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Prologue – 4E 122

The cold northern winds of Evening Star whipped wildly at the unfamiliar group of cloaked travellers as their caravan of four trotted along the eastern cliffs of Winterhold towards its now desolated city. Just over a month ago the prosperous City of Winterhold was one of the great gems of Skyrim, rivalling that of Solitude and Windhelm. But then came the storms. The endless storms which turned Water against Earth. The Great Collapse which devoured most of the city into the depths of the Sea of Ghosts.

"Divines!" gasped a ductile female voice as the four gazed ahead at the sight of the ruined city amidst the snowstorm.

"This is most peculiar..." muttered another silhouette as his horse snorted. "More peculiar than I ever imagined..."

"Everything is more peculiar than you can imagine, Armion," mocked a more raspy female voice as a smirk stretched across her golden visage.

"You can talk, Lormina," snapped the male Altmer. "Remember the time you-"

The foremost figure raised a hand up, silencing his colleague. Lormina chuckled slightly, but stopped dead as the figure's hood half turned towards her, feeling the irritated gaze stare at her through the hood. After what felt like an era, the figure finally turned forwards.

"Locals aren't content" he murmured as the two town guards strolled to the entrance and waited for the caravan to approach, hands clutching their steel battle axes. The advancing party came to a halt as their leader threw a scrolled parchment at one of the guards, causing him to drop his weapon as he caught the piece of paper.

"Damn elves" the guard spat, unrolling the parchment.

"Saruril, High Counsellor of the Crystal Tower and company," announced the elf, ignoring the Nord's sigh of displeasure. "Investigating the Great Collapse."

"On who's authority?!" challenged the guard.

The Altmer male jaw clenched, his eyes bulging with rage at the human's lack of respect for his Order.

"The Chystal Tower is the-" he stopped short, smirking. Changing his tone back to its original cold, smug state, he sneered "I wouldn't expect a pathetic barbarian like you to understand the might and glory of such a prestigious organisation like ours." He rummaged through his satchel and handed over another scroll to the guard.

"This is from your 'High King'. An authoritative figure you should be familiar with, or I should hope you are anyway. You never know with these barbarians these days." The rest of the elves gave a sly smile at the comment. The guard continued to skim through the contents of the scroll with the unmistakable insignia of the High King of Skyrim at the top for a few moments before handing the two scrolls back the elf and motioned for the other guard to stand down.

"Investigating? Destroying any evidence of that cursed College's involvements in the Collapse more like" he spat as the elves galloped ahead to the bridge connecting the College of Winterhold to what remained of the divine forsaken city.

"You three wait here while I settle a few things with the Arch-Mage," said Saruril as he disembarked his horse and sauntered up the path. The three remaining elves walked over to what was left of the eastern side of Winterhold inspecting the damage.

"For the love of Akatosh!" said Armion, peering down the newly cut cliffs.

"Don't get too close to the edge, Armion," shouted Lormina as she inspected one of the houses nearby. "You don't want to be falling down there."

"I still don't understand how a storm, regardless of it's size, could do such damage to a whole landmass" hollered the other female elf as she entered another damaged house.

"Valendar, sister, after you've seen the things that I've seen, you'd be surprised at what Lady Kynareth and the other Divines can do."

"But what reason would an Aedra have to do commit this atrocity?" asked Valendar.

"I never said it was the Aedra who did this, I was merely telling you of what the Eight have the power to do."

Suddenly, without warning, there was a loud crack as the rock beneath them started to break apart.

"Valendar, RUN! Get out of there, NOW!" screamed Lormina as she and Armion dashed away from the cliff edge as it began to collapse, but it was too late. The house in which the Altmer was in tumbled along with the cliff side and plundered deep into the ocean below.