The time had finally come.
With a smile the twenty-five winter's old Nordic woman Fridya Scar-Pommel awoke from her slumber in her bed in her home of Hjerim in Windhelm. The woman in question being the Nordic hero of legend Dragonborn.
After all her adventures across Skyrim and beyond, now came the final threat to her homeland, the Thalmor. Like many of her kinsmen their prescence in Skyrim made her blood boil with rage. The Thalmor declared the worship of her kinsmen's patron god, Talos a crime and hauled off for torture or killed anyone the knife-eared scumbag's suspected worshippers. The Empire had turned a blind eye to them but not Fridya or the Stormcloaks. Fridya had lost track of the amount of Thalmor blood she had spilled since arriving in Skyrim. If she were to guess it would be at least one hundred Thalmor lay dead by her hand. She wore her amulet of Talos around her neck proudly, not even taking it off to go to sleep. She had been assaulted by the Thalmor quite a few times when they saw her amulet around her neck. She slew whatever Thalmor scumbag she came across however one of her two most highly sought after Thalmor target's Ondolemar had fled Markarth the moment word had gotten out the Stormcloaks won the civil war. Where he fled to like the coward he and the rest of his kind were she didn't know which was infuriating. The other target; Elenwen, Fridya knew was no doubt still located in the Thalmor Embassy. The knife-eared bitch thought she was safe hiding in her little hidey-hole but not for long.
After stretching her arm's and leg's Fridya moved over to the stand on the nearby wall which had her dragonbone knight armour held up upon it. Heavy plates made of hardened dragonbone, a leather belt wrapped around the waist of the armour that separated it from the dragonbone chausses that reached to just above the knee with the rest of her leg being covered with a heavy pair of dragonbone boot's along with a pair of hardened dragonbone gauntlet's and finally a cloak made of snowy bear pelt's
Finally there were her weapon's, the Ice Blade of the Monarch greatsword of which the damn hassle she went through to get the uniquely enchanted weapon, she'd almost frozen to death after having to swim down to the bottom of the Sea of Ghosts up north to finally claim it. While the tasks to retrieving the weapon were highly dangerous but it was definately worth it to gain access to the unique enchanted greatsword, the ability to freeze an opponent solid whilst dealing frost damage along with the ability to summon a towering frost atronach much larger and more powerful than the regular ones certainly helped a great deal and finally her dual dragonbone war axe's which had taken no small amount of time to make.
After she had finished doing her morning stretches, Fridya began arming herself and equipping herself in the dragonbone knight armor that she had crafted herself which had been heavily tempered to provide as much protection as it could. The whole suit of dragonbone armor had taken at least a good few week's to create. Many of her kinsmen preferred to charge into battle wearing very little armor so that it wouldn't slow them down as they swung their two-handed weapon's around as if they were as light as a feather. Personally she preferred to make sure her body was well protected while she was swinging away with the Ice Blade greatsword and over time she had grown more used to wearing heavy armor and thus didn't slow her down too much.
When Fridya was fully armoured up she strapped the Ice Blade to her back and ensuring it was firmly in place in the scabbard, the strap's wrapping their way tightly past the bear pelt cloak and around her cuirass, attached the two dragonbone war axe's to her leather belt and finally Fridya strapped her black furred backpack which held the bare essentials of her fur and leather tent's which were small enough to be secured tightly onto the backpack along with a waterskin and axe used for chopping wood.
Now fully armed and armoured Fridya walked over to the nearby mirror and began sorting out her long blonde hair until the dishevelled look her blonde lock's had formed were back to their original state and followed up by taking one of the many stick's of charcoal Fridya had wrapped up in a bundle of linen cloth and applied the war paint to her face.
After she was done, Fridya put the stick of charcoal which had worn down to about half of the size it was before back amongst the other charcoal stick's and wrapped them up in the linen cloth and carefully stored them away in her backpack.
Walking out of her room Fridya walked on over to the room adjacent to hers and checked inside and the little Nord girl the Dragonborn had adopted; Sofie was still fast asleep in her bed. While Fridya didn't consider herself to be too much of a parent she still couldn't very well let the poor homeless girl freeze to death out in the freezing street's of Windhelm and so not long after being given Hjerim she had adopted the small child who had taken to selling flower's as a means to earn gold and huddling near anything close to anything warm.
