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Mirabelle Survives and Becomes Arch-Mage of Winterhold
Date: 2014-03-04 07:17 am (UTC)The Emergency [Tags + Summary]
Date: 2014-03-16 02:39 am (UTC)Characters: F!DB, Mirabelle Ervine, Elenwen & Ancarion, the Apprentice Three, Nelacar, Enthir, the Professors, etc.
Genre: Drama, some light humor, Action
Relationships: Some Hetero ones mentioned
Warnings: Violence, Language, Some Drama
Summary: Mirabelle wakes up after Ancano's death only to find her apprentices missing, her stomach sick, and the College of Winterhold being threatened once again.
Tags: (tags will be updated as story moves along) char:F!PC, char:F!NPC, char:ancarion, char:elenwen, char:mirabelle_ervine, char:onmund, char:brelyna_maryon, char:enthir, char:faralda, char:j'zargo, char:nelacar, char:tolfdir, kink:hurt/comfort, kink:pregnancy, race:Altmer, race:Imperial, race:Breton, relationship:het, es:skyrim
Notes: I'm going to say this straight out so there's no sudden surprise: This will have heavy hints of Ancano/Mirabelle and a definite break from what really happens. O-Obviously. Also, consider this an alternative universe too because my Dragonborn Alla 'canonically' gets super killed by Hermaeus Mora but in this she won't because.. of reasons.
The Emergency [Part 1A]
Date: 2014-03-16 02:40 am (UTC)A smiling, old face peered down at her and she found herself licking her lips, her throat parched as she tried to speak. “Tolfdir.”
“Hello, Mirabelle,” he said with a great deal of relief and beside him Colette stirred, her arms crossing.
“See?” her high voice came piercing into her skull and she winced, shielding her eyes from the light and the headache coming on. “I told you, without Restoration magic she might be dead! Restoration magic saved our Master Wizard and-”
“Alright, Colette, we get it,” Drevis said, annoyed and Mirabelle turned her head again seeing him on the other side of the bed. She found herself at a bit of a loss.
“Where am I?” she asked and when she focused, the light no longer glaring, she noticed she was in her room. “…What happened? Where’s Ancano?”
The three professors looked to each other before Tolfdir spoke. “He’s dead. Savos’ Imperial apprentice killed him. She… She found the staff of Magnus in Labyrinthian, Mirabelle, being guarded by the Priest of the Ancient Dragon Cult. She killed that monster and came back and killed Ancano. She’s saved the college.”
She took in the words carefully before speaking. She remembered seeing the girl off to Labyrinthian then… The magic ward or whatever it was had gotten bigger and she was trapped. “Where is she?”
They all hesitated and she drew her hand back, worried. Did their savior get killed as well? She tried leaning up but Tolfdir pressed her shoulders back to the bed. “S-She’s not dead, Mirabelle. But she’s not here either. None of the apprentices are. We sent Enthir and Faralda to try and find them but that was a while ago. I don’t believe they’re dead but I do fear they may be getting into trouble.”
“Trouble with what?” she asked, her stomach hurting and she winced in discomfort. Colette came forward and she was hit with a healing spell that made her sigh with relief. Tolfdir sighed from her side, rubbing her shoulders to alleviate the ache and Drevis spoke for him.
“We think they went to attack the Thalmor.”
She was up in a minute making Tolfdir frown. “What?! Are they mad?! You cannot just go against the Thalmor! What are they thinking?” They all became silent and she stared at them all, her stomach hurting again and she bent over a bit, groaning. Suddenly she had such an urge to throw up. The three gathered around her but she waved them off making them back away. “Please… get me a bucket.”
Drevis ran out and Colette came to her side. “Is my magic not working?”
“No, no,” she said, her forehead a bit light. “I just feel a bit queasy for some reason. It may be from getting up too soon,” she soothed the professor before she focused for a moment. “Tolfdir, we need to get those kids back before they really invoke the wrath of the Thalmor. Those elves are dangerous and apprentice mages – even if one is the dragonborn – have no chance against them.”
He nodded and rubbed her back as Colette took her hand, patting it. She sighed and relaxed for the first time she woke. She couldn’t believe the mess she woke up to and Drevis came back with a bucket, behind him Phinis and Serguis following. They remained in the doorway as she was given the bucket and she hugged it to herself, flushing, all the professors save for Faralda beside her bed. She gave them a warm smile.
“Thank you, all of you. For being here. For saving me as well, I assume.”
The Emergency [Part 1B]
Date: 2014-03-16 02:41 am (UTC)She stared, her cheeks paling. Arch-Mage? Her? She wasn’t going to lie and say she didn’t dream of the job but she just woke up and she had no idea the situation downstairs. It sounded like the college was still standing but her students were missing. Ancano was dead. Savos was dead. Who knew the amount of damage done to the college not to mention the time that had passed?
Thankfully Tolfdir spoke. “I think we should decide that later. Mirabelle just woke up. Right now, our priority is still to make sure she is alright and to find out apprentices.”
The four professors looked to each other but nodded. “I’ll go send word out to the guards again,” Serguis said and Phinis sighed.
“I can go and ask at the Inn. Though since Nelacar is gone, it won’t do much good finding the Imperial. He usually knows where she is.”
Mirabelle looked up. “Nelacar? What do you mean he’s gone?”
A few of the professors looked to her, confused and Tolfdir rubbed her back. “He’s been missing as long as the apprentices have. He isn’t welcome here, of course but him being acquainted with the students-”
She bit her lip. The apprentices were gone and so was Nelacar. What in the world was happening since she had been in her coma or sleepless state? She tried to get up but she was made to stay in bed, Colette by her side.
“Mirabelle, don’t try and get up already. Otherwise I will have to resort to paralyzing you!” she stared at the little Restoration mage but she fell back in her bed, the bucket still held by her hands. “We’ll update you as soon as we can.”
“Fine,” she remarked. “Please, find those children.”
All the professors left save for Tolfdir who stayed behind, looking down at her with sad eyes. She looked up at him, weary. “Tolfdir, can you tell me something?”
“Anything you want to know I can try and tell you,” he said and she sighed.
“What did you do with Ancano’s body?”
He stared at her and she flushed a bit. “We buried it beneath the college. We all did speak about sending it back to the Embassy but they may have viewed it as an insult,” he explained and she sighed, looking away. “Why, may I ask?”
“Just curious,” she said quietly and he remained by her side a little longer before she closed her eyes and tried drifting off. He left when he thought she was asleep and when she was sure he was gone she leaned up, her forehead hitting the bucket. Her shoulders shook a little but she kept her sobs inside, only letting a few tears fall from her face.
She had begged him, absolutely begged him not to do anything and now he was dead. She wasn’t even given a chance to bargain with him. Her stomach turned and she finally threw up, crying into the bucket. She didn’t realize how much she cared for the bastard until he was gone. Her head felt light and her hands shook as she placed the bucket down by her bedside, turning to try and sleep, her heart still aching.
It took a while for her to fall back asleep, her soft crying and aching body and stomach not helping but when she finally did, her dreams were light and comforting as she moved past her sorrow; it wasn’t as if they were deeply in love they just had sex. Really unjustifiable and risky sex but that was all they shared.
She was relieved to have survived despite it all and the thought of being Arch-Mage made her smile, her tears drying a bit. She prayed that Savos was in a better place as her dear friend deserved it but the prospect of truly running the college was starting to hit her. A new curriculum, improvements to the building and a focus on maintaining their pride.
The dreams took her into a rem cycle which she eased into gratefully. When she woke, she would do so with a clear head and a goal in mind.
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The Emergency [Part 1C]
Date: 2014-03-16 02:42 am (UTC)“Something is not right,” he said. “J’zargo smells something weird. Like wet dogs.”
She raised her head and turned the sword over, blood staining the snow and she tossed the sword down, its use done. Her hands were itching now, her magic having replenished and she walked towards the snowbanks, her eyes on the endless plains of snow that lined Dawnstar. From her right, Nelacar came from where he had dueled the Thalmor mage, his hands shaking from how much magic he had used and he moved to her side, looking out at the quiet world that was spread before them.
“Alla,” he said quietly and she said nothing, still scanning the snow for what J’zargo had detected. “We should go back. We’re into Dawnstar now and your mage friends cannot keep up with you.”
