Cearbhail:

So, I'm back. I wanted to get this done three days ago, but I kept getting side-tracked by everything else. so, this story is going to evolve a little bit. Ahmbra won't be the only perspective, mostly because the story will have a lot of holes inside it if we're only seeing things by Ahmbra's perspective.

=^^= Enjoy...

[Ngil Vhoga'Shuv]

Waterfront District Report: 6th Second Seed, 4e 206

The day had little incidents. A few students dueling in the street caused a young Altmer boy, identified as Corharn Spell-Winder, to spill his shaved ice onto the street. The two dueling students, identified as Lani Sihgo-Zasary and Gadthir Ferngully. The two were having a heated debate about whether or not the newest issue of Lunar Splice would involve a war that would kill her current love interest. Gadthir used his future seeing ability to spoil not only the newest issue scheduled for the 10th's release, but also spoiled the entire arc for the next three years. This led to the two of them fighting it out in the streets. This was the entirety of yesterday's activities in dueling for the Waterfront District.

The search for the Dunmer with Telekinesis abilities that assaulted two Khajiit girls continues. Suspects are as follows: Relyn Dredayn, a sophomore student at AIM that specializes in Air Manipulation; against Captain Seralas's suggestion, his daughter Cruelle Seralas, an upcoming freshman at AIM that specializes in Barrier magick (although all witness sightings placed this elven as a tall man with grown beard, but Illusion-based agents in the Dominion are known throughout Rimmen); Azarian Vian, a third year teacher at AIM that specializes in Levitation; and perhaps the most outstanding current suspect, a registered assaulter: Orlan Valas, unique powers of Telekinetic control, which he has used on multiple occasions to force people to do as he pleased. Even though Orlan is our lead suspect, and currently locked in an interrogation room, other suspects are still being investigated.

I managed to interview Relyn today in the Waterfront District. He was glad to tell me that he was busy the day of the assault, studying in the elven dance studio with his mom, who I was able to confirm this with. Cruelle was unavailable for questioning, and I was almost placed on suspension by Captain Seralas for even suggesting an interview with his daughter. Azarian was able to confirm that he was with a student of his, Casseth Selothan, helping him prepare for his final exam. It would seem that Orlan is our culprit, but something still feels wrong. When I interrogated him, he had a solid alibi for working at the fishery. Several workers were able to confirm that he was there at the time of the assault, and there was little time for him to be vacant from his position.

I need more time to find out who did this. I'm going to a well-known seer on the 8th of Second Seed to see if she can help me put this case to rest.

Sergeant Ngil Vhoga'Shuv

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This search was turning up nothing. Hours upon hours in the local library scouring over all the notes I had taken over the course of this investigation. This had to be connected to the Dominion somehow. It could not not be connected to the Dominion. Little Khajiit girl destined to be the Mythical Ballista somehow ends up kidnapped by a Dunmer man? This kind of stuff did not just happen on accident. And if the Dominion truly knew who the girl was, and what she was going to do in the future, then… I wonder just how long we have until the Dominion cell in this town goes active again.

I sighed as I shut my notebook, rocking back in my chair. Three hours, I've been sitting in this chair for three hours. Waiting for Dra'Vio to come by. She was supposed to shed some light on this little prophecy. I only knew the bare bones of the whole thing, and Dra'Vio seemed to know everything about it. She was supposed to stop by and let me know what I need to know to crack this case. Hopefully by the end of the day, I'll have found the Dunmer that catnapped M'Ahmbra, and get him locked behind a cell where he'll quietly contemplate his forlorn future behind bars while a mind reader takes his mind apart. We'll learn what we need to learn, one way or another.

I sat there for the next few minutes, just retracing everything I knew about the case. There wasn't much that I did know, and that bothered me. The small tigress was supposed to become some powerful firedrake? She was going to destroy the Dominion in Rimmen once and for all? I couldn't see that happening. With how easily she was taken down by just one lone operative, it seemed unlikely that she could ever become something of a threat to their organization. But… if she was some great heroine, it was my job to keep her safe until she realizes her prophecy.

