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The War of Winterhold
The Eye of Magnus had been removed, a new Archmage had stepped in, the College of Winterhold was returning to normal, well at least normal as far as magical colleges go, but little did they know danger was on the horizon.
The most interesting thing to happen in months had been the promotion of the new Archmage, and his four master wizards.
These masters over the arcane were in an intense rivalry over who would be next to hold the title of Archmage.
"I'm the obvious choice given that I am a High Elf" said Cyraust "we are naturally the best with magic."
Cyraust was short for an Altmer and his hair was slightly darker than most, but he was a High Elf none the less and he would never pass up the chance to shove that down the throats of anyone else in the room.
"Really now?" Rynaz said "That doesn't exactly worry me it wouldn't be the first time I have overcome racial stereotypes and natural abilities."
Rynaz was right, no one thought a Redguard would ever be so good with magic, but here he was. Rynaz was shorter than most Redguards but still very strong, he was also quite light skinned for a Redguard, some would even mistake him for an Imperial, he had trained to be the first Redguard Archmage and he wouldn't let anyone, man or mer, get in his way especially not this High Elf.
"Now you two should just calm down." Reuben said.
Reuben had always been a simple Breton and not one for conflict. He was short and relatively portly, and everyone was surprised at his promotion to Master Wizard.
"Blaze what do you think about all this?" Reuben said.
The Argonian had been silent during the exchange, preferring to keep to himself, but he was about to be dragged into it, as usual.
Throws-the-Flames was his real name, but everyone called him Blaze. He was a blue Argonian and quite tall with a scar on his nose.
In truth he thought their fighting was petty and worthless, but that didn't stop him from voicing his opinion.
"We all know I'm the obvious choice."
The others fell silent because they knew this was true, his magika pool was larger, his spells more potent, and he knew more spells than each of them, he had been the top of their class, he mastered spells very quickly, and he could even copy spells he saw others cast, and sometimes he even made his own.
They abandoned their argument and went to the matters at hand. They were instructed to go visit the jarl.
When they began their walk through town they were greeted by some of the less than friendly local Nords. They hurled insults at the young mages, especially Cyraust because of his Elven race.
"You freaks should get back to your Daedra worship at the college" they yelled, "especially you, dirty elf."
The Altmer looked as though he had enough "Your all just jealous you filthy, inbred savages!" he yelled.
The Nords just stared at him angrily until one picked up a rock and threw it at the elf, it struck him right in the nose.
"Get him!" the Nord yelled.
Rocks came at him and some of the Nords raised their fists.
Cyraust knew he couldn't kill them and cause an incident, so he cast a teleportation spell and got away.
The other mages went back to the college before they got involved in any trouble.
Cyraust had always been proud of his race and didn't ever want to hear it insulted, but the others knew he would return soon enough.
The remaining masters were called to the Archmage's quarters to speak to him.
Barren was a Dark Elf with a mastery over magic, it was astounding how skillful he was.
He literally radiated magical power. He was the obvious choice for Archmage.
"I have called you all here for a special assignment," he said "as you all know we are seeking to branch out across Skyrim and we finally found a location that may be suitable for our needs."
"That is very good news sir, but what is our assignment?" Rynaz asked.
"I need you three to go to this old ruined fort and make sure it does fully suit our needs and make sure no one else occupies it."
"So we're on guard duty?" Reuben asked.
"If you want to be so blunt, yes, yes you are." Barren said.
Then the three set out on their journey, unaware of the troubles that were about to follow.