She didn’t reply, still watching and he let out a sigh, crossing his arms. “Alla, come on. Stripping Winterhold of all Thalmor isn’t going to bring Mirabelle or Savos back.”
She finally looked to him, irritated. “You don’t know if any of these bastards are under Ancano, Nelacar. What if they got word I killed him? Then our college is going to be in danger. This is just tying up loose ends.”
He pressed his lips together. “Like that Agent in Labyrinthian?”
She touched her side at his words and he sighed, reaching down to place his hands against her as well, rubbing. She flushed, tearing her eyes from the landscape to look at him, moving closer and he held her for a moment, the wind behind them rushing to cut through their robes and Brelyna let out a noise of frustration which made her turn.
Onmund’s bandage had come off and she tried to salvage it while the Nord flushed at her nearly pushing him down, her hands grabbing at the fabric. J’zargo came over and he grabbed the ends of the linen, wrapping Onmund’s arm in less than a second and Alla smiled as the two stared at him in shock.
“Onmund and Brelyna need to learn how to bandage an arm,” he said and Brelyna flushed.
Finally the sound came, a long howl across the plains and she ripped her eyes back to the snow before them. She saw movement but it wasn’t the black fur she was expecting. The wolves were white, nearly blending in and she shot away from Nelacar, her hands lighting on fire. She couldn’t lose sight of them otherwise they could overwhelm the group and she rushed across the snow starting to create a wall of fire in a V shape.
They ran through it, which is what she wanted and she threw her arms down, expelling a portion of her magic to conjure a flame atronarch behind them, her magic switching to simple fireballs to toss into the snarling wolves eyes.
The leader easily avoided her, rushing past towards the group and she turned, gritting her teeth. “Nelacar!” she screamed as she focused on the underlings of the pack, one going down due to her atronarch while another howled when her fireball slammed into its side causing it to fall.
The Altmer behind her shot electricity at the wolf but the beast dodged it, its eyes set on Onmund. It sought him as the weak link and Alla hissed in frustration, tossing fireballs at the pack that was circling them, hitting another leaving only three left. Brelyna was up, readying her hands and J’zargo shot a shard of ice at one of the pack, hitting it but it didn’t deter it much. Its body was thick with fur from surviving in the harsh winter of Dawnstar; ice was not its enemy.
Electricity shot through the beast taking it down. Nelacar stared at them. “Use fire or electric attacks! They’re Ice Wolves, not the damned ones from the south!”
The Emergency [Part 1D]
Date: 2014-03-16 02:43 am (UTC)It howled as it fell away and Alla threw a fireball, killing the poor thing instantly. All that was left was the leader and its ears went back as it stood a distance away, eyes on Onmund still but it knew its limits. It broke into a run down the beach, Nelacar sending a shot after it as a warning and they were left alone, Alla’s atronarch folding in on itself and going back to the plane of oblivion it had come from.
She sighed and looked at the carcasses scattered around them. Only two seemed in good condition and she pulled out her dagger, moving to start to hack at the body. The mages stared at her, horrified.
She ignored them, used to skinning animals and she cut the pelt away and tossed it on the ground, steam rising from the bloody underside. She moved to the other, slicing away as the sun started to go down and Nelacar came to her side.
“We need to seek shelter,” he said and she sighed, rolling the pelts up to tuck under her arm, blood staining her robes.
“We’ll head for Dawnstar. It’s not too far and I can afford a room for all of us,” she said. He nodded and went back to the others, taking up the rear as they came to follow her and she walked along the beach stinking of iron and fire. It had been like this for days now, the young students and the older Altmer mage traversing the beach, moving up to the road only when there were signs of movement.
Three Thalmor patrols had been cut down by their hands, one particularly nasty when a desperate young Altmer decided to rush Alla before they saw them. It didn’t end well for the Mer and Alla was forced to snap his neck like he was a chicken causing her friends to cringe in horror. She was the dragonborn, not a simple mage and she had dealt with death all too commonly now. One more life on her hands didn’t bother her. She already had consumed twenty of her apparent brethren’s souls and countless bandits had burned under her hands.
“Alla?” Onmund called and she slowed a bit, looking over her shoulder to the Nord who walked side by side with Brelyna. “How much longer are we going to keep this up? Chasing Thalmor Agents?”
She stopped and looked to them, her eyes moving to Nelacar who pursed his lips. She didn’t answer and kept going leading them to Dawnstar where the wind whipped through the town with a fierce bite, the soldiers who walked the roads looking miserable. She didn’t blame them and before they went to the inn, she sold the pelts to the blacksmith, gaining a few bit of coins for her effort. It was enough to buy them some food which they were all now lacking severely.
The Inn was more accommodating than the frigid air outside with its roaring fire and she paid for three rooms, J’zargo getting his own after fighting with Onmund over it and she took the double bed with Nelacar leaving the poor Nord and Dunmer to awkwardly figure out the king size bed.
They ate and drank in silence in the corner away from the general chatter, all eyes on her but she didn’t have an answer. She knew what the right thing to do was but her blood still boiled, wanting revenge. She supposed it was the dragon part of her, always seeking to conquer and destroy. Not that a lot of the Thalmor didn’t deserve it.
She finally stopped eating, letting out a sigh and she didn’t look to any of them before she spoke, her eyes on the shadows dancing around the hall. “We’ll start heading back tomorrow. I suppose we’ve done enough.”
The Emergency [Part 1E]
Date: 2014-03-16 02:44 am (UTC)“Are you kidding?” Brelyna scoffed, the first time she had spoken in a while. “J’zargo, no one is going to name you Arch-Mage.”
He looked at her almost confused. “Why not? J’zargo is the most talented mage here,” he started and Alla rolled her eyes, looking to Nelacar who was across from her shaking his head, drinking deep from his tankard.
“Alla took down like, four wolves today and most of the Thalmor soldiers we have found she and Nelacar have killed. You haven’t killed one.”
“Killing others does not make you Arch-Mage,” J’zargo said almost in a hiss. Brelyna snorted.
“No, but it shows they have much more skill in magic than us!” she fought back. “If anyone was going to be named it… it would be Alla!”
She looked to them, shocked. “E-Excuse me?”
J’zargo’s ears went back. “Alla would not make a good Arch-Mage. She already has a title, she does not need two.”
Onmund looked up from his bread. “That’s your basis on why? That’s so stupid! She can be Arch-Mage and dragonborn too!” He protested and Alla pressed her tongue against her cheek. Funny how no one was bothering to ask her opinion.
As if he read her thoughts, J’zargo spoke. “Alla does not want to be Arch-Mage, yes? It would not suit Alla.”
She had enough and stood up, rolling her eyes. “I’m not getting involved. I’m going to bed,” she said, dropping a few septims down. “You guys can bicker amongst yourself but be up before dawn. We can cover more ground if we leave as soon as possible.”
Nelacar downed his drink. “I think I’ll turn in for the night as well.”
She smiled as he got up and she waited for him so they could go to their room together, him shutting the door behind them as J’zargo began to protest again making Brelyna scoff in irritation. He chuckled and she rolled her eyes, pulling off her stained and dirty robes. “You’re friends are quite interesting.”
“Try being with them for longer than three days,” she said as she hung her robes over the chair in the room, digging for her shirt when he came up behind her and touched her shoulders. She stopped and leaned back against him and he kissed the top of her head.
“You’re making the right decision.”
She sighed. “I don’t like it,” she admitted. “I would rather keep going but you’re right. They can’t keep up. I’m used to travelling long and far but it’s not for everyone and we need to go back.”
He kissed down near her temple and she sighed, savouring his touch before she turned and grabbed his robes, forcing him to the bed. She shoved him down, his body hitting the straw hard and she crawled on top of him, biting her lip in a come-hither look for a second to look innocent but he didn’t take the bait.
“The doors here aren’t as sound proof as the ones in Winterhold,” he said and she paused, hearing the dull chatter outside making her shrug.
“Be quiet then.”
“Excuse me?” he said in irritation making her giggle. “I’m not the one who shouts so… inappropriately all the time.”
The Emergency [Part 1F]
Date: 2014-03-16 02:45 am (UTC)He flushed but didn’t say anything more allowing her to move up a bit to kiss him. He let her, cupping the back of her head and she moaned against him, her nearly naked body shivering a bit which made him switch their positions so she was against the pelts below. She wrapped her arms around his neck, happy to finally have some alone time with the mage when a knocking made her groan. She flopped down, irritated while he took a moment to compose himself before he went to the door.