It's my job to protect this city. I'm a Mage Force sergeant, in charge of my own select squad, one I went out of my own way to recruit for. Sure, there are older officers I could have recruited, older more experienced combat related professionals, but my squad was special to me. Most of the kids I work with have no one really to look up to, and they are really talented. I have three kids on my squad: Violet, Mvoshi, and Zvhar. All three have special qualifications that help me keep order in this city.

Zvhar is a young Suthay that lives in the Badlands District of town. Zvhar is a natural when it comes to reading minds. There are a few mind readers within Mage Force, and their ability to link our minds to each other allows us to work together flawlessly. Not only are we able to coordinate our movements with each other, we are able to reach the minds of victims and sometimes even culprits. It was thanks to Zvhar that we were able to even know young M'Ahmbra was in trouble. Her mind was a screaming storm of troubling thoughts that Zvhar wasn't able to ignore. He knew immediately that she was in trouble and informed Violet to the source of the mental outcry.

Violet is my newest addition to the team. She was a young Bosmer teleporter that lived in the Waterfront District with her father. Her mothed died when she was young, and her father had a few run-ins with Mage Force before. We believe he's a smuggler for some kind of crime syndicate, but we never are able to find things. In all honesty, it might be Violet's doing; she's very protective of her father, and I can't blame her for it. For her sake, we try to keep our eyes away from what he does during the night hours. All that aside, Violet is a very dedicated officer, being our main rescue force. She can get in, grab the target, and leave without anyone else being the wiser.

And that leaves us with Mvoshi, the youngest detective I've ever known. His special magick allows him to analyze crime scenes in a way that most people can't. Slight scuffs on the table, a knot of fur on the floor, and perhaps the smell of terror in the air, and he can retell everything that happened in the room in extreme detail. He's rarely wrong, and if he is, it's about some minor detail like the color of the eyes of the culprit. He's the son of the town's strongest Khajiit warrior: Ro'Prin, one of the town's councilors. Being head of RFA, she has to be on the council. She was a respected Mage Force Captain back in the day.

Of course, you have me. I'm just a combat user. I have Ice magick. It can manifest in several ways, and when I say manifest, what I really mean is that of all the ways I've experimented with my natural abilities… I've learned a few ways of reconstructing it. Anywhere from massive snow clouds that can obscure view, to smaller snow clouds with razor sharp snowflakes that can cut a lead pipe in a matter of seconds. But how my powers first began was as a sheet of ice. I could wrap my claws in ice and slash with it; and whenever I touched someone, I could wrap the ice around them, make my own handcuffs. I started out in Mage Force when I was a student, under Ja'Clara's squad. She was my mentor, and she taught me how to do things about my magicka that I never thought I could do. It's because of her that I'm able to summon clouds of snowflakes that can cut through steel. Her magicka was really similar to my own. I owe her everything for teaching me as good as she did.

"Ma'am." I almost jumped out of my chair when Violet just popped up out of nowhere, sitting on the table. Just like always, there was no sound except the thud on the table as she suddenly materialized on top of it. When doing stuff like teleporting, she never just appears on ground level (she's afraid of getting stuck inside of concrete or wood), so she appears an inch above ground every time she jumps.

I took a second to recompose myself as I nodded to her. "You have a report?"

Violet nodded. "Ahmbra is with two senior students and her friend. They're up at Dying Winds Point, camping out. I've been watching Ahmbra do her training… she's starting to get it. I mean… she's been up there for two days now, shooting lightning at apple and whatnot. I'm actually more impressed with her friend." Violet, impressed? That has me intrigued. And a small blush growing on her cheeks? Oh, this should be good.

"Her friend? What's their deal?" And the blush is deepening, very interesting.

