It was so... different.
While this people had some common points with his universe they also had a lot of differences. They look the same but are stronger, they do know about technologies but prefer to keep things simple.
He spoke with them and learned a lot. He was apparently in an old fort called Mistwatch. It was abandoned a long time ago when it's lord died. Now, they occupied since no Jarl wanted to repair it.
This group fled from their cities because of the current war.
A faction known as the stormcloack want to free their country of the empire and elves or dominion as she called them while the empire want to unify them while depriving them of their faith.
One wanted to be "free" from the empire and other races while another wanted unity at the cost of personal freedom.
All in all, it was a bad situation for anyone.
Anyway, a few weeks went past and the group kept growing. He now had more then fifty people to take care of. Luckily they all had the possibility to learn magic so he took three disciples. He taught them HIS way of magic. The book they gave him showed him that the way they used it here was vastly different and polyvalent but harder to master.
They took the healing art rather easily but runic was harder as was the ritual based magic. He also acquired the role of chief somehow. When something important happened they always came to him and they only accepted new head with his advice.
The thief downfall he put on the main gate kept the dangerous one out and allowed "his" group to "take care" of them. Kill them if you do not understand. When he learned of this particular rune on earth he almost immediately tried to replicate it and succeed. Simple yet so useful .
He made a few repelling ward around the plantation to protect the farmers and helped them build the structures they needed to maintain or build their armours and weapons. They somehow left him alone aside from a man with the best armour guarding his door and a woman helping him with the document he wrote or reporting what was happening in the fort.
If he did not know better he would bet they somehow were making him a Jarl. He put the idea aside as it was ridiculous. He never gave them order nor did he collect tax or anything a Jarl would do.
The woman, a Khajiit, was smart. She always knew how to tell a news or when not to interrupt him. She worked hard and he rewarded her work by teaching her a few spell to ease her work or daily life.
Their way to use this universe mana was fascinating. They were somehow borrowing it instead of using it and followed some kind of rule to apply their spells. He found the school of alteration and conjuration very interesting. Limited but interesting. Those daedra were looking more intriguing than ever, long lived being able to use magic as they wished. He would need to pay attention to them. Until now his protection did not pick anything but one can't be too sure.
XoX Aafrid PoV XoX
When they sent camp in the old fort, she knew they would not be able to keep going. Running away with children and civilian was proving to be too difficult for them.
Then, one day, everything changed. A man came flying and one of her men le loose an arrow on him. It did nothing but make him raise an eyebrow. She knew a lot about wizards and never heard of any of them able to fly. Levitate briefly a few foot above the ground maybe but so high and without incantation...
He was oddly nice, noble even. He did not begrudge them the arrow nor did he try to make them serve him. He proved his power, she know he was making a point with the pillar of flame.
When she gave her condition she knew it would be dangerous and was surprised to see him accept.
What she saw next blew her mind. With a few gesture of his hands he repaired the fort. Time went backward and stone went back to their place of origin. It was awe inspiring. This man had done something only heard in legend.
As time passed he proved himself as a good leader and even better man. He took three apprentice who learnt directly under him and taught them how to heal and craft rune to protect or upgrade things. When asked about him they said he was a patient man but he expected the best out of them.
It did not take long before there was enough refugee to call the fort a town. They used the rooms of the castle to host everyone and ultimately decided to make the sorcerer their Jarl. Aside from the food and cleaning of his room, he never asked for anything.
To make things official, they gave him a huscarl, a warrior that recently joined and successfully passed the door of truth made by the mage. They also assigned him an helper, A khajiit named Daro'ahni, a literate woman with a silver tongue.
This worked fine, they went to him when they needed to make important decision or when they really needed his help. He was very quiet and his way to use magic very different. With the way things were going, this place would soon be city and they would have the strength to protect themselves.
Already, they had a militia strong enough to protect the fort and it's people against other town, soon even the empire and dominion would not dare to attack them. If the power of the sorcerer was anything to go by, and if is apprentices learnt well under him then, they would have nothing to fear in the future.
She just hoped The other city would not hear of them too soon.
XoX Daedra realm XoX
Something... new appeared recently. They could not see what it was for it was protecting itself. Boethia could feel that whatever it was, it appealed to her, as it did with Hermaeus et Mephala.
It was not unusual for Mephala to share an interest with him with rarely was it the same for hermaeus.
They had tried most of their power to observe him bu nothing worked, whatever it was, it's power was either working differently then their or this being was as powerful as them.
In the distance he did not see Meridia disappear. While the three of them were interested in it the most, it did not mean the others were not interested either.
Still, the dragonborn had recently came out of hiding, he would take care of "it" when time would allow it.
XoX Aedra realm Xo
Julianos was intrigued, it rarely happened but this being, whoever or whatever it was appealing to his divinity. Maybe he could meet him, after all, who would care enough?