It opened before he could get to it, Enthir walking in making her get up from the bed. “E-Enthir?! Enthir, what the fuck!?” she spat, grabbing the pelts to bring up around her body. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned.
“Alla, get your crap. You have to come back with us, now.”
She stared at him then up to Nelacar who was frowning before she moved. “Enthir, what’s this about? Why are you here?”
“I was sent to get you,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “Look, grab your shit. We need to go.”
“Why? I paid for-”
“The Thalmor are coming,” he cut in which made her stare. “Look, all you need to know is Faralda and I were sent to find you and your little entourage and along the way we stumbled across what you’ve been doing just as some Thalmor did. Long story short, they’re fucking pissed and you’re in a fucking lot of trouble.”
She got up and grabbed her robes, tugging them on, her cheeks hot. “How do they know it was us? And why should I care?”
“I don’t know,” he said as he moved to grab her bag, looking up to his friend who was frowning from where he was standing. “Maybe the fact that a group of mages from the college killing Thalmor agents attracts attention? And you should care, you stupid girl. Don’t you understand? The college could come under attack yet again by you provoking a war!”
She bit her lip. Okay, granted, she didn’t think of that. She took her bag from him, throwing it over her shoulder and he looked to Nelacar. “Sorry for cock-blocking you.”
“W-We weren’t-”
“How did you find us? And get here so fast?” she cut in as she walked out, looking to see Faralda standing by the fire, her three friends waiting awkwardly as if they had been caught stealing sweet rolls from the guards. Enthir moved past her.
“We followed the bodies. And we’re on horses,” he said, moving to exit with her in tow. Faralda came after with the three apprentice mages and Nelacar took up the rear. In front of the Inn were two black mares, quiet as they stood with their heads low as the wind blew their manes over their faces.
‘Where did you get these?” she asked and Enthir looked back at her.
“Baby, do you have to ask?”
The Emergency [Part 1G]
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2014-03-16 02:45 am (UTC) - ExpandThe Emergency [Part 2A]
Date: 2014-03-16 07:35 pm (UTC)It was a hassle, bending over the bucket but once she had finished she felt a bit relieved. Her time in bed probably took a greater toll on her than she realized and she struggled a bit dressing before she went out of her room into the second floor hall searching out the staff but there was no one to be found. She did however find the kitchen in poor stock with barely any food left for a week.
She frowned and made a note as she went down and out of the Hall of Attainment, the wind whipping through her robes and she shivered, quickly crossing the courtyard. When she made it into the Hall of Elements she was covered in a cold sweat, her breathing heavy and body aching. She may have pushed herself too hard but there was no point in going back.
She instead took to climbing the stairs to the Arcanaeum, panting by the time she got to the top and the library was empty. Well, save for Urag but he never left his beloved books. She smoothed back her hair and tried to make sure she didn’t look too sickly before she walked forward and the Orc looked up from his chair behind the large spruce desk, his black eyes not recognizing her at first.
He stood up respectfully. “Mirabelle. You’re up.”
“That I am, Urag,” she said softly as she came to look at him from in front of his desk, the edge coming up to her chest. “Have you seen the other staff members? I can’t find them.”
He thought for a moment. “They might be in town. I heard word that Alla and the Nord have returned. Apparently that expelled Altmer is leading back the Khajiit and Brelyna since they couldn’t fit on the horses.”
She pursed her lips and tapped her fingers on the edge of the desk. So Nelacar was with her. No doubt she had convinced him to follow since she was aware of the both of them engaging in a relationship of sorts. The Imperial, Alla, had an odd way with the old mage just as she had a suspicious relationship with Enthir but that was all beside the point. Half of the mages were back which is what mattered.
She turned, determined to go down to the town and see what the news was when Urag stood. “You’re not going down there are you?”
She paused. “Of course I am, Urag. Students have been missing and it’s my job to discipline them and/or make sure they’re safe,” she said in an authoritative tone. He came out from behind the desk, his frame large as he went to her side and he offered her arm which she flushed at.
“You can try and hide it but I know you’re not feeling well. You just woke up yesterday, Mirabelle. Don’t overexert yourself.”
She softened a bit. “Thank you, Urag.”
They didn’t have to go far as the party was coming into the courtyard when Urag led Mirabelle out. All five professors were leading the dragonborn mage through the gate, her head held high as she entered and behind her Onmund walked, his arm in a sling. Mirabelle stopped, disappointed when she saw them but the Imperial acted differently. As soon as she saw her she began to run forward, her eyes wide.
Urag had to let go of her when the mage’s arms were thrown around her neck nearly causing her to collapse. “T-Thank the divines!” the girl cried. “I-I thought you died, Mirabelle! I thought that fucking bastard Thalmor killed you!”
The Emergency [Part 2B]
Date: 2014-03-16 07:36 pm (UTC)She drew back, her expression hardening and Mirabelle sighed, feeling a bit guilty and dizzy. Urag came to her side and she gladly leaned on him, staring at the girl before Onmund joined making him subject to her disapproval as well. The Professors surrounded them, save for Faralda and she frowned but let it go. She was sure the sorceress was possibly somewhere.
“Alla, what were you thinking?” she started, angry. “Are you trying to get this college destroyed? How foolish do you have to be to go after the Thalmor?!”
“I had to,” she said plainly. “We were threatened.”
“Threatened?” she said, unaware of this. She looked to the professors who shrugged and Tolfdir spoke.
“Alla, my dear, threatened how?”
Onmund spoke up for her. “Ancano said we all were going to be executed. He said we were all marked so even if he was killed, the college would fall.”
There was a silence and Mirabelle said nothing but her heart pounded at the words. “Onmund, did you hear him say this?”
“He didn’t, but I did,” Alla said, her eyes set forward on her. “I didn’t think about provoking a war, I left because I didn’t want anyone to come and destroy the college. Not after we already lost…” she hesitated. Mirabelle said nothing but her lips pressed thin. “It doesn’t matter. I take responsibility for this. Onmund, Brelyna, and J’zargo heard I was leaving and they insisted on coming. If the Thalmor come, point them to me. I’ve been the one slaughtering their patrols.”
“I will do no such thing,” Mirabelle said, annoyed, her mind working quickly at the information she had been given. What a disaster. “The Thalmor aren’t stupid. They won’t see this as you attacking them to prevent something, they will see it as all of us not only killing an Agent but murdering patrols as well as if we were… Some common bunch of Sellswords. Giving you up won’t satisfy them and I would never do such a thing either!”
Alla frowned at her, her eyes odd as they focused on her. “I know the Thalmor, Mirabelle and they’re well acquainted with me ever since I may have destroyed the Embassy.” Mirabelle gaped at her. Heavens above. She had to reach up to rub her temples delicately as she felt a headache looming. “If you say it was me, they’ll back off. And it was. I killed Ancano, I killed most of the patrols all to protect us in case Ancano wasn’t bluffing on having us all marked for death. Present me to them and the college will be safe.”
“No,” she said again. “You saved the college from Ancano who was intent on annihilating us and the realm. I will not let them take you to be tortured over actions that needed to be taken. But killing the patrols… Gods above. You… You foolish child!” She didn’t know what to do about that.
“Mirabelle,” Phinis said which made her look up. “You know… it’s not exactly a crime to kill the Thalmor in Winterhold. The Hold is under the Stormcloaks and they look the other way when this type of thing happens.”
The Emergency [Part 2C]
Date: 2014-03-16 07:37 pm (UTC)“They know,” both Onmund and Alla said at the same time. There was a silence and Mirabelle struggled to fix this even more when Alla spoke up again.
“Give me to them.”
“No,” she said again though she was getting tempted.
“Then what will you do if they come?” she asked and she said nothing, holding on to Urag’s arm tight as she felt weak again. She closed her eyes, struggling with herself and Urag leaned over, holding her arm.
“Alright, that’s enough,” he said in his gruff voice making her look to him. “Come on. Back to your room. You can deal with these pipsqueaks later.”
“Urag,” Alla said annoyed and he glared at her making her become silent.
“If those damn elves come and my library is touched, I’ll kill you before they even find where I tossed your body,” he growled and she opened her mouth to say something but Onmund kicked her making her stop. He started leading her back to the Hall of Attainment, some of the professors following and Tolfdir took her when they got close letting Urag return back to the Arcanaeum.
