Here it is, the Scrolls of Madagascar remake, decided to remake it after finding a lot of things that didn't add up or were just too jumbled together. I'm back though trying to remake the fanfic, the majority of it has been changed, along with some new pages and scenes soon to come. Do enjoy. I don't own the rights they belong to their respective owners, OC'S belong to me. Also decided to do a prequel, let me know what you think.
Prologue
"Prophecies, every era and age have them, they can come with greatness, or peril, a time of peace or a time of war. Every prophecy starts with a beginning and then ends, the Dunmer believed and Vivec laughed, the Nerevarine showed Vivec his arrogance. Every prophecy has a beginning and it begins with an elder scroll.". - Unknown name 4E year 168.
A small flick of fire lit the already burnt wick of a candle illuminating the hand and body of an elderly mage in blue robes. Extinguishing the fire he sat behind a table and began to overlook the recent reports of magical arcane readings, his face grimaced as he flipped through another parchment, its report showing ill news. The room shook, looking alarmed he stood and went to the door, opening it he peeked into the dark hallway. Heavy plate boots clambered their way to him along with the shifting of plate armor. Bringing out his candle the light illuminated the dark and the figure walking towards him.
"Master Athrian, are you okay? We heard an explosion.". Athrian lighting more candles in his room, was seen better in the light. He wore blue robes with a golden trim and two enchanted gold rings, his hair was gray and combed back. His eyes were blue and had a Caucasian skin tone. In front of him stood captain Cethian, a redguard captain who rose through the ranks of the empire, he had dark skin with black dreadlock hair and green eyes. He wore heavy imperial armor plated with steel, resembling a roman battle dress, he wore light plate and chain grieves, plate boots and gloves. At his side was a broad imperial sword and an imperial heavy shield, the shield was itself broad and had heavy steel and wood, it resembled the shape of a diamond.
Cethian watched Athrian sternly look down the hall, as if he was expecting something. "Where are the guards?" he asked in a deep stern tone, Cethian looked at him puzzled.
"Sir, they're still outside, why?" he was more puzzled than ever when the master mage took toward where the explosion might have occurred. Accompanying him the two walked through the second floor hall, its wooden floors creaked under Cethians boots. It took them awhile to find the source, but they soon came upon a door with a light bit of smoke seeping under the crack.
"The recording chamber?!" Cethian inquisitively asked, he knew very little of the place and how it came to be. He recalled mages combining a handful of diamonds, pearls and a ruby and magically fusing them together to make a crystal orb the size of a melon. As for what it did, the emperor needed an edge on the Thalmor and asked the mages to make these orbs, or recorders as they called them, since they record large amounts of magic. What caused one to explode was a mystery, being as they're made of diamond, unless something caused it to explode.
Opening the door they were met with a trashed smokey room, coughing was heard as well as opening of a window, once the smoke cleared they saw who it was. Sticking his head out of a window in the cold Bruma air stood an apprentice mage, Athrian knew him, he was new, an imperial from Skyrim's college aspiring to be a scribe in the white gold tower.
"Sudrenes, what in the name of Akatosh is going on!?" Hadrian was livid, who wouldn't be, each recording orb for every city in cyrodiil put the empire back one hundred thousand septims. That's not to mention the Arcanum table that held it, it itself set the empire fifty thousand back, but thankfully the table wasn't destroyed, as for the orb goodbye septims.
The young imperial held up his hand in wait for he was still coughing, when he was stable enough he spoke "it wasn't me" he defended.
"Well it sure wasn't sodding wraith! What in the name of oblivion happened!" his yelling sure enough to wake just not the college, but the entire city as well if he yells any louder.
Again Sudrenes defended himself "i was just covering for Cajhera, she told me to keep an eye on it then one thing led to another, it turned orange then boom".
The smoke finally cleared up, Athrian grumbled and sighed "where is Cajhere?!" he asked, he's really going to give that cat a thrashing.
Sudrenes chuckled nervously "she's a bit preoccupied right now, as in bad kwama egg quiche.".
Cethian winced at this he's been there, after trying the gourmet's chocolate pate, it was the literal run's for him, but Athrian loves it, he loves the pate, especially with the spiced wine from solitude.
"Damn" Athrian replied feeling sorry for her, he felt for her, he's been on the receiving end of some bad dishes, or undercooked meals, but when it came to an egg rotting and not realizing it, that's a recipe for disaster.
Back to the task at hand Athrian learned to Cethian "send a rider to the other cities, ask them if they're getting the same trouble!".
Bowing, the red guard went to inform his men, restanding a chair Athrian sat and spoke to Sudrenes, curious about his aptitude to become a scribe "So, you want to become a scribe for the tower.".