Ulfric had granted Fridya the house as a reward for finding and slaying the Butcher of Windhelm who had been plaguing Windhelm for far too long. She had brought Calixto Corrium's severed head to Ulfric along with a very distraught citizen of Windhelm who thankfully Fridya had managed to save before the butcher could strike the woman down. With the citizen who confirmed Calixto had been the one to almost end her life Ulfric was incredibly thankful that the vile Imperial responsible for the death's of Susanna and many before her was finally dead and with the Butcher's identity being unveiled as an Imperial it certainly aided in Ulfric's increased disgust at the race of Imperial's and their Empire even more.
After checking up on Sofie, Fridya walked down the stairs to see her housecarl Calder practicing his swordsmanship skill's on a training dummy Fridya had bought. It was the least she could do as Calder spent most of his time indoor's protecting her home and Sofie and like many Nord's he rather enjoyed fighting and each time she left Hjerim she knew Calder silently wished he could accompany her but he knew his duty was to protect Fridya's home from thieves and ensure no harm came to Sofie. Calder was more of a parent to Sofie than she was as being the Dragonborn she was out and travelling Skyrim for long period's of time, only dropping by Hjerim when she was near Windhelm and needed a place to rest.
Calder did seem rather happy after Fridya had adopted Sofie as she assumed he rather enjoyed having some company to talk to instead of sitting in her house all day completely alone with only himself as his own company.
The Nord housecarl was too busy practicing on the dummy to notice her to which Fridya exited her home and found herself in the snowy and cold street's of Windhelm and began making her way towards the Palace of Kings to seek an audience with Jarl Ulfric.
"My Jarl, Ulfric" Fridya kneeled respectfully as she stood before the Jarl of Eastmarch and soon to be High King of Skyrim. Ulfric's right-hand man and housecarl Galmar Stone-Fist, a great best of a Nord ready to give his life to defend his Thane and leader of the Stormcloak's; a cause that was truly a sight to behold now with the Dragonborn in their ranks stood close by the throne of which Ulfric was set upon.
"Rise, Dragonborn" the Jarl acknowledged, allowing the young Nord woman to get back to standing before him "what is it you require?"
"It's been a long time coming and I've put it off for too long." Fridya spoke "I'm bringing the fight to the last bastion of the Thalmor here in Skyrim and plan to attack their embassy in Haafingar but I need help" she stopped talking when she assumed Ulfric caught onto what she was asking and held up a hand for her to wait for his reply.
"And you want me to give you the Stormcloaks you need?" truth be told Ulfric wanted to join the Dragonborn in the attack on the Thalmor embassy, the bitch who had tortured him; Elenwen resided there, he wanted to wrap his hand's around the arrogant Altmer's neck and watch as her life slowly ebbed away at his hand's. He wanted to strip the bitch naked and force himself on Elenwen's naked form before throwing her to his men to enjoy before finally relieving the bitch's head from her shoulder's. Ulfric despised rape, it was a vile act, however if the one on the receiving end of a raping was a member of the Thalmor or a Thalmor sympathizer he had no sympathy for them. They get what they deserve.
"Yes, my Jarl"
"Very well, on one condition" Ulfric began "I want that bitch Elenwen's head once you and your men are finished sacking that place. I want you to ensure no Thalmor leaves that place alive. And see if you can find that milk-driker coward Ondolemar in there and if you can then relieve him of his head too" unfortunately, when the Stormcloaks had been given Markarth during the council at High Hrothgar it seemed the leader of the Thalmor Justiciar's had fled Markarth before his forces arrived there. Ulfric would make sure that knife-eared little milk-drinker would not escape a second time.
"Oh trust me my Jarl, those Thalmor scum will be begging for mercy when I'm through with them" a predatory grin crossed the Dragonborn's face. "I'll be waiting at the Four Shields Tavern in Dragon Bridge" Fridya informed.
