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A simple day of studying, in a simple room, wearing simple clothing residing in a simple town. Avadeis was a studying Telvanni mage, specializing in Destruction and Conjuration, living within one of the root houses on the isle of his Houses council seat, Sadith Mora. Well, simple to a dunmer in Sadith Mora anyway. One day while conjuring a simple ghost from his ancestors he made the mistake of twitching his pinky. A twitch of a pinky to a warrior holding a sword is nothing, to an archer a miss but to a mage… That changes everything.
Within seconds he was on the ground, head spinning hearing a laughter he both feared yet found hilarious. “What’s going on?” Avadeis meekly said. He was greeted with a rush of words, he could barely keep up with, as if everything thing he had ever heard being spoken by one voice in one moment. “So much to learn, so little time.” He could barely hear it, the voice sounded male but with the hiss of its voice he couldn’t be certain.
“Who are you or were you?” Now recomposed, Avadeis stood confident and resolute as he was instructed to with ethereal or unknown beings. He was greeted with silence. He shrugged it off, assuming it was only his mind playing tricks on him.
Ever since that day, when his summoning went awry, the odd voice would whisper random tidbits. Sometimes helpful other times… Not so much. Ranging from assisting him in understanding the fundementals of spells to setting his mentors house on fire... Seven times. Finally, he sought help from his fellow retainers but most of which never studied restoration or mysticism to such a level. He eventually tracked down a healer with the Tribunal within the council chambers who had experience with spirits, ghosts, and deadra.
“Whatever you summoned will not leave until it is satisfied, my magic can’t help you. I have heard of a tome that may help… Implements and Consequences of Summoning. The only one I know of is in the Arcane University… Good luck getting in though.” With this task, this impossible task, he set out. A Telvanni retainer in the Mages Guild spawning pit? If the deadra were watching they must have been nauseous with laughter. Getting to the Imperial City from Sadith Mora is one thing, but getting into one of the most heavily guarded areas in all of Tamerial was something entirely different. Magic locks, powerful wizards, menacing guards and not to mention the fact they all hate Telvanni, that wasn’t going to help any. So began his journey.
Twelve months out of Morrowind and he had begun fearing insanity in the land of Imperials. Compared with his home town of Sadith Mora, what in his mind was absolute beauty, Cyrodiil was a drab, droll and all around unpleasant place. The air was thick and moist, the lush vegetation seemed to claw at his every step. The peopple who he was forced to speak with due to services required, bar tender, ferryman, merchants, all spoke in the same annoyingly cheery manner. Hearing them made him pine for the hissing noise of the voice he kept hearing. But the singing birds with their constant chirping and colorful flowers and weeds and the smells and odors!
“If I see one more pink flower, I’m done for. Flowers, birds, the way people here talk, all of them seem to exist only to annoy!”
Looking at his hideous surroundings made him recollect his home. How the reflections of the moon would dance upon the water as it gently brook upon his island home. The subtle hues of the root houses and the simple smell of dry air. Simple, just the way he preferred it. Dusty, gray and barren, simple things that he could count on to be predictable. To a mage, who’s realm is unpredictable, having something that you can expect to always be is reassuring.
“Now, now my young friend, it’s time you found out what makes this ugly yet dazzling world so… Interesting.” Upon a road bound for the Imperial City the young, Telvanni Mage hears whispers prattle within his head. The mage stopped for a moment atop a large hill outside of Cheydinhal. He could see the road stretched out, how it playfully bent and weaved through trees and hills all the way to the various cities, with the Imperial City straight ahead and Cheydinhal behind him. It was full of green, full of life, full of color and he hated every last bit. “It’s a beautiful view.” The voice whispered again, barely within the range of hearing.
“Deadra damn whatever crept into my head… This book better have answers or I'll be forced to rip my own head off." He sighed and continued to speak aloud. "Just a few more days and I’ll be in the Imperial City and then… then…” He stretched out his wry arm and scratched his chin. “Guess I’ll have to find a way in after that… I don’t think a simple knock and greeting will work. Hi, I'm a Telvanni Mage, could I borrow a book from you guys?” he chuckled, smiled wide, a grimace he hadn't used for a long time.
Upon arriving in the cesspool of the city, he soon found a dark tavern, where in every story he had read about adventures, was a good place to start looking for… anything helpful. The King and Queen Tavern, it was dark and dreary, a pleasant change but still not dry enough. “Well let's see what we have here…” He whispered as he entered into the tavern, waiting for his eyes to adjust as he found a chair and table and sat, watching.