Violet smiled as she plopped herself down into a chair. "I've looked into him. He's a transfer student from a small town outside of Dune called Sandstone. From what I gathered, it's a cliffside town, built into the side of a canyon. From what I read in a research book, only Khajiits feel safe traversing the town. Some roads break down and can't be repaired, but Khajiits are adept at climbing over rocks and leaping the distance without a second thought."

She was stalling; I can see the blush growing even brighter as she tried to avoid the subject. My tail's starting to flick in anticipation of hearing why she loves this Khajiit so much. "And this boy?"

A small smile grew as she said, "His name is Kharan." Kharan, I'm not familiar with the name. He might not yet be in the system. "He's applying to the Firedrake Academy alongside Ahmbra this semester." Ah, so he's new. "His primary ability seems to be some kind of absorption where he can take onto the abilities of others, even combine them into a new ability. It's very versatile. But, that's not what's impressive about him. He can use all these abilities instinctually, if a bit clumsily. I met the guy, put him on his butt, and seconds later… bam!" She slammed her hand on the table, drawing the attention of several people reading quietly in the room. The elder Altmer librarian glanced our way, glaring at us for being so loud. "He's suddenly gone, vanished in a teleportation, my ability. He slammed into a glass door, knocking himself out. It was pretty hilarious, but it reminded me of how I started developing about four years ago; that day I accidentally fused myself into the road. Almost crushed my body too.

"And that had me curious. So, I looked into him, did my research. There's no sign of magicka in his family, none! He must be the first one in his family. And for it to be so natural for him… it's amazing, and such an amazing talent to be born with! I mean, I come from a family that has always been shapeshifters… I'm the first teleporter in my family in three generations! I didn't have anyone to show me how to grow better at teleportation, and I'm guessing Kharan is pretty much the same. I might give him some lessons on how to teleport, to avoid any accidents like smacking into a wall, or losing a foot in a glass doorway."

Violet continued to prattle on, planning every instance of how she was going to spend time with Kharan. I almost hated to interrupt her, but I needed to know something else. "So, M'Ahmbra. You said you were watching her train. How is her progress coming along?"

Violet shrugged. "I don't see her becoming some big deal, but she's managed to figure out how to shoot her lightning off her fingertips in a straight arc. She's hitting apples and whatnot consistently. She's probably at Level 2, or just short of it."

She's only been practicing for a couple weeks, so she's not too far off where she should be by now. Getting to Level 2 and 3 is pretty easy, and the bar is pretty low for those users to obtain. It's hitting Level 4 and 5 that is difficult. Levels 6 and 7 are almost unheard of. I'm not entirely certain of what the qualifications of either of those levels would be. Level 7s are supposed to be able to affect the whole planet, but there has only been one person in all of history to achieve that level of magicka: Nrillia. The current High King of Skyrim seems to be at the Level 6 category, as well as a famous monk by the name of Solomon Battle-Born. Mage Force keeps records on strong mages, mostly as a reference on how strong magicka users can really become. There is also the possible threat of these mages against our town, and how to deal with those threats if they come to us.

"But, she's starting to get it, I guess that's what matters." Violet sighed. "When's the entrance exam?"

"The 25th of Second Seed." And today's the 8th. She has 17 days to get to Level 3. I suspect she'll hit that point next week, probably around the 14th. I've seen it with children in this town all the time, myself included. She has a combative magicka like me. She'll be able to get it better if she is in a fight with someone. Someone who understands her powers. Someone like me. Hmm… I may have to approach this kitten and see if I can help her develop her into the heroine she is supposed to be.

"Well, I think I need to attend this training camp. She needs all the help she can get after all." I sighed, pushing myself up. "Dra'Vio was supposed to meet me here, but she's an hour late." She probably ended up in a situation that demanded her attention. I'll just have to try talking to her on a different day. I can't stall for much longer though, I need to resolve this case before whoever did this gets away with it. We're monitoring all passages in and out of the town, including waterways. No one matching the description of the elven man left, but that doesn't mean they won't get away if I continue taking days off like this.