As he watched her go Ulfric let out a slight chuckle. Yes, he wanted to go with her; he wanted to be there and end the last of the Thalmor himself but part of him also worried for Fridya safety even though he knew full well the Dragonborn could handle herself against those Thalmor cunt's but still...he had in all honesty started to develop feeling's for the young Nord woman. That however was unsurprising as Ulfric guessed Fridya had admirer's all over Skyrim; she was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, was an excellent blacksmith to boot.
"Can I get you anything else, Dragonborn?" the voice of the Dragon Bridge innkeeper Faida asked as she took the plate from the Nordic woman responsible for the saving of her homeland who had just finished eating up a rather hearty serving of cooked bear meat along with a mug of traditional Nord mead to wash it all down.
"No, that's quite enough for now thank you" Fridya smiled as she washed the last of the bear meat down with what remained of her mug of mead.
The door to the Four Shields Tavern opened causing Fridya to turn her head towards it and noticed that a group of roughly five to six Stormcloak soldiers walked into the tavern of which three of them Fridya had recognized almost immediately the moment they walked in.
"Ralof! Avulstein! Thorald!" she greeted warmly as she got up from her table to greet the three Stormcloaks she had met not long after arriving in Skyrim. "Why am I not surprised to see you three here?" she chuckled. It had been a long time since she had seen Ralof and even longer since she had seen the two young Grey-Mane brother's.
"Fridya, it seems those Thalmor cunt's have a way of bringing us together" Thorald joked as Fridya embraced all three of her Stormcloak friends in a firm hug. "we're finally going to do what those Empire milk-drinker's were too cowardly to do and finally put an end to those knife-ear's once and for all!" the Grey-Mane brother's were practically jumping for joy. The moment every Nord loyal to Skyrim was waiting for was upon them and Thorald was practically begging to bloody his battleaxe with the blood of the knife-eared cunt's who had tortured him mercilessly for week's, if not month's on end and Avulstein was more than happy to aid his brother in exterminating the Thalmor from his homeland.
"Well, I'd say we've been waiting for long enough haven't we?" Fridya said eagerly "the Thalmor will no longer defile Skyrim with their presence after this day" she turned to Faida and thanked the innkeeper for her food and drink's to which she received a gracious smile before she, the three nameless Stormcloak soldier's, Ralof, Thorald and Avulstein left the inn.
Exiting the inn and walking out into the small town of Dragon Bridge, Fridya was greeted with the sight of roughly five hundred male and female Stormcloak soldier's; some with full face helmet's covering their faces entirely and some with their face's bare, most of them being archer's who forgoing helmet's in favour of having greater accuracy. One thing that was etched onto the face's of each and every Stormcloak was that of pure excitement. This had been what they had been fighting for ever since Ulfric started the rebellion. Today was the day they would finally eliminate the last of the Thalmor from their homeland completely.
Ralof, Thorald and Avulstein rejoined their comrade's as Fridya began addressing the assembled force of sons and daughter's of Skyrim.
"Brother's and sister's of Skyrim!" Fridya began "TODAY IS THE DAY EACH OF YOU HAVE FOUGHT AND BLED FOR AND SOME EVEN DIED FOR! TODAY IS THE DAY WE PAINT THE SNOW RED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE THALMOR!" a raucous cheer followed with the promise of Thalmor dead. Something that was constantly on the mind's of many Nord's of Skyrim. The only good Thalmor was a dead Thalmor.
Fridya smiled "not too far from here the last bastion of the Thalmor lies. Their embassy. This is the last place they have to hide. Now I don't know about any of you but I'd say those scumbag's have overstayed their welcome in Skyrim!"
A loud cheer echoed throughout the small village once again.
"WE MARCH!" Fridya yelled. Not long after the force of five hundred Stormcloak's, Fridya at the helm began their short march towards the final piece to topple to bring down the Thalmor presence in Skyrim.
"This is complete horker shit!" came the disgruntled voice of an irate Stormcloak soldier. "We should be part of the main attack on the embassy"
"If this is where the Dragonborn wants us then this is where we shall be" Ralof growled. While he would've very much liked to have joined Fridya in the main assault on the Thalmor embassy she had tasked him with taking command of a portion of the Stormcloak forces to stay outside the cave exit which housed the escape route from the Thalmor embassy that the Dragonborn herself used back when she had to infilitrate the embassy to figure out whether the Thalmor knew anything about the return of the dragon's.
