. "You need Angandriel. Buy his contract. You should have enough power for that. And this." He produced a large gem from his pocket. "I stole it that day when you first met the darkness. I wasn't helping a charge, I was getting this soul gem."