Born to Walk the Planes
Chapter 1
Tomus the Dragonborn was getting old; his full beard was starting to show signs of grey. He'd had a full and long life though; he'd fought in a war against the Imperials, saved two worlds from Alduin and slain countless monsters, bandits and was generally a hero. He'd risen to the position of the Arch-Mage at the College of Winterhold. His quarters were large and sumptuous; there was even a magical garden which grew all kinds of alchemical ingredients all in the one place. His wife Ingun was still at their house in Solitude, since he was technically working, and it was a full-time job, keeping the College together after the huge scandal concerning Ancano and the Eye of Magnus many years back, people still held grudges or a long time in Skyrim. Recently though, he was feeling nostalgic about the whole incident and was looking for-
"Here are the books on the Psijic Order you asked for, Arch-Mage." Said the College's orcish librarian Urag gro-Shub
"Thank you Urag, just put them on the table." Replied Tomus, stroking his beard
"You know it's late, why don't you get some rest. I know that getting some rest always helps me solve difficult problems."
"I appreciate your concern, but I know that sleep isn't going to help me."
"Well alright then. I can always get some warm milk sent up if you need it."
"No thank you, that will be all."
"For the record, I like having you as Arch-Mage; you know how to treat books with respect. Not something I'd expect from a Nord."
Urag exited the room, leaving Tomus alone with his thoughts. He knew that the Psijic Order would seek out those they needed when they needed them, and that last time he saw them they said he wasn't ready for the Eye's power, but that was several years ago now, surely he was ready at this age? Tomus was trying to seek them out to ask them and hopefully to learn of other worlds besides the ones he had already visited, including Alagaësia, where dragons had four legs and could speak, and the Overworld, where everything was made of cubes, even the people. Though each of them had their similarities to Tamriel, there were still major changes in each. And Tomus wanted to be prepared for any more that he might encounter. He began to casually flip through the books until something popped out at him. When he reached his third of fourth tome, he saw a couple of things that made reference to a temporary headquarters for the Order, near the edge of Skyrim, up near the mountains near Markarth.
"Excellent," Tomus marked his place "I'll have a closer look tomorrow." Tomus yawned and crawled into bed, wishing he was back in Solitude. Although the College was magically heated he still missed the comforting warmth of his wife beside him.
When Tomus woke, he looked at the tomes with renewed vigour, locating the location of the headquarters within the mountains. Once he'd checked it with the other books and found it was correct, he packed and was set to leave, his gear and provisions already prepared. He went down to the student's quarters and waited outside J'zargo's quarters. J'zargo had been chosen for his knowledge of the land to accompany Tomus on this expedition. He was also going to take his Housecarl Lydia with him because she went with him wherever he went, especially nowadays as he was getting old and was not as strong as he used to be.