"Bu..." the Stormcloak retorted before a look from Ralof silenced him.
"These scumbag's are Thalmor, remember? They have no honour. They flee from a fight the moment they start losing. They're weak pathetic milk-drinker's. We will have no shortage of Thalmor knife-ear's to bloody our blade's with" Ralof assured. "The Dragonborn and her forces will assault the embassy and plenty of Thalmor skeever's will run right into our trap"
The word's instilled some hope in the irate Stormcloak at the chance of Thalmor blood "better be" he murmured under his breath.
Ralof said nothing as he readied his battleaxe and gestured for those under his command to ready their weapon's too. He couldn't wait to bloody his axe with Thalmor blood.
"KINSMEN! ARE YOU READY TO SPILL SOME THALMOR BLOOD?!" Fridya yelled to the crowd of Stormcloaks thirsty for Thalmor blood under her command before she turned towards the large steel gate blocking Fridya and her group of Stormcloaks access to the Thalmor embassy grounds. "REMEMBER, ANY MAGIC USING THALMOR TAKE PRIORITY. THOSE FUCKER'S HIT HARD AS SHIT!"
The gate blocking their way didn't last for long. "FUS RO DAH!" the sheer force of the ancient thu'um forced the metal off its hinges and threw the metal door's across the courtyard. Barely any time had passed before Fridya and her Stormcloaks poured into the courtyard of the Thalmor embassy. The war cries of the assembled Nord's drowning out the order's the Thalmor commander's were giving their troop's
"DEATH TO THE THALMOR!" Fridya heard Thorald yell out as the Grey-Mane twin barrelled into a Thalmor Justiciar at full force knocking the Altmer onto his back and then proceeded to bring down and bury his battleaxe down on the prone elf's skull causing the Thalmor Justiciar's head to split in two. This would be the first of many Thalmor he was practically frothing at the mouth to eliminate.
"AAAGH!" one of the Stormcloak soldier's near Fridya yelled as her body was torn apart by a fully charged thunderbolt spell from a Thalmor wizard across the far side of the courtyard. The same wizard almost got Fridya too but a quick duck caused the spell to just singe the top of the Dragonborn's head but wound up hitting another poor unlucky Stormcloak at full force sending his body flying across the courtyard and turning into a charred heap of flesh. Getting a solid lock onto the wizard's position Fridya focused her attention on the knife-ear.
"WULD NAH KEST" within second's Fridya closed the distance between the Thalmor wizard responsible for the death of two of her comrade's to which the Thalmor inquestion kept backing away attempting to keep as much distance from himself and the greatsword wielding Dragonborn as he could only to find his back brushing up against a wall.
Acting quickly the Thalmor wizard quickly conjured up a towering frost atronach, the giant construct of ice towered over Fridya, however the Ice Blade greatsword wasn't just for looks and with a quick swipe across the frost atronach's bulky left leg Fridya caused the frost construct to topple over leaving the Thalmor wizard vulnerable.
Before the wizard could get another spell off Fridya ran forward and with a quick thrust she impaled the Thalmor wizard on her blade, the expensive black and gold robes did little to stop the blade from piercing the Altmer's heart. The Thalmor didn't last long enough for the blade to utilize its freezing abilities on him as his world went black the moment the Ice Blade reached his heart.
Now with the troublesome Thalmor wizard out of the way, Fridya rejoined the Stormcloaks who were making significant progress toward's the embassy. There were more than a few Stormcloak's who had fallen in battle that were now resting in Sovengarde however thankfully there were more Thalmor bodies that littered the cold snow than there were Stormcloaks. There were only a few Thalmor Justiciar's left in the courtyard who were currently being pushed back towards the stairs leading to the interior of the embassy by the Stormcloak forces.
"VICTORY OR SOVENGARDE!" one of the Stormcloak's yelled and buried his warhammer into the torso of a Thalmor wizard, the massive weapon shattered the Altmer's rib's causing him to drop to the floor on his hand's and knee's before the Stormcloak brought the warhammer up over his head and crushed the Thalmor wizard's head beneath it, chunk's of his head decorated the pearly white snow which was slowly being drenched in blood.
