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[altmerdovahkiin]

Sighing but seemingly resolved to do as suggested, she quietly asked Solas to follow her. Not too far from the camp where the rest of the party was sat a bandit hideout. They weren't holed up in a cave but several archers and heavily armored men could be seen.

Tanya knelt behind a bush and silently put a finger to her lips, requesting Solas to be quiet. She held up her hands and curled her fingers, dark purple and black orbs appearing in each of her hands. She took aim in the camp and let the spells fly in the center of the group of the unsuspecting bandits.

"I SMELL WEAKNESS!"

Two dremora lords appeared. They were heavily armored and each wielded a wicked looking greatsword. Their red painted faces twisted in vicious snarls. One of them took aim and cleaved an archer in half with a single blow. The remains of the fallen enemy burst into flames for each sword had a powerful fire enchantment.

The bandit camp devolved into chaos, the summoned Dremora attacking with no regard for their own safety. If they lost track of an opponent they'd hunt him down single-mindedly before shouting, "THERE YOU ARE, WEAKLING!"

Any time one of them was slain, disappearing in a crackle of purple lightning, Tanya simply sent another into battle. They were sturdy, giving her ample time to regenerate her magicka before she had to summon another. Eventually all the bandits lay dead within a matter of minutes.

"No match at all..." the dremora growled, sheathing their swords and jogging their way up to Solas and Tanya's hiding place. She rose to her feet as they stood before her, silently waiting for another fight.

"My specialty is Conjuration magic, specifically the summoning of creatures from Oblivion. It's the most distrusted magic in Tamriel. My main reason for hesitation is because I have so many people relying on my. In Tamriel I worked more or less alone, a single companion with me at any given time, if that." She then turned to focus on Solas. "You can ask them questions if you want, but they'll only be here for another few minutes before the spell fades and they'll return to Oblivion."

@altmerdovahkiin​ sent:  Tanya sighed. “I could do so much more to help. These fights would be over swifter and I could save more lives but everyone freaks out if I cast minor spells that simply summon a blade to my hand. My real specialty would probably have even our allies calling for my head.” She looked at Solas, seemingly at a loss. “At what point do I not do everything I can for the sake of keeping our allies and companions comfortable?” (AltmerDovahkiin)

  ~   “ And what is your real specialty? ” he asked with raised brow. “ But regardless…if you wish to use the full extent of your magical abilities, you must care little for what others think. ” Normally he would advise caution, but with the war, Templars were doing little in the way of policing mages. Tanya ( and other apostates like him ) could practice magic safely for the most part under the protection of the Inquisition. ~

   ~  “ All magic, even the most benign, is feared here; and there are some that will never be comfortable with your abilities. You cannot control others’ reactions, so there is no sense is limiting yourself for their comforts. ” ~

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Tanya was just grateful that none of the jars held anything too important or dangerous. They could easily be replaced. She’d hate for a daedra heart or wisp wrapping to be damaged. Those were expensive and extremely difficult to come by. Since she became arch-mage she had made several upgrades to her quarters. She’d added a long table and several chairs for staff meetings, along with several more magical tools. Towards the doors that led down to the library and Hall, she had added a small greenhouse with magical orbs acting as suns. She’d also been improving the rest of the college but that wasn’t too important now.

She kept her sword pointed at the strange elf. He looked so similar to a human. For a brief moment she thought he was a Snow Elf but he didn’t quite have the features for it. Half mer perhaps? Well, whatever he was, she didn’t let her guard down. She’d yet to see if this being was a threat to the college. Most things that came from Daedric Artifacts were but she had always been curious. She could afford to listen to this person. If he proved to be a threat, she’d to what it took to protect the college, students and her colleagues.

“I don’t know how you came here. The artifact I interacted with is not supposed to release anyone or anything into this plane.” A conjuration spell glowed in her hand. She was ready to summon a Dremora in case things got ugly. “What Plane of Oblivion are you from?” She asked, towering over the stranger.

