As the guildmaster waved his hand, my carefully crafted illusion shattered into nothingness, revealing my true elven form. A sudden rush of fear and anxiety surged through me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
My heart pounded furiously in my chest as I waited for his reaction. Would he be able to see through my disguise and realize that I was a Falmer? The guildmaster's intense gaze bore into me, seeming to pierce through to my very soul. I couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that gripped me tightly, and it seemed like if he did know what I was he wasn't commenting on it.
When the guildmaster greeted us with a mixture of formality and warmth, I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me. His acceptance and acknowledgment of our dedication to the guild eased some of my anxiety, though I remained on edge, acutely aware of my exposed identity.
"So I take it you have some kind of plan?" Alawion commanded as she looked at the guild leader.
"Indeed, So far a total of 5 mages have come forwarded, and created a team to deal with them. So any in response I have handed out the spell Sun fire to them." Pulling back and reaching into his desk as he placed to identical books on his desk and pushed them towards us.
"Learn them as quickly as you can" motioning for us to take one each. Sun Fire casts a projectile of light similar to that of Firebolt which damages undead. "This spell was created by a group known as the dawngaurd. They have experience dealing with undead and were willing to sell us a few copies." He added as he rose from his desk, he was just a head taller then Alawion.
"Guild master, Would you have any enchantments for sale?" With the soul gems I had perhaps having a few weapons with the fire aspect on them would be useful. With a nod of his head Frerelie appeared with a surprised look on her face.
"Ellehish, Awalion " she greeted us. She looked less tired then the last time I had seen her. " Frerelie, I trust you are well" Alawion smiled as she greeted her back.
"Frerelie Would you be so kind as to teach young Ellehish the basic of Enchanting. As she will be joining your team in dealing with the Necromancers. I'd advise to recruit more members to boost your chances of success." And with those words he waved us off. Sighing as I reapplied my illusion magic on my ears as we all made our way out of his office.
As Frerelie led us through the intricacies of enchanting, her expertise shone through her patient guidance. Disenchanting the fire dagger revealed the underlying magical properties, and I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate weave of arcane energy.Frerelie's explanations were thorough yet accessible, and I soaked up the knowledge like a sponge. With each step of the enchanting process, I felt a growing sense of confidence in my abilities. Now I wouldn't be a expert on adding elemental damage on a weapon if anything it would be a light warmth at best but with practice it would become far more dangerous and useful down the line.
With the meeting concluded, Awalion and I ventured through the crowded streets, the sounds of the city enveloped us, the hustle and bustle of city life. As Awalion rode beside me, I wanted to know just who the other members of the mages team would be? And I wanted to have at least a few members of the Fighters guild to join us as well.
"So, Ellehish," Awalion began, her voice cutting through the din of the city. "What do you make of the guildmaster's reaction back there?"
I glanced at her, a flicker of uncertainty crossing my features. "It was... unexpected," I admitted, my voice tinged with unease. "I didn't anticipate him seeing through my illusion so easily."
Awalion nodded in understanding, her expression thoughtful. "I did warn you that those of higher magical practice would be able to notice" she remarked, her tone serious. "And the Necromancers wouldn't be any differentas well, so tgis brings up the question" she said looking at me, "Are you a Falmer?"
Her words seem like more of a statement then a question "You're right," I agreed, if i couldnt trust her who could I. "I am am indeed one. Though not one of these forsaken ones. Im far older then even this city, well no probably around a few hundred years younger."
These words seems to cause her to become silent. It didn't seem like she was anger or upset but more like she was lost in thought. "How?"
"Magic" it was the trust and I honestly didn't know how else to explain it as I myself didn't understand.
"Hmmm what generation are you from?" She asked this time more interested. " I'm a third Generation." Well that's what Aruzhan had told me when we had spoken during my sleep. And so we spoke silently as we walked. About my past and I shared what little I remembered.
As we walked through the busy city streets, the conversation between me and Awalion shifted to our next course of action. I know probably only a few memebers of the Fighters Guild would be willing to join us. Awalion strategized our approach, taking into account the safety of all those involved, including ourselves and the innocent citizens of the Imperial City. Although I didn't particularly care for the humans beyond Arnovia. I knew that allowing the land to be overrun with undead would be disastrous for all living creatures, and would fuck with my plans down the line. Aruzhan was one person with a interesting plan for the future.