Finally the Thalmor occupying the courtyard were either laying dead on the freezing cold ground or had fled back into the embassy. They could run as much as they liked but they would not escape their death's. Not any longer.
"Wonder if that Ondolemar cunt is here?" Avulstein wondered. After the war between the Empire and Storcloaks had been brought to a temporary halt due to the peace summit between the two forces at High Hrothgar he had been one of the Stormcloaks sent to Markarth to reinforce it after the Empire pulled out of the Reach as were the term's of the treaty. The Stormcloaks got the Reach and the Empire got the Rift and when Avulstein and his men arrived in Markarth the leader of the Justiciar's had already made his exit.
"Here's hoping, brother" Thorald grinned.
The door to the Thalmor embassy didn't stay intact for too long as it was soon kicked off it's hinges by Avulstein's heavy boot. It seemed there were more Thalmor Justiciar's than there were wizard's inside the embassy for which Fridya was thankful. She hated facing off against mage's especially ones as talented as Thalmor wizard's. Being hit full on by a thunderbolt spell was practically a death sentence for anyone not wearing a decent suit of armor.
"So the mindless barbarian rabble are finally here" the condescending and arrogant voice that Fridya knew all too well spoke up as it's owner slowly walked into view before the Dragonborn and her Stormcloak soldier's. It was him; Ondolemar. The Justiciar leader was now stood in front of the Thalmor Justiciar's forming a defensive line in preparation for the oncoming Stormcloak onslaught.
"You're going to die this day, cunt" Fridya sneered at the Altmer "nowhere left for you to run. This day the Thalmor will be no more. No longer will you threaten Skyrim!" she had no patience to let Ondolemar do a typical villainous monologue and simply aimed her greatsword at the Thalmor Justiciar leader and yelled "ATTACK!"
There were a never ending stream of Stormcloak's that poured in through the door to the embassy as the Stormcloak forces charged at the defensive line of Thalmor Justiciar's. While Avulstein, Thorald and the rest of the Stormcloak's focused on taking down the Justiciar's, Fridya's focus was entirely on finally ending Ondolemar here and now.
Fridya found herself unable to close the gap between her and Ondolemar as she was too busy ducking and swerving from the numerous thunderbolt spells that the Justiciar seemed to never run out of magicka of which he needed to use them.
"Oh for fuck sake!" Fridya growled as she was getting rather annoyed of being constantly on the defensive "FUS RO DAH!" the thu'um exited the young Nord's throat at full force but it seemed Ondolemar was prepared for this and within mere second's of the blast hitting him the Justiciar formed a ward around him causing the blast to pas through him without knocking him over on his back.
"AARGH!" Fridya yelled as Ondolemar wound up hitting her in the shoulder with a thunderbolt spell causing her to fly back and hit her back against the fireplace roughly and land on her back.
"It's over, Dragonborn" Ondolemar grinned menacingly as he approached the prone Dragonborn "this is where you die. Your country will fall to the Thal...AAAAGH!" Ondolemar screamed in pain as he fell to his stomach after feeling his left leg cut off from underneath his knee-cap as a battleaxe swung into his robe's with ease and slammed into his flesh.
"I don't think so" the gruff voice of Thorald Grey-Mane snarled as he brought his battleaxe back from Ondolemar's severed leg. He, Avulstein and their fellow Stormcloak's had finally cleared the room they were currently in of Thalmor.
"Thank's" Fridya grinned gratefully "seems you're the one saving me this time" she chuckled as Thorald offered her a hand to help her up.
"Guess we're even now eh?" Thorald grinned before looking down at Ondolemar who was now missing a leg and was desperately trying to halt the sheer amount of blood that was draining out of his severed leg "now what to do with you, knife-ear?" Thorald hummed "Dragonborn?" he asked, his head turned towards the young Nord woman.
"Fuck you!" Ondolemar sneered as he desperately tried stopping his blood loss and the darkness rapidly creeping closer and closer. "This is not the end, the Thalmor will destroy this pathetic land and all it's filthy inhabitant's."