.     A flash of green light was all it took to turn his solar into a blue-washed stone room. Slashes of pain dig into his palms as he skids over the flatstones and crashes hard into a wooden bookshelf, sending its tomes and clay ingredient containers crashing to the floor. Solas cries out involuntarily, “Fenedhis!”

.     Wildly he looks about, and catches sight of the woman who had apparently summoned him, if such a thing was possible. She looked like no elf he had ever seen– indeed, it was only by her pointed ears that he could even distinguish what she was. Large-eyed, gold-skinned. A creature unlike an elf, but an elf nonetheless. He tries to get his head straight as he looks around the woman’s quarters. 

.     “What… uh,” For once in his life, he’s at a loss for words, “What have you done?”

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Tanya let out a loud and rather embarrassing yelp when the Black Book she had opened started glowing with a blindingly bright, green light. She dropped the book, the massive piece of literature remaining open as it hit the stone floor of her quarters above the Arcaneum.

Reflexively she stepped back and pulled Dawnbreaker from her hip. She pointed it at the Book, worried that a Lurker or some other beast from Apocrypha would come from the Book. There was a final flash and a man appeared a few feet above the Book. The artifact slammed itself shut and the stranger crashed to the ground with a loud thud. Amber eyes narrowed as her guard remained up. It could be some bizarre form of Daedra.

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Tanya smirked at Solas before continuing on. Namira was no spirit or demon, a Daedric Prince did as they wished. Deals often happened, but whoever said a Prince had to play fair? “He couldn’t understand why a being so powerful had allowed mere mortals to threaten her existence. Surely if Namira wanted she could’ve turned her bullies to dust. Still, Wheedle begged Namira to take him on as her apprentice. Namira was impassive and shambled away, for she needed no such apprentice.” Tanya wove an image of Wheedle pleading with Prince whose form was still that of a beggar, whom completely ignored the elf as she walked on.

“Wheedle was undeterred and followed Namira for thirty-three days and nights, pleading the entire time to the stoic Daedric Lord to take him on as her apprentice. After a month of incessant begging Wheedle’s voice was gone and all he could do was kneel before Namira, hands raised in painful silent appeal. Wheedle’s suffering moved the wretched god, and Namira finally relented.” Wheedle was shown kneeling in the mud, fine clothes tattered and filthy as much as Namira’s, looking up at the god with pleading eyes. Once again, Tanya put on a wheezing, wispy voice when she spoke as Namira.

“��It would seem you have completed your apprenticeship to me after all,’ Namira declared. ‘I shall grant your request. I grant you the power of disease. You may choose to be afflicted by any disease you choose, changing them at will, so long as it has visible symptoms. However, you must always bear at least one. I grant the power of pity. You may evoke pity in anyone that sees you. Finally I grant you the power of disregard. You may cause others to disregard to your presence.’” The image of Namira smirked cruelly down at Wheedle who looked up at the god with shock and dread.

“Wheedle was crushed, for these were far from the blessings envisioned when he had begged and pleaded to be taken under the wing of the Daedric Prince. They were curses! Each one more repulsive than the last, and to be burdened with all three was a fate too horrible to conceive.”

<I’m in a spooky mood> Tanya gazed into the fire they had created in their camp. They were in the Emerald Graves and she’d recently heard about a supposedly haunted mansion. It got her thinking about her own tales of horror. She looked over at Solas, golden features appearing even sharper in the fire light. “Solas, would you like to hear a scary story from Tamriel?” She asked. She then smirked. “If you think you can handle it.” (AltmerDovahkiin)

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  ~   Solas raised a brow, glancing at Tanya through the glow of the campfire. “ I believe I am a bit old to be frightened by a campfire tale, ” he remarked with a slight smirk. “ But do continue -- I am interested to hear it. ” ~

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Tanya smiled. “Alright. You’ve expressed interest in the many gods of Tamriel, so how about I share the tales surrounding a Daedric Prince?” She got situated and used her magic to conjure images in the smoke of the fire. Simple tricks in the illusion branch of magic, often used for entertaining children but were sure to suit her purposes for a story far more adult. She conjured the image of a young elven man, bronze skinned and eyes glinting with ambition. With that, she began her tale.