Mirabelle sighed. “I’m fine, I really am. Just a little tired. There’s no need to fuss.”
“Nonsense, Mirabelle. This is a lot to take in and this is only your second day after waking,” he said and she pursed her lips. It took a considerable effort to get up the stairs and she didn’t enjoy being corralled into her room but when her back hit her bed it was like a weight lifted from her. She relaxed, breathing hard for a minute before she calmed down and focused. Tolfdir and Colette were in her room but outside were the professors and the two students waiting.
She leaned back against her pillow still thinking. “We negotiate,” she finally said and they all looked at her. “If the Thalmor do come, we will negotiate between them over this. They owe us for Ancano’s recklessness. He killed our Arch-Mage, wounded me and we had no choice but to take him out. If they inquire, our students were emotionally unstable after. They thought I was dead and went to take revenge as any group of stupid children would.”
“But we killed more than one patrol in revenge,” Alla pointed out and she pursed her lips.
“Don’t bring that up. In fact, you two are to be quiet about this and let me handle it.”
“What about the Agent who tried to kill Alla in Labyrinthian?” Onmund said and she stopped to stare at him. She looked to Alla who flushed and her fingers moved to her side, touching it delicately for a slight second.
“What Agent?”
“It’s nothing,” she hissed. “That Agent is dead and his body lies shamed in the catacombs of that accursed tomb. No one would dare go in there.” She thought for a moment before she left, moving past Drevis as she went to the stairs. Mirabelle took the time to sigh, rubbing her temples.
“Are there any other Thalmor deaths we should know about?” she asked and none of them spoke. She felt her stomach hurt again and she rubbed herself making Colette perk up.
“Do you need me to use my magic?” she asked and Mirabelle shook her head. It wasn’t something a healing spell could fix. She was sure she wasn’t bleeding, just stress irritating her stomach.
The Emergency [Part 2D]
Date: 2014-03-16 07:38 pm (UTC)She recalled what Tolfdir had told her and she looked to the mage; no, the dragonborn. “What was down there in Labyrinthian?”
She sighed and pulled out something else. It was a mask carved from what looked like silver but when she focused it was aged Moonstone. “This is Morokei’s mask. He was the Dragon Priest who had the Staff of Magnus down in the heart of that tomb and where two of Savos’ old acquaintances…” she trailed off again and Mirabelle looked to her. She sighed. “The Staff is yours, Mirabelle. The Arch-Mage should have it. It’s what that Thalmor Agent Estormo wanted when we fought and I killed him. He was under Ancano’s instruction so I don’t know if the Thalmor are looking for him or not.”
She wanted to protest the Arch-Mage comment but pressed her lips together tight instead, thinking of this Agent she wasn’t aware of. She held the staff, looking it over before she leaned it up next to her bed, folding her hands as she thought.
“We’ll ignore that Agent for now. If it comes up, I will point out it was life or death for a student. This is still the same. If they come, we negotiate, we do not provoke a war,” she stated and there was a silence but a mutual agreement. “For now, everyone stay in the college. We’ll ask the guards to deliver supplies so that none of our students or staff are ambushed in revenge. We cannot be too careful. I will try and contact the Embassy to explain the situation to establish a communication so this can be worked out as soon as possible. Do not engage in any more killings, understand? Nor do you talk about this.”
The door shut downstairs and she paused, listening, as footsteps sounded on the stones. She waited and the professors turned letting Faralda come. Mirabelle relaxed when she saw the sorceress, the Altmer letting out a small sigh as she slid up to Drevis who looked at her with a smile. She gave him a small smile back.
“Where’s Enthir?” Serguis asked and she looked to him.
“He went to grab the other students and that disgraced mage,” she said and Mirabelle sighed. She prayed they would make it back and that nothing would attack them. “Why? What’s going on?”
“We’re not to talk about what the students did,” he replied and she folded her arms.
“Who made that decision?”
“I did,” Mirabelle said and the mage went quiet. She sighed suddenly feeling tired and she didn’t explain more, turning instead on Tolfdir who was looking at Faralda. “Tolfdir, there’s hardly any food in the hall. Send out an order right away as well as purchases for more Soul Gems and alchemy ingredients. We need to replenish all potions on campus for an emergency as well as start generating income in. Travellers still rely on us for Enchantments and Spell Tomes and we rely on their coin.”
He looked down to her, taking it in and he nodded. “Right. I’ll go do that right now,” he said, moving out of her room and she focused on Drevis.
“Drevis, all the focus points need to be cleaned. Can you do that? We need all the mage lights lit and the focus points in all the Halls cleared so there is absolutely the maximum amount of light in the rooms and outside,” she commanded and the instructor gave a nod.
“I’ll get my gloves,” he said, leaving and she looked to Phinis.
“Phinis, take the students and get them to clean the Hall of Elements. There was damage from Ancano and the structure needs to be checked before experiments and classes commence. Colette, I need you to go and retool your curriculum. Every student needs to have the basic healing spells on themselves and their peers mastered before two months pass,” she said before focusing on Faralda. “Faralda? Can you man the gate again?”
The Emergency [Part 2E]
Date: 2014-03-16 07:39 pm (UTC)“You can still hold a broom, Onmund.”
Mirabelle sighed and she rubbed her stomach again. Colette remained by her side for a while until she stared at her and the aloof mage got up to go do her task, lips thin as she did. She knew she was worried about her but the students learning the basics were the biggest priority now. That left Serguis and he came to her side.
“I suspect you wish me to do some enchanting?”
“Yes. As much as you can so we can get some money in. I am worried, Serguis, over the Thalmor coming. We’re low on a lot of things and if they don’t want to negotiate it may get ugly,” she said. He merely nodded.
“Leave it to me, Mirabelle. Just take it easy. You’re not well enough to resume your tasks so adamantly,” he said and she sighed but didn’t complain. “This will all work out, I’m sure.”
“I hope so,” she replied and he left leaving her alone. She sunk back in her bed and found herself drifting off.
She was woken close to midnight by Faralda who was wearing a long, dark fur around herself. “Mirabelle? A message came by courier. It’s marked for the Arch-Mage but since Savos has passed, I assume that falls to you?”
She leaned up, rubbing her eyes and she took the note, flipping it over. Her breath caught as she recognized the seal. It was from the Embassy. Faralda stared at her, waiting, as if she was going to tell but she waved her off. “Thank you, Faralda, you can take your leave.”
She said nothing but looked a little displeased when she left. She opened the letter, lighting a candle near her bed and she read the beautiful script she recognized as the Ambassador’s. They had become aware more than a few of their agents being killed by mages from the college and were displeased and coming to see what had happened. She closed the letter, a deep worry flooding her mind and she found herself re-reading the letter.
It was sent by courier a day ago. From Solitude, it would possibly be a six day trip, maybe more if the road to Morthal was being blocked by bandits again but it didn’t give her a lot of time. She had to get up and find Tolfdir who was sleeping in his chair in his bedroom. “Tolfdir? Tolfdir, wake up,” she pleaded.
He snapped up, looking disorientated before he focused on her. “Mirabelle? My dear, what are you doing up?”
“The Thalmor are coming,” she said in a serious tone and he stopped, looking to her. He sobered immediately and she handed him the letter. He was quiet as he read it and after he did he folded it neatly to hand back to her. “We need to prepare.”
He nodded. “Brelyna, J’zargo, and Enthir came back this evening. We’ll start classes right away.”
“Send a letter out to Arniel and Nirya in Markarth. Tell them to stay there then see if you can’t find some parchment around here,” she said. “I need to make sure if the Thalmor are willing to negotiate, we can somehow do it without insulting them or hurting us.”
“Right,” he agreed and he paused, thinking. “Mirabelle, you should move to the Arch-Mage’s quarters.” She stared at him, blank and he moved tried to reassure her. “You are the Arch-Mage, we can’t delay on that any longer. You should make it yours before they come and we’ll all get into order.”
She sighed but nodded. “Inform the staff. And Tolfdir?” he looked to her. “You’re no longer solely a Professor. I need you as Master Wizard under me.”
He stared at her but nodded. “I won’t disappoint, Arch-Mage.”