"Isn't that her?" Violet pointed to the short elderly woman slowly walking her way over to my table. Dra'Vio was leaning heavily on her cane, almost crawling over to me. Age hit her hard. She used to be one of Mage Force's best operatives, and now… it's hard to imagine what I'll be like when I hit her age.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Dra'Vio said as she walked over to the table.

Violet smiled. "Well, I'll let you two talk about things. I'll check up on you if something happens with Ahmbra." Violet vanished without a sound.

Dra'Vio smiled at the vanishing girl, and slowly put herself in the same chair Violet was sitting in. "It's hard to get these bones to cross halfway across town anymore. I pretty much live in the school." She pulled out a waving fan and began fanning her face. "Still, it's nice to be here. So, Officer Ngil, you want to know who catnapped M'Ahmbra."

I nodded. "Of course. Don't you want to catch the person responsible too? The Dominion could be involved, and with her whole prophecy… it might lead to the destruction of the town if she were to be taken away."

Dra'Vio glanced up at me with, glaring right through me. "What has been said cannot be unsaid. What has been seen… cannot be unseen. What I mean to say is… what I have seen to come will come to pass. I do not see the road she will walk, nor do I know the trials she will face to get there, but she will save this town. As for the incident, I do not know the man you seek, nor can I look into the past and find him, but I can give you a starting point." She pulled out a map, unfolding it in front of me.

This was Dra'Vio's way of telling Mage Force where crimes were going to happen. She'd scan the town and then circle buildings saying things like, "Illegal senche fighting ring."

Dra'Vio traced her finger over the Waterfront District. "This is where the crime occurred." She thumbed the alleyway behind the diner on the corner of a street. "Two Khajiit girls were attacked by a Telekinetic." So, he was Telekinetic. "He raced with Ahmbra down this road." She slid her finger down the map towards the pier. "He was going to put her on a ship… transport her out of town. Reasons… unknown."

"Was he in the Dominion?"

Dra'Vio glanced at the map. "I'm not that kind of Empath, Ngil. You would need an empathic reader to find out such stuff. I hear you have a boy by that description. Zvhar?"

I nodded. "He's good at what he does, but he couldn't read the culprit's mind. Little Ahmbra seemed to be able to kick him out too once she realized he was in there."

Dra'Vio nodded. "So, she's beginning to learn then. Mage Force can only do so much to find and stop criminals. Little Ahmbra need more than just someone watching her… she needs to know how to fight her own battles. And Mage Force needs to get back to its full strength. You have your own personal vendetta against the Dominion, and it's being neglected to protect Ahmbra."

"She's the key to destroying the Dominion, isn't she?" I almost growled out. "If she's the destroyer of the Dominion, then… she's my key to victory. I don't care who gets it done, I just want it done."

Dra'Vio nodded. "She will be the one to destroy the Dominion, that much I know for certain. There is something you can do, however." She pointed to a warehouse. "I have seen a chemical plant in my visions. I'm not sure if it's the Dominion or not, but… there is a drug in the works. I'm sure you've heard of it. It increases the level of a user's spiritual magicka."

Ah, Nirvana. Yes, I've heard of it. Plenty of kids end up in the hospital because of it. It increases one's abilities drastically. A Level 1 can easily become a Level 4 in matter of seconds. A Level 3 turning into a Level 6. But it has horrible backlashes. An Illusionist taking the drug might accidentally crush the mind of everyone in town… but so far, we only have one comatose patient: Rhran. He somehow consumed the drug, and… it didn't end well for him. It boosted his abilities far beyond what his mind could comprehend. He stretched his mind too far, absorbing too much information from the town. There were headaches across town, but they only lasted a few minutes. That's all it took before his mind shut off. He's still sitting in the Illusion Therapy Treatment Center as one of our few comatose patients. Our mind healers can't seem to piece his mind back together, much like another patient: Pvhat Qikar'shuv. At least that patient isn't comatose. He's just… broken. I often pay respects to the family. I heard Pvhat used to work on Mage Force with Ja'Clara. His baby daughter accidentally shattered his mind one day. This was two years before I moved to the city.