“Wheedle was the thirteenth child of The King in Valenwood. Being so far down the progression of heirs, Wheedle’s chances of inheriting wealth, land or a crown was painfully small. Wheedle knew that the fortune and power he sought would never be found unless he did something to hasten his fortune. Wheedle left the lands of the king and traveled through many villages and forests roads seeking prosperity. One day he came across a beggar wrapped in filthy rags who was on the verge of being slain by three townsman. With an angry battle cry Wheedle charged the townsmen who were armed with only simple farming tools. Wheedle wore armor and wielded a fine sword. And the townsmen fled knowing they were no match for the intimidating figure.”

Tanya waved a hand and created the image of the elven man chasing off some simple people with his sword, standing in defense of a woman huddled in to try and shield herself.

“The ragged beggar offered her thanks which Wheedle accepted even though the rotten smell wafting from the figure was almost too much to bear. When he asked her name, the beggar responded simply,”

“‘I am Namira.’” Tanya spoke in a wispy voice. “Raised as the child of the king Wheedle knew the name, and understood the situation immediately. The wretch who stood there was the Daedric Prince of decay and revulsion. To the simple townsfolk the stinking rag wrapped figure was but a common beggar. But to Wheedle? Namira represented only one thing... opportunity.”

<I’m in a spooky mood> Tanya gazed into the fire they had created in their camp. They were in the Emerald Graves and she’d recently heard about a supposedly haunted mansion. It got her thinking about her own tales of horror. She looked over at Solas, golden features appearing even sharper in the fire light. “Solas, would you like to hear a scary story from Tamriel?” She asked. She then smirked. “If you think you can handle it.” (AltmerDovahkiin)

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  ~   Solas raised a brow, glancing at Tanya through the glow of the campfire. “ I believe I am a bit old to be frightened by a campfire tale, ” he remarked with a slight smirk. “ But do continue -- I am interested to hear it. ” ~

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Tanya had bowed her head respectfully in greeting when Mythal spoke to her. "Thank you for taking the time out of your schedule to speak to me." The Altmer said, lowering her hood so the woman could see her unique features.

"I was tossed through a portal by one of my own gods, for his own amusement. I'm sure he finds all of this to be hysterical." She shook her head. "But I can get back to that later."

She folded her hands in front of her. "I'd like to ask you questions about your world. I've asked your servant Solas and even his servants. I'd like to hear you now."

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 ~    As he escorted Tanya to Mythal’s chambers, part of Solas wondered if this was a good idea. Half the things the Altmer had said about the Evanuris would’ve had her arrested had she been in the presence of guards – why did he think she would hold her tongue in front of Mythal? Luckily, the All-Mother was the most merciful of the gods. He had quickly declined Tanya’s request to meet with all of the Evanuris, as he had no doubt her attitude would get her executed. Mythal was safe – and, she would perhaps know what to do about the entire new continent he now knew existed. If it was up to someone like Falon’din, he would most likely just order his armies to conquer it. ~

 ~    “ Remember what I told you, ” Solas said as they reached the doors to Mythal’s chambers. “ Bow in Mythal’s presence, and only speak when you are spoken to. And, for the love of the Void, do not criticize the gods in front of her. If you invoke her wrath, there is little I can do to protect you. Are you ready? ” ~

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"I'm home." Tanya said, shakily getting to her feet. She looked around. They were surrounded by snow, but it was so much she knew they were at the northernmost end of the province. She saw the sea not far away and scanned the rest of their horizons, pulling up her hood to combat the cold.

In the distance she saw two hands, holding up a sun and moon. The statue of Azura. "We're in the northern half of the province. We're in Winterhold. If we make it to the town, the Mage's College is there. We may be able to find answers, or at least, it'll be a good place to rest." They were just out of the fight with Corypheus after all.