The Emergency [Part 2F]
Date: 2014-03-16 07:39 pm (UTC)She found herself throwing up come morning, her stomach sick and her head light. This was starting to worry her and she held her stomach, rubbing it. A thought came into her head and she pursed her lips. She had to go see Colette.
--
She snuck out during the night, propping pillows in her bed in case anyone came in her room and she had to drop down from a broken part of the walkway when she saw Faralda standing guard, her mind on only one thing. She weaved around the back of the town and came into the Frozen Hearth through the door as if she had walked from Windhelm. The Inn was silent, Dagur getting ready to call it a night and she quickly crossed the floor to go into Nelacar’s room.
He was laying down inside and she shut the door, pulling her cloak off. He moved on his bed, shocked and she went to his side, her lips immediately on him making him flush. “A-Alla, what are you doing here?”
“I came to see you,” she said, kicking off her wet boots as she climbed on top of him making him flush even more. “I saw Enthir and he told me he went and brought you back with Brelyna and J’zargo.”
He pursed his lips. “Yes… Thankfully. Your little Khajiit friend has quick fingers. I think stole some potions from me,” he complained and she smiled.
“He probably did,” she shrugged but that wasn’t what she was concerned about. She started tugging at his belt making him flush. “Nelacar… I have to thank you. I really fucked up.” He looked to her and she chewed her lip. “I was trying to protect the college but I think I may have caused something worse to happen. And if you didn’t reign me in, I probably would still be killing patrols.”
He was silent but his hand moved up to rubbing her neck and shoulders. She leaned into it biting her lip as a shiver went down her back. “I know you were upset over everything that happened and we did try and warn you,” he reminded her which made her feel guilty, her legs tightening around him making him grunt. “But it’s done. Besides, this may have happened anyways. The Thalmor may have marched here regardless since one of their top Agents being killed isn’t something they would take lightly.”
She sighed not believing him but he was trying making her feel better. She reached up and held his hands to her body before she moved them down to her breasts. He tried hard not to squeeze but she encouraged him, rolling her hips on his body. “They’re locking down the college too so I may not see you for a while.”
He looked up at her and she stared at him. “For how long?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted and he did nothing, thinking before she was grabbed and turned swiftly making her yelp. He pressed her against his bed, his mouth on hers and she immediately grabbed his neck, sinking into the kiss. When they parted she let out a little pant, flushing. “Nelacar. Don’t stop tonight, alright? No matter what.”
He flushed at her words but nodded. “If that’s what you want, I won’t. E-Even if someone comes in...”
She giggled at him, tugging him down to kiss the side of his neck. “I think Enthir is sleeping so we won’t have to worry about it,” she said lightly. “And if the Thalmor come, just keep going. So they can see what a real superior Mer looks like.”
He let out an embarrassed laugh. “Y-Yeah, right.”
The Emergency [Part 2G]
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2014-03-16 07:40 pm (UTC) - ExpandThe Emergency [Part 2H]
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2014-03-16 07:41 pm (UTC) - ExpandThe Emergency [Part 3A]
Date: 2014-03-17 08:25 pm (UTC)“Well, you can because you are!” she said, folding her arms. She said nothing, looking away to stare at the twisted tree as her heart began to pound.
“How?!” she asked, mostly to herself but the little mage answered.
“Well, if I have to recount to you the mechanics of sex-”
She held up her hand and she could feel a headache coming on. “Rhetorical question, Colette. It’s just… do you know how far along I am?”
She relaxed and went to pick up the sample she had experimented with, shaking it back and forth before she moved to check her stomach. After deliberating for a moment she seemed to have an answer. “I believe you are one and a half to two months? It’s not a direct estimation but I think it’s the best I can give you.”
She said nothing and her cheeks turned a bit red. So around the last time she and Ancano had engaged in their affair in his chambers before he went and sabotaged them. She knew it was his, there was no doubt, but it was still a shock to her. Then again if she actually stopped thinking with her muddled emotions it was surprising it didn’t happen earlier. They had increased their encounters significantly after the Eye had been brought in since most of the staff and students congregated around it leaving the place empty for them but she still didn’t think it could happen.
She pressed a hand on her stomach as a new worry came over her. The child, no matter the gender, would take her race but would they act as their father? What if there were Altmer features that came out? It wasn’t uncommon. What if someone asked who the father was? What if the Thalmor found out she was having a dead Agent’s child?
She pressed a finger to her temple, sighing and Colette came to sit down next to her. “Mirabelle, are you alright?”
“Yes, just thinking,” she reassured her and she noticed the mage leaning over almost eagerly. “Yes?”
“Who is the father?” she said and her cheeks went red. Colette immediately leaned back. “Is it Savos?”
Her mouth dropped open. “N-No! No, of course not!” she flushed red at her words. Savos? She never even thought of him like that. She respected the man greatly and did worry about him as he often lapsed into silences which she now started to suspect had to do with what Alla found in Labyrinthian but she was never attracted to him sexually.
Ancano was just different. He was infuriating. Everything about him was pompous and aggravating and more than once they had almost sparred but he was an absolute demon in the sack. That seemed to be the only thing they did enjoy about each other, other than their hot debates which usually led to him pounding her on her bed. It was a purely sexual and emotionally riled relationship but she still missed him.
Having his child now seemed so odd. She noticed Colette was still watching her and she sighed. “It’s no staff member either. Or student!”
“Do you know who the father is?” she asked instead and she felt her ears burn. She wanted to say yes but saying that would only bring more questions, more lies, and she found herself gritting her teeth.
“No.”
The Emergency [Part 3B]
Date: 2014-03-17 08:26 pm (UTC)It wasn’t as if that didn’t cross her mind for a brief moment but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to linger on it. Now that she was asked she had to and she tapped her fingers on the table, her lips pressed thin.
She never even conceived having a child. Her goals in life had been to become Arch-Mage, if she ever got the chance, keep the college running smoothly and master all the spells she could before she died. She never thought about children because that was what others had. The folk of Winterhold had children to leave their name, property, and legacy to and she had her spells.
Was that what she wanted? To die without anyone to leave her things to? Would she even be a good mother to begin with? She hadn’t the slightest clue about children other than they didn’t like it when you told them to stay away from places they shouldn’t go. How would she even feed a baby? How would she deal with being Arch-Mage and having a child?
“I need to think about it,” she finally said as she started getting overwhelmed and Colette sighed.
“Don’t take too long. I don’t know if I can terminate it if you wish if you delay any longer,” she said bluntly and she merely nodded, shocked but let her start to grab her things. “Sorry, I have a class soon. The students seem to not be understanding how to heal others very well.”
She stopped thinking about her stress over a child and she turned to the mage, her words running through her mind. “Do all the students know the spell for healing others?”
Colette stopped. “…I don’t know. Maybe that’s the problem?” she muttered and she left leaving Mirabelle to rub at her temples.
The child in her womb was making her stressed more than she realized. She didn’t know anything about caring for anyone else that wasn’t at least an adult and if she birthed the child what was she to do? How did you care for one? How could she have let this happen?
It wasn’t like he came inside all the time. He did a few times and she had cleaned herself up after. She cursed herself for taking such stupid risks, her fists pressing into her eyes when she thought of the Imperial mage of the college. Alla was always sneaking away or leaving on trips to rendezvous with Nelacar or some other Altmer in Riften or whoever the Altmer in Markath was that she slept with as she recalled her bragging to Enthir. Yet she wasn’t pregnant.
She needed to find her and ask. Just for some sort of starting ground on how to fix her mistake – or so she was telling herself as she was stressed out now and needing air and someone to talk to. She got up and left her chambers finding the Hall of Elements empty and Onmund and Brelyna chatting outside next to a column standing close to each other. She looked to them but brushed it off as she crossed the courtyard to the Hall of Attainment and inside found J’zargo looking in the cupboards of the mess hall. She went to Alla’s bedroom and found it empty and she went upstairs hoping she was dining. No such luck.
Enthir saw her and leaned against his doorway. “Looking for someone, Arch-Mage?”
She sighed. “Yes, have you seen Alla?”
“She’s down in the Midden,” Enthir said and she stared at him.
“The Midden!? Whatever for?” she found herself asking and the Bosmer frowned as he folded his arms to think.