"Well, if we can get this poison off the streets, all the better. So, you're certain this warehouse has the lab in it?" I looked at the map, memorizing which warehouse it was.

Dra'Vio nodded. "Yes. Go there and you'll see it yourself."

I started to stand up, but I just had a couple more questions. "If I give you a name, you can tell me specifics, right?"

Dra'Vio only glanced at me. "I can try."

"Orlan Valas. Is he in the Dominion?"

Dra'Vio shook her head. "No. He's a fisherman. Telekinetic user, Level 4."

"He's abducted people in the past. Did he abduct M'Ahmbra?"

Dra'Vio closed her eyes, sighing. "I can't tell you that. That's in the past, not the future."

"Will he abduct someone in the future?"

She nodded. "Yes."

Now we're onto something. "Who?"

"M'Ahmbra."

I had shivers running down my spine, my fur beginning to rise. "For what reasons?"

She shook her head. "I can't… tell, yet. I will keep drawing on this tonight and perhaps into tomorrow. I will let you know what comes up."

"Ok, but when?"

Dra'Vio shrugged. "One year from now. No specific date that I can see. It will be before the end of her school year. There are several branches of timelines that lead to this event… and they all converge in this moment. M'Ahmbra will be abducted by this person, but the reasons why… I can't see yet."

So, before the end of the next school year. I wonder if that's when the Dominion plans on attacking the town. It's not much, but it's something to go on. Until then, I should get rid of the Nirvana drug producer.

I pushed myself out of my chair, nodding to Dra'Vio. "Thank you for your time, Dra'Vio."

The old woman only smiled up at me, nodding her head. "It was my pleasure, Sergeant. I hope you find what you're looking for. If I learn something, I'll be sure to tell you." She slowly picked herself out of the chair, pushing heavily against her cane.

"Do you need any help getting home?" I asked the feeble woman.

She shook her head. "No need for that, dear. Walking helps my sciatica." She waved me off. "Go be a heroine, beat up the people putting our town at risk."

Couldn't say 'no' to that. I nodded farewell to Dra'Vio and rushed out of the library. I would have contacted Zvhar through our mental connection, if one was established today. He was off doing whatever it was he needed to get done, and the rest of the squad was off doing their own thing as well. Violet was watching Ahmbra because I asked her to, Mvoshi was with his mother preparing for the entrance exams. Not his, of course, he's still too young to join the academy. He's only on my squad because his mother allows him to be. She thinks it's a good learning experience for him as long as he stays out of the dangerous assignments. We have me for those assignments.

The town was pretty active today, but that makes sense. Yesterday was a festival, so people were still charged with a need to have some amount of fun, not to mention today was Freedas. Four-day weekends are the best. Mage Force was enjoying their break as well. At least, my squad was. My squad worked four days in a row (Morndas to Turdas). Azanil Henakar's squad worked the weekends. His squad is the only other squad with the exclusion of Captain Elvas Seralas that know about the Mythical Ballista, or about Ahmbra's connection to her. Henakar's squad is the second squad watching over Ahmbra when my people are off for their three days.

And so, walking the streets, I could see a member of Henakar's squad walking around. The student was one of the Argonian Shadows. I don't know her name however. I don't really take the time to learn the students' names in the other squads. I'm not really in this to make friends; I just want to find the Dominion and put an end to them. They're replaced every semester or so anyway, too many for me to remember. The Argonian will probably be somewhere else, or with a different squad in a different section of town. Or the worst might happen; she won't be here at all.