The imperial nodded "yes, I was hoping to catalog, or even work with the moth priests in finding important scrolls, such as the illusive elder scrolls, but historical scrolls are important too.".
Athrian was impressed, a young imperial mage and aspiring scholar wanting to work with the moth priests and collect elder scrolls, but a question was on his mind, how well did he know them. "Tell me-" he leaned forward "-what do you know about an elder scroll, besides being illusive and hard to find.".
Sudrenes thought for a moment " well all i know is that they're very powerful, so much so that a moth priest has gone blind from them. I also know you need special training to read one, but the greatest mystery is what intrigues me, where they come from and who made them.". Athrian nodded he was impressed again 'boy knows his knowledge, somewhat'. What stumped him though is that he himself doesn't know where they came from, or who made them, for oblivions sake even the moth priests don't know either.
Cethians heavy metal boots brought the two out of their conversation, the red guard rushed in, in all urgency "sir a runner came, bearing news by letter!" he handed the scroll sealed by red wax, its seal Bearing the mark of the dragon.
With haste Athrian broke the seal and read the letter for what it said brought ill news:
"To all masters and Grandmasters of the Mages guild
Arch mage Tascien has informed me of the destruction of the recording orbs along with several tables caught in the blast. Each city will be met by a pentius Oculatus agent to inspect further damage . At this moment Tascien has begun an investigation with the agent and come down with a conclusion on who the culprit is. At this moment we need all the help we can get, Master Ocrelien has requested a new assistant to help conduct investigations on the matter at hand. This letter I write strictly for the Bruma Mages guild on the account for Sedrnius, per Ocreliens request. As for the orbs the replacements will have a hefty sum in the total of (nine hundred thousand septims) to replace the broken ones. Tasciens view on this is sabotage, this is a dark day, but by the divines we'll get to the bottom of this
Emperor Titus Mede II "
Slowly he put the letter down Athrian couldn't believe it, the entire province felt the blast and not only did Archmage Tascien believe it to be sabotage, but who in their right mind sabotaged the orbs, he could think of one faction- the Thalmor. What concerned him greatly moreover, is the price of the orbs, 'nine hundred thousand-' he laughed mentally almost in an insane way '-nine hundred thousand, you got to be sodding kidding me, that'll break the imperial bank, let alone push the rearmament back two years.'.
It was bad for all, if the Thalmor were involved then they might be planning something big, if not then what caused the orbs to go boom. Athrian thought for a moment, something doesn't add up, the Thalmor aren't ready for the second great war, so why would they sabotage the orbs, unless they think it might have been us too. Shooting up from his chair, nearly knocking it over, he rushed upstairs to his master quarters and began packing, Cethian and Sudrenes bewildered at his antics, until he spoke.
"Cethian keep watch, if the Oculatus agent arrives tell him I'm out!" he began ordering about, things didn't add up he was sure of it, Magical residue would trace back to a source, even at this magnitude, but there was none. That means one of two things: it was an outside source, or a very powerful mage managed to keep the trail cold.
Cethian bowed "yes sir!"
Athrian upon finishing up his packing turned to Sudrenes "today's your lucky day, it looks like you are going to be a scribe after all!" Sudrenes stood bewildered, honored as it was, being picked to be a scribe for a grand mage in the white gold tower took weeks to pass. Athrian walked past the still stumped imperial, still trying to piece together what he heard in that letter.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa hold on, I'm not ready to be picked, i still need to take classes that's why i'm here! I can't be a scribe, not now!"
The two rushed out in the snowy city of Bruma, clearly Athrian didn't know what to say about Sudrene's position, but what's done is done. "I'm sorry but the emperor sent for you by name not showing up is, well, not good!"
He called to an imperial officer "Lieutenant, fetch two horses!" the officer bowed and rushed to the stables.
"Wait, I'm going with you?!" Sudrenes asked, perplexed.
Athrian just chuckled in disbelief "yeah you are!". Returning with their mounts, the lieutenant handed them off to the two mages, Athrian mounted his and took the reins firmly in his grip. Sudrenes on the other hand, never really having much practice, mounted the horse in the wrong direction facing the horse's ass. He chuckled nervously after seeing the most disapproving glare from the master mage, correcting himself he sat the right way and took the reins in his hands. They were soon off both trotting to their destination in hopes to find answers they sought.
"So tell me, where are we going?" Sudrenes called out, though having a slight inkling on where they might be headed.
"To the imperial city, my imperial friend" he called back, enjoying the horse ride to their destination, he always loved riding horses, it was always serene and quiet.
Sudrenes soon asked a question Athrian himself was questioning "why, why are headed there!?" Athrian glared in the direction of the imperial city, the capital and seat of the empire and emperor. The seat on where he'll get his answers 'why indeed'.
Prologue end, tell me what you think, please R&R on what you think.