“No, no, Dra’Zita was born in Cyrodiil, in Bravil. Never been to Elswyr, never really wanted to. This one has much family, many friends here. Elswyr would be strange, just as strange as it would be for Yarah and Ser Bedyn.” Continue reading →
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Yarah leaned back and pinched her eyes and the bridge of her nose with the tip of her fingers. She was nearing the end of a long day of poring over Mithedi’s journals, hundreds of pages of meticulously kept research notes, ranging from theoretical analyses to experimental observations. Though the sections on physiology were far to advanced for her to comprehend fully, she discerned that he was trying to create some type of detect life spell using Bedyn’s blood. Though notably, he never once mentions his name, referring to him only as “the subject”. Continue reading →
(Author note: Some context points: (1) this chapter begins where chapter sixteen left off, with Nerien leaving Mzulft, and occurs before/concurrently with Labyrinthian an the Eye of Magnus. (2) The prophesy brought up here was mentioned at the very end of chapter thirteen.
Nerien was furious. After leaving Mzulft and thinking more about how Quaranir had gone behind his back and sought Elspeth out on his own, he had to restrain himself from finding the other monk and demanding an explanation. In his rage, he could only imagine the most distrustful reasons for such a betrayal, that his colleague meant to push him aside and claim the honor of finding a champion for himself. But this behavior and the feelings of paranoia and frustration: as a monk of the Psijic Order they were beneath him. He would not confront the other mer; he would consult the Oracle. Continue reading →