Isle of Elves

The wind whipped at his blue cloak causing him to pull it tighter around him. The robe stretched down to his shins, from there continued white mage shoes. He was yellow skinned, tall and moved lifelessly across the continent of the Summerset Isle. He was one of the proud and stuck up High Elves. He carried his tall frame across the isles, while he was tall for a human he was a small High Elf in consideration. His name was Nirviidoor Fellderwynn and he was young and stupid. He was born in the isles and when he was young the council of mages found him to be strong in the Arcane arts, more so than the rest of his peers, the rest of the High Elves. He was tooken for training so that one day he could join the ranks of a High Elf mage, or battlemage if fait was to provide that choice for him. He had lived in the Isles his whole life studying the deceptive art of magic, while the Imperials grew close to upsetting the wise council of mages. The wind swirled in circles in an impossibly windy day for the tropical, desert land of the Isles. Nirviidoor had been walking for only a few minutes before the tall towers of Alinor climbed into sight. The sun shone off them in a fragrant of colors, dazzling to the eyes. Alinor having lived here for 17 years had grown accustomed to the sights and sounds of the mer capital Alinor. He lived in a small shack miles away from the city as most learning mages did. He had been ordered to report to the council of mages as they requested his company. When the mages were concerned it was best not to question them. So in a rush Nirviidoor had done his hair, making sure it swayed behind its blackness catching the heat even though there wasn't much this particular day. Nirviidoor mumbled something and the air around him grew noticeably warmer, a basic spell for any mage of a High Elves status. Even though Nirviidoor kept his cloak close, and his hood tight waiting for a new spasm of wind that would cool the air down around him. The walls of Alinor stuck straight up clubbing down any invaders chances of a safe arrival. The city was dazzling to an outlander and many ambassadors had seen its stunning shape, as they attempted to bargain with the proud High Elves. The Imperials believed in their empire a little too strongly Nirviidoor thought, they had no clue to how little the Elves thought of their empire or how fragile and meaningless there alliance meant. If the Elves decided to band up, the Bosmer, Dunmer and Altmer could wipe away the Imperials Empire and once again take human slaves. But life was much more than slavery and Empires, the Elves had been working on finding there lost ancestors for as long as they had lived that was there focus there purpose. The gates remained open in the daytime and at eight the guards closed them with the utterance of a spell only they knew. Nirviidoor advanced threw them easily thinking about what the council could have wanted from him. He was a young wizard and while he was powerful his lack of experience left a wanting. He still had much to do where his training was concerned and that said he had almost no idea what the council could have wanted from him.

Altmer sat in the street talking, about the weather, the Empire and the council of Mages. The streets were always busy, and they were particularly busy this day as Nirviidoor traversed them in silence. The wind had died down considerably in side the city and the walk was almost pleasant. The council chambers stretched up into the sky scraping the white slabs of clouds. The chambers were as white as the rest of the town in order to reflect the light, in a brilliant blaze of colors. The closer Nirviidoor got to the chambers the more and more mages he noticed dressed in the blue robes that Nirviidoor himself wore. In front of the chambers was the Arcane district the school for mages, it was a much larger building but no were as high. It was also white but because of its lack of height the light reflected much more dully off the building. The Arcane district was an assortment of classrooms or studies and magical applications. Alter of Enchantments or Spell-making alters scattered the Arcane district. Benches scattered the courtyard giving professors and instructors the perfect spots to teach there students the finer points of Magicka and all its applications. Nirviidoor continued straight on threw talking to a few other apprentices who he had known since his own training began.

"Nirviidoor," they said "where are you going?"

"The council wants to speak to me," Nirviidoor replied continuing his long walk.

The gate that blocked off the Arcane District from the chambers some how new who to admit entrance to and who not to the gate was wrought iron and rusted. It was as old as the mages some said, and that the first Altmer wizards built it to keep out there Nedic intruders. The gate swung open to let Nirviidoor past and taking a deep breath he continued forward, the first time he had been here was when he was first thought to have acceptable magic abilities. As a child the council had tried him to see if the Magicka that flowed threw every being did so to a greater degree in him. The council tested him; his will his intelligence, strength, speed, and even his endurance. They were looking for a sign that this Altmer was worth the funding and hassle of training and he assumed they found a sign. He dimly remembered his parents they were both Altmer as was very common, to mix blood in Altmer culture is boarding suicidal. He didn't remember there face but he did remember his mom's voice asking him to be strong and to remember them. Nirviidoor thought he failed, he had no recollection of his parents and the council forbids anyone to tell them, but when he finished his training he promised he would find them, alive or dead.

The hallways were red and plush, with long stretching carpets and paintings that showed the true culture and appreciations of art that the Altmer people held. He followed the hallways until he reached a wooden floored circular room enclosed by a desk. An Altmer woman sat behind it, she was much older than Nirviidoor and she had great lengths of bags and wrinkles under her eyes.

"Nirviidoor?" she asked eying the young mage before her.

He shook his head "The council is waiting threw the door," she said.

Nirviidoor pushed open the wooden door and stepped threw. He was surrounded by mages on all sides of all ages. Some were very old on the point of dyeing while the youngest were 20-30 years older than Nirviidoor. While their ages were very different they were all Altmer as was custom. The council had always been compromised of Altmer mages, the most respected. At no time did the number of council members grow above 70. The council operated separate of there mages guild brothers in Cyrodiil and other parts of Tamriel. It had been this way since the invention of there guild as they were the first and would probably be the last. They were the true mages of times passed and the greatest masters of Magicka and the arcane arts of all of Cyrodiil. The other races feared them and there magical capabilities waiting for the time when they thought there mages weakest. There foot soldiers however, left something to want as they were not the most gifted warriors, but in combination with there fierce mages, beside the Imperials and Redguards they were the most feared in Tamriel.

"Nirviidoor" a mage said from some where far off in to the room "I assume you do not know why we have called you here?"

"No sir," Nirviidoor squeaked.

"It is quite simple son, the Imperials have been putting much pressure on us these last few years to allow them passage into our land. They want to see the Isles, run up and down our beaches and they want access to our records. Obviously we can not allow this to happen, we have been free of Imperial rule as we see it and we would like this to continue if at all possible so we have told Imperial officials that we will be sending a Mage to inspect Cyrodiil and talk to the Emperor and spend time in Cyrodiil. We wanted to send a young mage who was of a lower rank but who was as powerful as some of us in this room. Your teachers speak highly of you son, they call you the next great Arch-Mage they say your power is enough to quell even the strongest Imperial army. We can not go ourselves for fear of someone in Cyrodiil particularly Necromancers or Anti-Altmer or even the Empire taking us too seriously. Instead we want you to go who can survive anything they throw at you if that is there intent. We hope your low rank in the guild will protect you but of this we can not be sure."

"But sir my training….."

"Of course you will still continue your training just under one of us in Cyrodiil; one has already been appointed for you, my son," the old mage said.

"Is this the council's will?" Nirviidoor asked feeling the chance to impress the council and the Altmer community as a whole.

"Aye."

"Then I will do as asked."

"That is all any of us can ask," the old mage said with some finality.

The life of Nirviidoor and the Altmer in particular was about to change forever.