Everyone looked happy today. Plenty of kids just out walking around with their parents. Plenty of unfamiliar faces as new arrivals for this semester were poking their heads out of the local inns. I got to see a few people I even went to class with. I wish I had time to sit down and sip some moon milk, but I wanted to be the one to find this laboratory making Nirvana. If it had anything to do the Dominion, I wanted to know for certain.

I walked absentmindedly to the warehouse, keeping my thoughts on what I might find, and hoping for the best, but planning for the worst. Before I even knew it, I was passing by my own house. Well, it wasn't my house, but I was living there. Tsija was the one living here, I just happened to find myself living here for the moment. We're… friends, so I guess it's not so bad.

I scanned the windows to see if Tsija was in, but I guess she was busy today. Probably visiting the hospital to see about healing whoever's there. She works part time at the hospital, almost every healer does. There are several clinics in the Business District, and there are a few healers for every kind of injury. Mind readers and empathic healers almost always end up working for the clinics, helping mind cases and physical injuries whenever they come in.

I left a small note in the doorway, explaining to her why I might be home later tonight than usual. And what to do if I don't return at all, not to mention where to find my bloody broken body. It's not like it's the first time I've had to come collect me from my missions. And it's not the first time she's healed me from near death. Finding and destroying the Dominion is not an easy assignment, after all.

I left before Tsija could walk up to the door, and ask me directly where I was going. She worries, and I hate that she does. But I get it. I made sure to collect my magicka blockers and my issued stun stick before setting out for the warehouse. I had no idea what I would be finding, and I hoped I would be finding a lot. I should have grabbed some backup. At least Violet… I think she wanted this payback as much as I did.

When I had everything I needed, I closed the door behind me and set out for the warehouse. It was on the other side of the Waterfront District, actually near the Elven District. Time to find out if we can get rid of this drug for good. Once I have everything under control, I'll call in the alchemists to find out what's in this stuff and how we can treat it for future breakouts. Finding the drug is only the first step in getting rid of it. We have to find out how it's made before we can make an effective antidote. So far, we haven't collected enough samples to do anything with it.

The trek down the Riverfront was pleasant. The sun was out, the waves were crashing against the shore, and it seemed like half the village was out enjoying the warm spring weather by swimming in the lake. I could see a few practicing fire mages doing what they could to warm up pockets of the water for everyone else. It might be too cold still for casual swimming. This water does come down from the Imperial City and leads into the ocean. The canal did wonders for helping us build this river into something pretty big, the river was wide enough for us to enjoy a good swim, and the current wasn't so bad once you got used to where it actually picked up speed. The rapids were farther south too.

It didn't take long, about 15 minutes or so, to walk to the other side of the Waterfront District down to where the docks started leading into the warehouses. I got the chance to look up at the looming mountains to the farthest south of the town. The Dying Winds Point was on one of the flat plateaus, not sure which one though. I hardly make the trek up those mountains, haven't since I was 13 or so. Moons, it feels so long ago. I certainly couldn't see anyone up there either. Not that I should be able to. I mean… it's not like the plateau is that far up, but it's far enough that it would take a full two hours to climb up. Three or other races, or maybe even longer. Racing an elf up a mountain is a cake walk. They have to use all four limbs and pull themselves up like babies crawling on the ground. Khajiits just sprint up, almost leaping from spot to spot. Some of us are blurs on the nearly vertical bluffs.

I watched the mountains as I headed into the warehouses. I threw my hood up over my dreadlocks, looking around for anyone watching. Not a single soul at the moment, which was weird. Normally I'd see at least one official with a clipboard walking around checking stock or something. Must be a slow day.

I quickly checked my map, making sure I'm kicking in the right door. I walked down a small line of warehouses, spotting the one that should be the circled on the map. I took a deep breath as I readied my stun stick. No need to be diplomatic about this. I don't like giving people warning about what I'm up to. Just kick the damn door down and damn the consequences like a real warrior.