"We should be careful. Bandits aren't as much of an issue this far north but the animals are the real problem."

Tanya stood by Solas, panting and out of breath. Corypheus was dead, they'd one and the orb lay in shattered fragments on the ground. The Altmer flicked Dawnbreaker to get the excess blood off of her. Before she could even think of what to say to the elven mage there was a flash and a burst of purple smoke.

"You did it, dearie!" A familiar, mad voice cackled as he clapped his hands and did a little jig.

"Oh no...." Tanya said, amber eyes widening in dread.

It was Sheogorath.

The mad God laughed. "So, another would be god is taken out. You should offer your services. Or maybe you should try your hand at it." He then turned his mad gaze to Solas. "You would know all about that, wouldn't you, Fenny?" He burst into another laughing fit.

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“Entertainment, you old elf! What else?!” The mad god shouted. He smirked at Tanya who had finally stepped away from him. “Tanya here has brought so much entertainment for me! Watching this world react to her was a hoot! I just wished you’d used the Wabbajack here! Could’ve caused some real chaos!” Finally, the god turned to Solas with a manic grin.

“I’m bringing her back to Tamriel. I’ve grown bored of having her here. But then I thought to myself, ‘Sheo, you devilishly handsome fellow, what could be more entertaining than bringing a Tamrielic elf to Thedas?’” His smirk grew sinister as he reached out and grabbed Solas in an iron strong grip. “Bringing a Thedas elf to Tamriel. And who better than you, Fenny?” Tanya’s hand was pulled into the God’s grip and suddenly there was a bright flash, followed by Sheogorath’s insane laughter.

Tanya stood by Solas, panting and out of breath. Corypheus was dead, they'd one and the orb lay in shattered fragments on the ground. The Altmer flicked Dawnbreaker to get the excess blood off of her. Before she could even think of what to say to the elven mage there was a flash and a burst of purple smoke.

"You did it, dearie!" A familiar, mad voice cackled as he clapped his hands and did a little jig.

"Oh no...." Tanya said, amber eyes widening in dread.

It was Sheogorath.

The mad God laughed. "So, another would be god is taken out. You should offer your services. Or maybe you should try your hand at it." He then turned his mad gaze to Solas. "You would know all about that, wouldn't you, Fenny?" He burst into another laughing fit.

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"Does she know me!?" Sheogorath yelled, grin wide as he threw an arm around Tanya. It wasn't his arm, rather a severed arm that looped around her waist and pulled her towards the Daedric Prince. "We're the best of friends! She provides me with so much entertainment!"

Tanya looked extremely uncomfortable, not only with the arm around her but also with the mad man so close to her. The mad man gave an exaggerated bow.

"I am Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness and might I just say, you, dearest Fenny Wenny, are just as entertaining as our Altmer friend here." An invisible force pulled Solas towards the god so he could put an arm around the other elf.

"I think keeping you two together is sure to give me much more entertainment!" He laughed. "Maybe, if you entertain me enough, I won't knit a sweater out of your innards!!! Hahahaha!!!" Tanya was getting paler by the second. Corypheaus never made her flinch but she was obviously very scared of this man.

Tanya stood by Solas, panting and out of breath. Corypheus was dead, they'd one and the orb lay in shattered fragments on the ground. The Altmer flicked Dawnbreaker to get the excess blood off of her. Before she could even think of what to say to the elven mage there was a flash and a burst of purple smoke.

"You did it, dearie!" A familiar, mad voice cackled as he clapped his hands and did a little jig.

"Oh no...." Tanya said, amber eyes widening in dread.

It was Sheogorath.

The mad God laughed. "So, another would be god is taken out. You should offer your services. Or maybe you should try your hand at it." He then turned his mad gaze to Solas. "You would know all about that, wouldn't you, Fenny?" He burst into another laughing fit.

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[altmerdovahkiin]

Tanya stood by Solas, panting and out of breath. Corypheus was dead, they'd one and the orb lay in shattered fragments on the ground. The Altmer flicked Dawnbreaker to get the excess blood off of her. Before she could even think of what to say to the elven mage there was a flash and a burst of purple smoke.