The Emergency [Part 3C]
Date: 2014-03-17 08:27 pm (UTC)She left without hearing the end. That damned Imperial better not have left the grounds. She was the student she worried about the most considering she was probably the most desired by the Thalmor. Also being the dragonborn did make her a target for other things. Unbeknownst to a lot of the staff, she had been approached by high generals from both sides of the armies seeking her out and she had turned them off the college grounds.
The girl was wanted and not always for good reasons and right now, she needed to talk to her. She crossed the courtyard to the Hall of Countenance and fled down into the Midden without a word to anyone inside.
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Alla stood before the Atronarch forge, holding up the salt pile as she read through her worn notes. She didn’t know what she wanted to make. Magic was her forte but with the fucking Thalmor coming she knew if her magic failed her she needed to fall back on something else. She wasn’t a fan of bows considering how arrows tended to run out but she could hold a sword. First, however, she needed to complete her initial task. She tossed the salt in, added an amethyst and soul gem before she shut the tiny hatch letting the forge work. A stench of something awful burning filled her lungs and she coughed, grabbing a cloth to hold over her mouth as she waited.
The hatch opened after a short amount of time and she put on a glove as she pulled out a handful of void salts, pouring them into a shallow bowl. She set them aside and pulled out some stuff from her pack, dropping a ruined book on the ground unceremoniously before she plucked out a deathbell and a mammoth tusk. She checked her notes again sighing in uncertainty as they were smudged and she really didn’t know if this was correct when footsteps drew her attention up.
She stood, turning to look at the entrances and she saw shadows moving before she saw Mirabelle come stomping down looking frustrated and exhausted. She raised her eyebrows in shock. “Mirabelle?”
“There you are!” she huffed as she came to her side, kicking the water off her boots which were soaking. “What in the fifteen daedric realms are you doing down here?!”
She said nothing but her eyes moved to the forge which made the Arch-Mage look as well. She frowned, not knowing what it was and she gave a shrug. “I’m just experimenting. I haven’t left the college grounds, technically. And you told us all to work.”
She said nothing but there was obvious displeasure in her eyes. She sighed and moved some of her stuff away waiting for the Arch-Mage to speak. “What do you need?”
It was Mirabelle’s turn to hesitate and she took a moment to compose herself before looking her straight in the eye. “Alla, this may be odd and a bit… awkward but I just need some quick answers.”
“Alright.”
She opened her mouth but hesitated again, her cheeks turning a bit pink. “You… You sleep with a lot of men, don’t you?”
She bristled at her words. She hoped this wasn’t going to turn into a lecture. She heard enough of that shit from Nelacar. “I sleep with who I want, yes.”
She picked up on her coldness. “I’m not judging you, Alla, I just… this is extremely uncomfortable for me to talk about,” she said and she looked to the Arch-Mage. She did seem very out of sorts. “How do you prevent yourself from getting pregnant?”
She stared at her and she found herself laughing a bit. Okay, now she saw why. “I drink a potion,” she shrugged.
“A potion?” she said almost shocked before her eyes drew down. “Yes, that would make sense. What sort of potion?”
She turned back to the forge, kicking the ruined book and the ratty cover peeled a bit making her reach down and pick it up to toss into the hatch before it disintegrated more. “A potion of poison. I usually keep a small stock in all my places of residence.”
She seemed shocked. “You poison yourself!?”
The Emergency [Part 3D]
Date: 2014-03-17 08:28 pm (UTC)“No…” she said quietly behind her and she looked over her shoulder at the Arch-Mage who was holding her stomach with a pained look on her face.
“Mirabelle, is something-?”
“I’m pregnant,” she breathed out before she covered her face with her hands, sighing. She gawked at her before the Breton began to pace, agitated. “I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant and I just…”
“Who’s the father?” she said immediately and the Arch-Mage flushed.
“No one.”
Alla laughed. It couldn’t be no one and she leaned down, placing all the items into the hatch as she thought about it. “Is it Savos?”
She became huffy which would have been wildly amusing if she wasn’t also the head of the college and with eyes like ice. “It is not Savos! I did not have a sexual relationship with him! What is with everyone saying that!?”
“I-I don’t know, you were always with him?” she defended herself and Mirabelle paced more, her worry turning into frustration.
“You’re always with Enthir! What if someone asked if you slept with him?”
She found herself smirking. “I’d sleep with him. He’s half Altmer. I always wondered if that transferred to his… um. Somewhere other than his personality,” she tried to save herself as she got another look from the Arch-Mage. “It’s just the first man to come to mind, Mirabelle!”
She growled but continued to pace for a moment until she finally stopped, letting out a noise of frustration. “This is too much. Why is this all happening now?”
Alla had to admit she felt pity for the head mage. She couldn’t imagine her reaction if she got told she was pregnant a few days before the Thalmor arrived. Actually, she could. She’d leave and just hide out in Riften. Either that or end up killing them as soon as they came near her in a fit of panic. Neither option was very smart.
She found herself speaking. “You shouldn’t worry about the Thalmor too much. If Elenwen catches wind of your stress, she’ll use that. Probably.”
Mirabelle turned to look at her over her shoulder and she gave a bit of a shrug. She calmed down a bit as her thoughts became focused on one thing and it let her have time to fill the hatch of the forge with the junk. She shut it, the thing roaring to life and she stepped back, waiting as the tusk could be heard getting churned.
Mirabelle came to her side. “You seem very well acquainted with the Ambassador.”
“I may have tried to sleep with her,” she admitted and she ignored the look she got. “What? She may be a cold-hearted bitch but she’s very attractive. It was on a drunken bet too, mind you.”
“Alla,” she sighed, tired and she smiled back but became serious again once she looked to her.
“I infiltrated the Embassy under the work of the Blades, a group I’m no longer welcome with. I killed a lot of her mages and released a few prisoners which caused her to send an assassin after me. I killed them too and on advice from a dear friend, I went to the Embassy to call her out and explain myself after every patrol started attacking me on sight.”
“And did that go over well?” she asked and she sighed in response.
“It didn’t. But I paid her for what I did but they still consider me a threat especially after the meeting we had in which I got another Mage murdered. I’m not particularly aligned with any of those factions but I may have seemed sympathetic to the Stormcloaks which she wasn’t pleased about.”
“Well I hope they don’t think we’re aligned to them,” she said automatically and she shrugged at her.
The Emergency [Part 3F]
Date: 2014-03-17 08:29 pm (UTC)“I can’t,” she replied. “I won’t just hand over a student for them to kill.”
“You may not think that during negotiations,” she said. “And I won’t blame you. But you can’t speculate on what Elenwen or the Thalmor will do when they get here. Like I said, she’s ruthless but she’s hard to judge. Just don’t make lewd comments about her figure.”
“I doubt I will.”
She smiled at her. “You never know. An attractive woman does have the power to make you speak out,” she joked when the hatch snapped and she looked down. It opened and she retrieved the item inside, turning it over to look at the cover. She opened the book and it exploded, her eyes shutting as magic hit her body and a new spell was sewn into her mind.
She shook her head once the ringing stopped. “Conjure Storm Atronarch. Just in case.”
Mirabelle sighed. “Any chance you can make more of those?”
She shook her head. “I don’t exactly collect ruined books. There was one I found down here that I decided to use.”
They were quiet and the Arch-Mage rubbed her temples, still stressed. Alla said nothing for a while, focusing on cleaning the forge when she stopped and looked back to Mirabelle. “Why don’t you go talk to Eirid and Assur down at the Inn if you’re unsure about children? What’s better than interacting with an actual child to know if you want one?” Mirabelle looked at her. “I know what you’re thinking. The decision is yours but you might as well get a second opinion through Eirid and Assur. You know, that sweet girl and-”
“I’m aware about Assur,” Mirabelle said darkly and Alla smiled. Of course she did. Everyone did. The kid was an absolute bastard.
“Still. After the Thalmor come, why not just go see them? They may change your mind.”
She seemed to relax a bit at her suggestion which in turn made her relax. With that, she started packing up. There was a daedra heart in her bag she meant to use at the forge but somehow she figured if she pulled it out, Mirabelle may lecture her. They weren’t exactly obtained through good means and she did leave to college to get it.
The Arch-Mage followed her out, both silent as they did as she was still thinking. When they exited the Midden, she found herself looking to the sky. “Shit, I’m late for class. Stop worrying, Mirabelle! We’ll all be fine!” she said as she rushed off leaving her alone. She made it just in time to get a lecture from Tolfdir and Enthir laughing at her when she tripped on the stairs. She got him back by conjuring a storm atronarch causing him to nearly get electrocuted and her nearly expelled.