I slammed my foot down onto the door, pushing a bit of ice through my wrapped foot to breach the locking device. I've practiced this move so much that it never failed me. And just like all the times I've done this, the door broke inwards, snapping off its hinges and flying into the room. A sheet of ice cracked underneath it as it hit the floor, sliding into the warehouse.

The welcoming committee was no more than a Khajiit male and a Bosmer female. They were both wearing surgical masks, and they both looked confused as to my entrance. Their faces were covered enough that I couldn't recognize who they were. The smell of the fumes were masking their scents too. They were both leaning over two separate tables, set up with alchemical supplies. I could see the fumes already steaming off a boiling substance.

Ok, Ngil, you just kicked your way into a drug processing plant… you better come up with a snappy one-liner. "What do we have here?" Yeah… subtle. I like it.

The Khajiit's tail flicked. "Did you need something? We're a little busy here."

I rubbed the soreness out of my shoulder as I walked into the room. "Yeah, I'd like an order of anchovy bites, and a moon milk, please."

The Bosmer rolled her eyes. "That warehouse is two doors down. We're experimenting with exciting new revolutionary alchemical solutions. Some of which that are possibly dangerous. Unless you feel like dawning the appropriate gear, don't come any closer."

Oh, she's going for that angle. "Ok, we're dropping the act. I'm with Mage Force." That got both of them to glance cautiously at each other. "We received a tip that a dangerous drug by the name of Nirvana was being produced here. I'm here to put you two into custody, close this place down, and bring out alchemical specialists here to determine the effects of… whatever it was you were making in here. If it matches what we know of Nirvana, or any other illegal substance we know of… you will stay in custody until a jury made up of your fellow mages determine what your crime will be. Come with me silently, and this will be easy. If you…"

I didn't get another word out. The Bosmer swung her hand across the table, knocking several potion bottles at me, bottles that were filled with… Moons knows what.

I covered my nose, diving away from the potion bottles as they crashed down all around me. "Suck on that, white fur!" The Bosmer bitch screamed as she headed for the rear exit. The Khajiit followed right behind her.

I charged for the exit, racing after them. Fumes and flames were sprouting all around the floor, spreading everywhere. I had to put out the flames, luckily for me… I'm an Ice mage. I launched a wave of snow from my hands, chilling the air around me to form a sheet of ice across the floor. It was enough to cool the floor and starve the flames. After I was sure the lab was secure, I charged after the Khajiit and the Bosmer. Both had gotten away. Oh well, so much for that. At least I know next time to put a few sheets of ice over the other exits, if not just to slow everyone else down enough that I can do what needs to be done and then do my arrests.

I pulled out my crystal ball. Better call Captain Elvas. He'll want to chew me out for doing this without any backup. And once this was done, I'm going to go home, climb into the bath, and soak myself into a deep sleep.

Cearbhail:

So, for this chapter we'll talk about... hmm... which character. Oh, how about Vio Sonmar'Herrociha

The local divination expert, and a master seer. She is the one that helps incoming students with their counseling sessions, as well as predictions as to how to prepare for their studies. She helps Ahmbra out by telling her how old she really is, and is also the one that gives Ahmbra the nickname… the Mythical Ballista, based on an image of her standing up to an enchanted ballista heading for the academy, and taking it out with a small copper bolt, turning it into a beam of destruction by using her electricity to polarize the bolt and launching it at the ballista.

Vio first moved to Rimmen as a young woman, 19 years-old, after receiving a vision of the town being overrun by Dominion soldiers. She used her powers to help a confused number of students and Mage Force recruits to help defend the town from terrorist actions. She quickly became a hero to the town, a title she used to help her find a job as a local fortune teller, a predictor of the future and advice giver on possible outcomes. She was quickly recruited by Mage Force as a predictive element that could help deter crime in the town. She gladly took the job, allowing herself to become one of the top agents for the town. Suddenly, Mage Force was everywhere it needed to be when they needed to be there, the Aldmeri Dominion in the town effectively crushed under the Mage Force and Fire Legion banners.