"You did it, dearie!" A familiar, mad voice cackled as he clapped his hands and did a little jig.

"Oh no...." Tanya said, amber eyes widening in dread.

It was Sheogorath.

The mad God laughed. "So, another would be god is taken out. You should offer your services. Or maybe you should try your hand at it." He then turned his mad gaze to Solas. "You would know all about that, wouldn't you, Fenny?" He burst into another laughing fit.

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[altmerdovahkiin]

Tanya had her dark hood up to avoid annoying stares but since she towered over everyone that was a moot point. This wouldn't be the first good she had ever met, provided this Mythal even was a god.

"Yes, I know." Tanya said, fingers gently brushing the hilt of Dawnbreaker to reassure herself. It was now or never and Unlike these Elves, she couldn't wait thousands of years for a meeting. "Let's go."

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 ~    As he escorted Tanya to Mythal’s chambers, part of Solas wondered if this was a good idea. Half the things the Altmer had said about the Evanuris would’ve had her arrested had she been in the presence of guards – why did he think she would hold her tongue in front of Mythal? Luckily, the All-Mother was the most merciful of the gods. He had quickly declined Tanya’s request to meet with all of the Evanuris, as he had no doubt her attitude would get her executed. Mythal was safe – and, she would perhaps know what to do about the entire new continent he now knew existed. If it was up to someone like Falon’din, he would most likely just order his armies to conquer it. ~

 ~    “ Remember what I told you, ” Solas said as they reached the doors to Mythal’s chambers. “ Bow in Mythal’s presence, and only speak when you are spoken to. And, for the love of the Void, do not criticize the gods in front of her. If you invoke her wrath, there is little I can do to protect you. Are you ready? ” ~

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Tanya paused for a moment. “Beliefs very greatly and each race has their own widely racticed pantheon but each person’s beliefs and worship are as unique as they are. For example, I’m plenty aware of the Aedric god Stendarr, but I’ll confess I don’t pray to or worship him that often, especially when I’m not praising the Audra as a whole.”

She thought about his question for several moments. “My situation is a... unique one. I am fortunate, or unfortunate, to have been involved in a prophecy. I was specifically chosen by one of the Aedra to be blessed as a chosen one. As such, many of the Daedra seek me out because of my unique abilities and destiny. I’ve done favors for some of them, many I wouldn’t have done normally but when you’re trying to undertake a seemingly impossible task you try not to anger anyone who can possibly help you.”

She took a drink to quench her throat so she could keep talking. “Even so, a great many of a us desire to be in the presence of the Aedra, desired their blessings and favor, but they’ve already given us the largest blessing of all; existence and life. They sacrificed so much of their power so that we may exist.” She chuckled. “I’m far from the most devout or pious person, many beings across all the races can testify to that. However, I do have faith in the gods, but myself as well. I’m responsible for me and I refuse to accept anything else. The Aedra help us as much as they can, but they can’t do everything for us. People are responsible for their own lives and their own choices. That’s what makes life interesting and worthwhile I guess, being self reliant and knowing you’re in control.”

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 ~    The elf stands tall as the prisoner is brought before him, hands clasped behind his back. He seems all too worthy of his prideful name as he regards her with narrowed eyes. She is unlike any Elvhen he has ever seen - gold skin, sharp facial features, and exceptionally tall. Truly, the only thing that identifies her as an elf is her pointed ears. With a wave of his hand, Solas dismissed the guards. He stalks over to the prisoner, a small smirk pulling at his lips. ~ 

  ~   “ The guards tell me you were found hiding in the bushes, ” he begins. “ Hm…you do not have the look of an assassin, nor a spy; in fact, you are unlike anything I have ever seen. ” There’s a purr in his voice as his eyes quite obviously travel over the Altmer’s frame. “ If you tell me what you were doing in the gardens of Mythal’s highest ranking attendant, I may just be merciful…”. ~