It was worth it though. Even Enthir had to admit it.
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The Emergency [Part 3G]
Date: 2014-03-17 08:31 pm (UTC)The apprentices needed work and how many times they nearly killed each other worried her. She didn’t have time to correct it as exactly five days since she got the letter, the Thalmor arrived in a massive show.
She had to rush to meet them before the statue of Shalidor, Alla joining her side as well as Tolfdir and the staff backing them up from behind. Soldiers came first, dividing when they hit the grounds and all of them were dressed in expensive glass armor, swords sharp and eyes set forward almost devoid of life. It disturbed her but she tried not to focus on them as several mages came forward, stopping in-between the soldiers before the Ambassador began to cross the courtyard. Swords were raised, the soldiers stamped and moved in a ninty-degree angle all at once and they all bowed as she walked, her robes fluttering in the sharp wind.
Mirabelle stared. Alla had been right, the Ambassador was stunning. She walked forward, confident, with her hands behind her back and she stopped a good few paces away, her golden eyes looking to them all in utter judgement before the focused not on her but the girl beside her.
“Alla,” she said, her voice as beautiful as a sparrow’s song but she bore no smile. “How typical to see you here. I assume you’ve been killing my agents again?”
“Elenwen,” she said and Mirabelle felt her stomach turn as the damned mage crossed her arms defiantly next to her. “You’re looking lovely. Still sleeping alone in your bed? Oh, wait, of course you are since no mer would want to lay next to a woman who has fucked over all of Skyrim.”
Mirabelle looked to Alla in shock
“Aren’t you witty today,” Elenwen smirked. “Says the girl who can’t keep her legs closed near my men. Tell me, how many of my kin have you taken or can you count that high?”
“More mer than you’ll ever have loyal to you,” she smirked and Mirabelle moved forward, in complete shock the damned mage had even spoke let alone that she was so casually sparring words with the Ambassador to the Aldmeri Dominion.
“Lady Elenwen,” she said in a loud voice. “Welcome to the College of Winterhold. Please, excuse my student. She doesn’t know her place.”
Those gold eyes moved to her and she felt herself stiffen under them. This woman was dangerous and she could tell by a single glance of her eyes.
“You’re Mirabelle Ervine?” she said and she found herself giving an apprehensive nod. “The woman my Agent Ancano was fucking?”
She turned white and all eyes went on her making her shake. She had no words and Elenwen smiled. “By your silence, I assume I’m right. Ancarion, follow me inside. We have business to discuss with the new Arch-Mage.”
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Date: 2014-03-18 07:27 pm (UTC)She had no idea what was with the girl but she was going to get punished severely for her comments. If it came up, Mirabelle was even tempted to toss her over. After all she told her about the Ambassador and then she goes against it infuriated her. Not to mention she was still in shock over her relationship being announced to everyone. Her stress levels were off the charts which she channelled into her foot tapping on the floor.
Elenwen set down her cup and stared at her, her legs crossing showing the robes were cut near her upper thigh not only giving her a look of being a cold beauty but one of elegant taste and refinement. Mirabelle shifted in her seat, sitting straight in her Arch-Mage robes which hung down over her body covering her stomach and every bit of skin past her neck.
“Where’s Agent Ancano’s body?” she asked right off the bat and Mirabelle felt her cheeks turn a bit red. She wished she knew how they found out about them.
“We buried him beneath the college,” she said and Elenwen nodded. She turned to the young Altmer and spoke in a hushed tone. The mage bowed and went to the door where several soldiers stood, giving one a direction and they left as he came back. She waited until he was beside her and perfectly still before speaking again.
“Who killed him?”
“Alla,” Mirabelle admitted and Elenwen seemed to smile at it.
“Of course she did,” she mused. “Just as she killed three of my patrols? Nine men in all? Three high ranking mages and six soldiers…”
Mirabelle took in a slow breath. “Yes.”
“And you’re hoping we will bargain with you so your college won’t be burned to the ground and disassembled brick by brick by my men,” she stated coldly and Mirabelle found her heart quickening at her words.
“Yes.”
“Well,” Elenwen smiled. “Proceed then. Please, inform me why I shouldn’t have my men rip out all your hearts.”
“Why? So you can eat them?” Alla said and Mirabelle turned on her before the Ambassador could, her eyes flashing in a warning. The girl silenced herself, looking at the Thalmor mage again who didn’t meet her look back and from across the table. Elenwen chuckled.
“My dear rogue dragon. Here I thought you weren’t allowed to speak again,” she purred and Mirabelle turned back on her. She inhaled a bit and prepared her nerves.
“Your Agent Ancano tried to kill us all. His actions led to the death of our previous Arch-Mage, Savos Aren. He sent an assassin to kill my student when she was sent to retrieve something-”
“Yes, the Staff of Magnus,” Elenwen said in a cool voice. “I saw it on the wall.”
“Furthermore, he nearly killed me,” she didn’t stop. “I will not deny what happened to your patrols is a crime but my students were blinded by rage in what your agent started. Your patrols would not have been killed if Ancano did not tamper with the Eye of Magnus-”
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Date: 2014-03-18 07:28 pm (UTC)She thought about it but came right back at her. “None of us were compelled by it like he was and we have a wide array of races here. He acted deliberately to kill us and possibly the realm. His actions set off this course of events.”
“Yes he killed your Arch-Mage… when? A week before your dragon came back with the staff? And then she killed him. In that week my patrols weren’t killed. Only after Ancano was did my patrols fall to her hands as well as to… A Khajiit, Nord, and Dunmer I believe? Oh, and nice touch roping in another Altmer.”
Alla hissed, ready to spar but Mirabelle slapped her hand down stopping her. Elenwen turned, chuckling even more to the point where she covered her mouth and Mirabelle was started to get a headache.
“She came back and thought I was dead,” she said at her. “I am her and the other students mentor. They were not aware I survived until after three of your patrols went down.”
Elenwen’s eyes met her own and there was that cold, dangerous look that made her freeze. “Two people – one dead, another injured – does not excuse murdering eleven members of the Thalmor. I will excuse Ancano and Estormo but there’s still nine deaths that are on you and your college. And right now, you have nothing to offer for that.”
He eyes flicked to Alla and Mirabelle looked to the girl who was still staring at the mage.
“Give me the dragonborn.”
“No,” Mirabelle said immediately as she looked back at her. Elenwen’s lips pressed tight.
“I am giving you a bargain,” she said. “I ask for one life against nine. You will not survive if we attack.”
She kept a still face. “You do not know our ranks and we do not fall to threats. You will not have our student to torture,” she said but now she had to scramble for an option. She pulled out one card she had that Tolfdir had expressed a few nights back in privacy. “We will allow your mages to stay here. Ancano is allowed to be replaced.”
Elenwen laughed. “Do you not think we weren’t already going to do that?”
She grit her teeth. “You could have but we would not grant them immunity if you did. The Stormcloaks run this Hold and we have no control over them. If your mages disappeared we would not be responsible and you know you cannot pin that on us,” she said in a cold voice to match her own. The Ambassador stared at her.
“So now you threaten us with our mages dying.”
“I am just telling you what will happen. You have no friends in Winterhold due to the Stormcloak leadership. You may leave mages here which we will protect. Nine of them to cover your nine dead soldiers.”
She scoffed. “I am not leaving nine men here to do the job one did. I have one mage and four soldiers to protect him. They are to be left here whether you agree to it or not.”
“That leaves five of your patrol taken care of,” she cut in. “We will protect those five and whether you want to admit it or not, our protection is what they need. That leaves four left.”
“So you believe the dragonborn is worth only four lives as opposed to nine?” she cut right back and Mirabelle furrowed her brows.
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Date: 2014-03-18 07:30 pm (UTC)“You claim this to be a negotiation but it really sounds like you wish the Thalmor to bend to your silly rules. We are being reasonable. An eye for an eye, as they say except you are getting a better deal as I do not request for all four of your students executed publicly for what they’ve done. I merely am asking for one who deserves punishment,” she looked to the Imperial with a cold look and Alla shifted beside her.