"I think he's done talking don't you?" Fridya grinned before raising the Ice Blade over her head and bringing it down upon Ondolemar's neck, severing his head from his shoulder's. As soon as the Dragonborn's blade sliced through Ondolemar's neck the Thalmor embassy erupted in cheers of elated Stormcloaks. "If any of you are heading to Markarth after we're done take that...thing's head to Jarl Thongvor Silver-Blood. I'm sure he'll be happy to see Ondolemar again" Fridya ordered to which a Stormcloak soldier came and picked up the Altmer's severed head.
"I'll make sure he gets it, Dragonborn" the Stormcloak nodded before he spat on the decapitated Altmer's head and attached it to his belt.
Now all that was left was to eliminate the Thalmor remnants in the remaining part's of the Thalmor embassy and free any prisoner's from the jail cell's where Fridya had gained the information about Esbern from the prisoner she helped escape the last time she had been here.
"Accursed barbarians!" Elenwen cursed as she rushed to gather up as many important documents in her room in the Thalmor embassy as she could. She couldn't leave anything behind for those heathen's to use against the Aldmerri Dominion. She had been packing up her thing's ever since she could hear the fighting. She had no doubt the damn Dragonborn bitch was amongst them, the Stormcloak rebel's would've never won the war without her and Elenwen had no wish to face her in battle, at least not in this enclosed space. She was highly trained in all school's of magic but the simple fact was that if she ran into Fridya she would be within melee range of her and Elenwen was no close quarter's fighter.
She had no doubt that her lover Ondolemar had fallen, the Stormcloak rabble were not one's to take prisoner's so her hope that he had escaped was very low. She would escape through the hatch in the room with the prisoner's and inform her superior's in Alinor of what transpired and hopefully get a large enough force to return to Skyrim and crush the Talos worshipping heretic's and the Dragonborn. She had finally collected all of the important document's and then she saw the door to her room get smashed in and there in the doorway stood the bane of the Thalmor in Skyrim, Fridya Scar-Pommel.
"YOU!" Elenwen snarled at the young Nord woman currently blocking her only escape. "You will..."
Elenwen never got to finish her sentence as Fridya had already charged forward into the Thalmor Ambassador knocking her over onto her back causing all the important documents relating to the Aldmerri Dominion to fly out of her hand and land on her desk in a scattered pile. The Thalmor ambassador had barely any time to get up as the Dragonborn had already pounced on her and was now lying atop the trapped Altmer.
"What are you waiting for then? Do it!" Elenwen snarled as Fridya brought one of her two axe's attached to her belt and held the bladed edge extremely close to the Altmer's throat. All it would take was just a single thrust forward and the last remaining Thalmor in Skyrim would be no more but no, Fridya had different plan's for Elenwen. Killing her would be letting the Thalmor ambassador off too lightly. No, she had a better idea.
"No, killing you would be too little a punishment for you" Fridya smirked "I have a much more fitting punishment in mind for you, bitch" Fridya finalized her cryptic statement by delivering a hard punch to the Thalmor ambassador's face with her right hand causing the Altmer to lose consciousness. Now with Elenwen unconscious, Fridya could begin her punishment for the ambassador in ernest then and proceeded to lift up the bottom of Elenwen's robe's just enough so that the Nord could wrap a rope around her leg's until she had wound the rope around the Altmer's leg's enough that Elenwen's leg's were now firmly held together by the rope which still had a decent amount left to it and then proceeded to tie Elenwen's hand's behind her back effectively leaving her in a hogtie..
"Dragonborn!" Fridya turned her head to see Avulstein Grey-Mane walk through the door to Elenwen's chamber's.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked curiously, a brow raised as she finished tying up Elenwen.
Avulstein glanced at the unconscious and tied up Thalmor ambassador "knew that bitch would be no match for you" he chuckled "the men have found something that they're wondering what you'd like to do with? It's in a building in the courtyard"
Fridya shrugged, they had finished what they had come to do. The Thalmor embassy was now littered with the corpses of numerous Thalmor Justiciar's and wizard's "okay then" she looked down at the unconscious Elenwen as she let go of the rope "make sure she doesn't get any funny idea's if she comes to"
"Will do" Avulstein nodded as he moved out of the way of the door to allow Fridya to leave and proceeded to glare at the unconscious Altmer like a hawk.