As we neared our destination, the grandeur of the Fighters Guild came into view, a though came to mind as I came closer, I should really practice my spear and sword work. So that if I ever were to run low on magic I would have a back up plan.
As we approached the familiar entrance of the Fighters Guild, the bustling energy of the guildhall beckoned us inside. The familiar sights and sounds greeted us as we stepped through the door, the clang of metal against metal and the hearty laughter of comrades filling the air.
Many of the guild members turned their heads as we entered, their expressions shifting from curiosity to recognition as they spotted us. I could see nods of acknowledgment and friendly smiles from those who knew us while some of those annoying Nords looked at us with disapproval. There stupid belief about not trusting magic. Oh god, that annoying fucking bard was here today as well.
"By the grace of Talos your as beautiful as ever." He started, his voice gruff and grading on my ears as I shot him a dirty look. "Don't have time for you, Ironside." I said walking past him.
Awalion and I made our way through the bustling hall, weaving through clusters of fighters engaged in various activities. Some sparred in the training area, their swords clashing in a symphony of steel, while others lounged in the common area, swapping stories and sharing hearty meals.
Spotting a familiar face among the crowd, I approached one of the senior members of the guild, a seasoned orc warrior with a grizzled beard and a stern yet friendly demeanor.
"Grommash," I greeted him with a respectful nod, a sense of familiarity washing over me. "It's good to see you again."
Grommash returned the nod, his expression softening into a smile. "Awalion, Ellehish," he greeted us warmly, his voice rumbling with warmth. "What brings you to the guild today?"
I exchanged a glance with Awalion, silently conveying our purpose. "We're here to discuss a matter of utmost importance," Awalion explained, her voice serious. "We're assembling a team to deal with a Necromancer threat, and we could use the fighters guild's assistance."
Grommash's brows furrowed with concern, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed our words. "Necromancers, you say?" he mused, a hint of steel entering his voice. "A dangerous foe indeed. But you can count on me"
I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Grommash's support. "Thank you," I said sincerely, my gratitude evident in my tone. "We'll need all the help we can get."
Grommash nodded in understanding, his gaze steely with determination. "Consider it done," he declared, his voice ringing with authority. "I'll rally those with a hate for Necromancers and make sure we're ready to join the fight. When do we leave?" He asked as his hands touch the top of his maxe.
"Tomorrow, it should given everyone time to gather their things." I said as I eyed the amount of gold I had in the corner of my eye.
"Everyone?" He asked his voice curious.
"Yes, there will be members of the mages guild joining us as well." Awalion added.
"Good, let's hope some of them know how to use Restoration." He said in a calm voice. Thankfully he was one of those that saw the value of magic. And sadly one of the many that couldn't use magic.
"Though it won't be many of us" this time I was the one confused and he noticed. "Many of us are dealing with Daedra currently. Helping many of the city's protect themselves from the oblivion gates." Ah Okay, yeah that made more sense.
Grommash's explanation shed light on the Fighters Guild's current endeavors, and I nodded in understanding. It made sense that their focus would be divided, especially with the ongoing threat of Daedric incursions. Despite the challenges ahead, I was relieved to have Grommash and his fellow fighters by our side.
"Understood," I replied, my voice filled with determination. "We'll make do with the forces we have. The Necromancers won't know what hit them."
Grommash grinned, a fierce glint in his eyes. "That's the spirit," he said, his tone brimming with confidence. "We'll show those foul necromancers."
With our alliance forged and our plans set in motion, Awalion and I made our farewells to Grommash and the other members of the Fighters Guild. As we stepped out into the bustling streets of the Imperial City once more, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me.
"We've got quite the team assembled," Awalion remarked, her voice tinged with satisfaction as we made our way back to our lodgings. "With the mages and fighters guild behind us, we stand a good chance of putting an end to the Necromancer threat."
I nodded in agreement, a sense of confidence swelling within me. "Indeed," I agreed, a flicker of excitement igniting in my chest. "Tomorrow, we'll face the Necromancers head-on."
As we reached our lodgings for the night, I couldn't help but feel a surge of tiredness.