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Re: Fire and Potions - 73/?

[(Anonymous)]

Farengar recoiled slightly as the huge orb responded to the staff, its multitude of sections flying apart. Within its center, a brilliant white light burned, like a caged star.

The order of monks around the city lifted their arms as one, hands moving through arcane ritual. The Eye grew steadily brighter, beams of light channeling out through the Psijic Order. The channels shot forward, forming a circle of light around the three men centered below The Eye.

“Between the three of us, I believe we should be able to form a ward spell to protect Solitude,” Quaranir explained, holding up one hand, crackling with raw magical energy. “We were unable to foresee this attack, otherwise we would have prevented it, rather than narrowly showing up in time.”

Farengar followed suit, feeling the surge of magicka through his veins as he rubbed his fingers together, producing a brilliant glow of light.

“Why choose us to help you in this?” he wondered aloud.

Quaranir scoffed.

“Who better to protect Skyrim, than its High Wizard,” he said nodding to Farengar. “And its Archmage?” he said nodding to Therion.

Therion winced under the intensity of Farengar’s glare.

“YOU-!” he shouted angrily, magicka snapping and popping around him as he lost focus. “All the times I suggested you study at the College! And that stupid laugh of yours!” he snarled.

“I didn’t want to correct you,” Therion laughed guiltily with a roguish smirk. “You were so encouraging. Telling me about my ‘aptitude’ as a student.”

Smiling, he waved the staff, opening The Eye wider and alighting his hand with magic in a loud crack.

“Shall we?”

Farengar gave one last exasperated look before nodding, and starting a ward spell.

He felt Quaranir and Therion pour their own power into the spell, Therion’s staff brightly glowing as The Eye powered their efforts. Above, a ward the size of Solitude formed, blocking the pillar of flame. Farengar felt the rush of power cascade through him, and saw each of the other mages in the circle managing the same forces. In unison, they finished the spell, the sound resounding through the air as a shockwave erupted through the sky where the brilliant ward pulsed and glowed.

The fire from the sky erupted, crashing down on the wall of runed light. Fire rained and pounded down, so close, Farengar had to close his eyes, and still the light of it left a searing white brilliance behind his eyelids.

When the blinding light faded, he opened his eyes and saw the sky was black with smoke and waves of heat sizzling the air.

Therion cracked his staff and The Eye snapped shut, taking the heady power of magic with it, leaving Farengar feeling momentarily bereft. His body’s own store of magicka felt dim, compared with the endless magic contained and supplied by The Eye.

Therion turned his head toward Paarthurnax far away in the sky, and below at the citizens of Solitude. Raising his head to the sky, he breathed deep, and shouted.

“LOK… VAH KOOR!!!”

The words resonated, the sound reaching the ears of everyone below, and Paarthurnax in the distance, as his voice broke the ward and cleared the sky. The smoke rolled away as though fleeing from his words, revealing the twin moons, and the brilliant blue, green aurora, shimmering bright as ever.

Farengar watched the Psijic monks around Solitude wink out, leaving behind an after glow of white light. Abruptly, his feet touched the ground, as without warning, they teleported. He looked around the desolated interior of the Blue Palace.

Quaranir wasted no time, approaching the High King. Balgruuf looked worse for wear, his face stained with blood, but in one piece.

“The Psijic Order sides with Skyrim,” Quaranir said, inclining his head. “We will help you stop the Aldmeri Dominion from unleashing their weapon.”

“It seems you’ve done a great service for Solitude and its people. We welcome an ally that can prevent another attack like this, against one of Skyrim’s cities,” Balgruuf said, looking over the Psijic.

Quaranir’s expression darkened.