"Well that certainly is...something" Fridya said, intrigued. She was now in the building which Avulstein told her about and what greeted her was one of the largest what she guessed was some kind of mirror she had ever seen. It was at least twice as tall as her and the framing of the mirror had what she could only assume was some kind of elvish engraving's. No human would make something like this and with the size of the mirror it was the kind of thing that only the high-up nobility of Altmer society could afford.
"You should see this" a Stormcloak soldier said handing Fridya a journal that the Stormcloak had pried from one of the chest's in the room as he and his fellow kinsmen searched the place for any loot that he could relieve the Thalmor of. They were dead, not like they needed it anyway.
To anyone using the mirror ensure to use caution. The majority of the inhabitant's of Thedas are incredibly paranoid about any kinds of magic and even the simplest of fireball's will cause an unnecessary amount of trouble to come your way and there may be a chance that you will be accosted by what we have learned to be a group of overzealous mage-hunter's who go by the name Templar's to attempt to kill you.
Stick to the forest's and continue with our main course of action. Use whatever means necessary you can to ensure these Dalish as they call themselves to become disposable shock troop's for the Aldmerri Dominion. They have proven easy to manipulate so far with the promise of vengeance against the race of men of Thedas in exchange for serving us.
When coming into contact with a clan of wandering Dalish demonstrate the superiority of the Thalmor by showing them the spell's at our disposal by laying waste to any human village located in whichever part of the forest you find yourself in.
First Emmisary Elenwen.
This was bad, the Thalmor were recruiting these Dalish elves as they called them into the Aldmerri Dominion? What was interesting to Fridya was the mention of 'using' the mirror. What exactly did they mean by that? How were the Thalmor 'using' the mirror?
Out of curiosity Fridya reached forward and to her surprise found her entire hand disappeared through the glass surface. Reacting immidately she quickly pulled her hand back out and gazed at the mirror. This was going to warrant further investigation but first there was one last task to do.
"Gather our fallen and prepare a pyre" Fridya ordered everyone "they died ensuring the Thalmor tyranny was wiped out. They deserve a warrior's funeral"
The large double doors to the Palace of King's opened and Ulfric's eye's were quickly drawn to the person entering his hall. He grinned, Fridya had survived the assault on the Thalmor embassy. Her return caused his heart to relax, a change from its constant worrying ever since the young Nord departed. The Dragonborn wasn't alone however. It seemed she was dragging something or someone behind her with a rope.
"Jarl Ulfric" Fridya bowed respectfully. "I come bearing a gift" she then grabbed the person she was dragging along behind her and threw the hogtied captive in front of his throne. It was her, the Dragonborn had brought to him the restrained Thalmor ambassador Elenwen. The same bitch who had tortured him during his captivity at the hands of the Thalmor.
"Wakey wakey, bitch" Fridya sneered before roughly slapping the Thalmor ambassador across the face. "Somebody is very eager to meet you" she'd had to knock out Elenwen multiple times during the travel from the Thalmor embassy back to Windhelm and had resorted to gagging the knife-eared bitch as she had been incapable of shutting up.
Elenwen finally awoke from her unconscious state and looked up. She couldn't move any of her limb's and there above her was the one person in Skyrim who despised her more than anything. No matter how much she struggled she found herself looking up into the face of Ulfric Stormcloak who now had a victorious malicious smile adorning his face. For the first time in her life Elenwen was terrified.
"Dragonborn, this is...this is the greatest gift anybody has given me" the Bear of Eastmarch said honestly "name anything you want and you shall have it"
"There is only one thing I want" Fridya said looking into the scared face of the Thalmor ambassador "make her suffer"
The grin never left Ulfric's face "oh I plan on doing exactly that, Dragonborn" to which he then got up off his throne and began descending towards Elenwen. His vengeance against the bitch now firmly in his hand's.
As much as she wanted to watch Ulfric make Elenwen beg for death she had bigger concern's, the apparent potential allies the Thalmor were receiving in the form of whoever these Dalish elves were in wherever this Thedas place was. She would need to go and either convince these elves they were being manipulated or if it came down to it eliminate them.
It was time for yet another adventure.