“So, Mirabelle Ervine, you have a choice. I will let five of my dead be redeemed by having five soldiers stay here and this time, they will be allowed full access to everything the college asks without your blocking. Don’t think Ancano never mentioned that in his reports. And you hand over the dragonborn for the other four,” she began. “Or I kill all four of your apprentices, imprison your five professors and the Thalmor run the college and we deal with the Stormcloaks which… aren’t that much of a threat to begin with.”
Mirabelle stared at her wanting to shout a resounding ‘no’ but the threat of killing four apprentices and her staff frightened her more than she realized. She thought quickly; there had to be something to offer for four of the soldiers as she refused to agree to such terms when Alla spoke out of line.
“If you take me you do know I will kill more than a patrol this time. All your men will fall with you as soon as we get out of Winterhold.”
Elenwen’s eyes moved to her. “The last time I checked, you bleed like a mortal dragonborn not like your scaly brothers. I brought thirty men with me. You think you can take them all along with me?”
“You Thalmor are weak. Those patrols were easier to cut through than a sweet roll. I’m sure I could give you all a quick death before you even know what is happening.”
“Alla, be quiet!” Mirabelle snapped as she kept trying to think. This damned girl, she had half a mind to send her out but with how she was acting she worried more would be added to the body count. Elenwen looked back at her, waiting.
“What is your choice, Arch-Mage? Give me your mouthy student or have your college disintegrate on account of her?”
She pursed her lips tight. “You have to do better than issue your agents here and then ask for a sacrifice.”
“That’s the best you’re going to get,” the Ambassador said when the Thalmor mage next to her shifted then leaned down. He said something quietly which made her face slowly fall and she turned to stare at him. He merely leaned over more, whispering quickly and he leaned up returning to his position of standing silent. The Ambassador didn’t look to any of them as she mulled over whatever had been said to her.
Mirabelle waited, glancing over at Alla but she was stiff and silent for once. She sighed internally and went to watching the Ambassador who was taking her time. She reached up, clicking her nails together and the Thalmor mage leaned down as she said something to him. He whispered in her ear and Mirabelle found herself growing impatient, her stress affecting her nerves.
“Are we going to discuss the rest of this meeting in hushed tones?” she asked and Elenwen looked to her with hard eyes, how the gold in them could make her feel so cold she didn’t know but it made her stiffen. The Ambassador pursed her lips.
“Trust me, this discussion is to your benefit, not mine,” she said annoyed and Mirabelle stared. She finally relented. “I won’t take your precious little dragon but in exchange I want the Staff of Magnus,” she said simply. “And I get to speak to the dragonborn for as long as I want. Alone.”
Mirabelle stared and she looked to the Thalmor Mage who didn’t look at any of them. She found her eyes moving to the Staff and a sudden sense of dread filling her. Before she could properly think it over, her voice spoke, shaking as it did.
“Deal.”
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Date: 2014-03-18 07:32 pm (UTC)She didn’t reply and the large doors behind them slammed making her flinch. She turned on the Thalmor mage who still remained standing, his eyes however on the staff. “What did you say to her?”
He looked down, his eyes unlike Ancano’s or Elenwen’s. They were gold but with his features so young he didn’t look intimidating or cold. He looked more curious which put her off a bit more as she didn’t know if that was better. He cleared his throat a bit.
“I merely reminded our Lady of other priorities,” he said in a typical cryptic Thalmor tone. “The Staff is a better switch in the long run than revenge on a girl.”
She frowned but said nothing. She looked worried to the door but the mage stepped forward causing her attention to go back to him. “I am Ancarion, Arch-Mage. I will be the Agent deployed to the college with my soldiers. I assume since you said yes that you know I am to have your full cooperation.”
She stared at him and she found herself having to ask. “How old are you?”
He blinked, a small flush covering his cheeks but he recovered fast. “Not as young as you assume.”
She sighed and took one last look to the door leading up to the roof before relenting. “Apologies. You will have my full cooperation but there are some ground rules that need to be put in place,” she said and he continued staring at her but was silent. “You are not to interfere with my student’s experiments, nor the staff’s or their lectures. We will give you rooms but in no way are we going to feed, clothe, or treat you as if you are Noblemen and we your servants.”
“Fine,” he said. “But I am allowed all access to every part of the college and if I have questions they are expected to be answered, not dodged as Ancano was treated.”
She sighed. “Fine.”
He seemed to relax a bit. “One last thing.”
“What?”
He seemed to flush a bit. “Where is the library?”
She pointed to the door that led to it and he seemed to note it but remained in place. She found herself awkwardly waiting too, not wanting to stray far as her student was above them with one of the most powerful women in Tamriel. It worried her more than she realized and she couldn’t believe she just easily agreed to such a thing. Perhaps she wouldn’t punish her as severely as being alone with the Ambassador was bad enough.
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She was slammed against the door, Elenwen’s nails digging into her neck and she hissed.
“You’re lucky my Agent got you off the hook, otherwise I would be tearing your eyes out.”
She let out a sarcastic laugh. “Skipping the foreplay, Elenwen? I knew you wanted me just didn’t know it was that bad.”
She was slapped but she could have seen that coming. Elenwen was furious and she was right back at her. She had no idea why the woman set off something within her. She reached up and dug her nails into her wrist, trying to breathe a bit. She didn’t let her.
“I suppose you think you’ve won. You get off killing my patrols and I in turn lose an Agent and four soldiers to this… frozen dump and get some petty staff,” she snapped. “Tell me why I shouldn’t throw you off this roof.”
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Date: 2014-03-18 07:34 pm (UTC)“Not without damaging some things.”
“Like your pride?” she smirked and she was slammed against the door again, her vision shaking. She really hated how the Thalmor really loved doing that to her. She was choked again almost to the point of her passing out and finally Elenwen let go, her body collapsing on the ground as she paced trying to compose herself.
“I’m getting tired of our meet-ups, dragon,” she said as her robes were whipped in the wind. Alla looked up, checking out her legs before she coughed and stood rubbing her throat. “You destroy my Embassy, kill my torturer, kill my patrols, and get one of my best Agents murdered-”
“Ondolemar wasn’t my fault!” she shouted at her. “How was I to know that as soon as they got word in Markarth, he would be executed? I didn’t want that and you know it!”
“Regardless, dragon! You then kill Estormo, kill Ancano, and three more of my patrols! Not to mention your little thing at Northwatch in which you released a prisoner-”
“-Who was unfairly imprisoned!”
“And now you’re diverting my men away from their tasks! If you think you can continue on your path of destruction I am here to remind you it will come to an end and you won’t be able to squirm out of it forever.”
She said nothing for a moment. “Looks like I did this time.”
She turned and advanced on her again, her blonde hair blowing over her face as the wind picked up, the hem of her robes lifting off the ground giving her the look of a wispmother and she was just as angry as one. She was on her before she could act. “Every soldier, every mage, every wizard, ally and animal I can rouse up I will send after you. The minute you step foot off this blasted college, I will kill you.”
She gave her a look. “What do you want, Elenwen?”
The Ambassador stared down at her in annoyance. “I want the mask of the dragon priest you got in Labyrinthian. And the one from Forelhost.”
“You mean the one I got for your undercover Agent?” she said and her eyes flashed.
“And you are to go to a wretched little island called Solstheim. There is a boat from Windhelm that goes there. You will fetch a mineral called Stalhrim and bring that back. As much as you can,” she continued.
“All so you won’t kill me? Seems like a pretty poor bargain considering I have the power to call upon a dragon and can shout you to death,” she pointed out and Elenwen scoffed.
“Please. Don’t try and act like you’re that child, Ulfric. You have a poor aim and you run to go hide when you’re losing health and magic so you can drink down potions. Against my men, you would be dead,” she cut in and she had to silence herself over it. She really had no witty retort to that.
They stared at each other in a deadlock, the Ambassador’s presence heavy against her but she wouldn’t back down. She pressed her tongue against her cheek, hating this deal. She didn’t want to go to wherever the hell she mentioned and she found herself forming a deal despite feeling she shouldn’t.
“No Stalhrim. But I’ll bring you all the Dragon Priest masks. Not like I use them.”
Elenwen said nothing but her shoulders did stop tensing so much. Alla gave her a haughty smile. “Bring them all to me. The Wooden Mask included and whatever that damned thing is supposed to unlock.”
She stared at her. “Unlock what?”
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