Chapter 11: Cemetery Drive
(A/N: Fangz for the likes guys!!!! OMFG Raven gets to go on her Firts quest! Finally!!)
I back to the Arcananam with Onmind as soon as I could. He was nervous because the libarian scares him and I was scared because I was gonna be suspended if I fail my task.
There was an old orc man sitting behind a big desk in the center of the room. He had dark green skin and a long white beard. He was wearing orangey brown mage robes and he had fangz that came out of his jaw. I started at him for a long time becauE I still wasn't used to seeing Orcs. It was Urgog Go-Scrub the liberarian, or the lure-master as the other mages call him.
"You two again? Back so soon, eh." Urgog said grumpily.
"Master Irwin said I need to show you this," I said to him as I handed him the paperwork that Miracle gave me.
"Let me see that," Urgog grumbled impatiently and opened Mriacle's letter. "Another troublemaker, just as I thought." He said to himself.
Onmund scratched his neck shyly in repose.
"So what do I need to do?" I whined.
"Have you ever heard of Shalidor?" He asked.
I shook my head no.
"Immensely powerful mage, back in the First Era. Had an understanding of magic few have ever matched. He holed himself up in Labyrinthian, and devoted all of his time to research and study. Wrote more than you would imagine possible." Urgog rambled.
Onmind's eyes widened in interest and he listened but I yawned. What a nerd.
"Since then, his writing have been scattered all over Skyrim, but are little use to anyone who can't translate them. I'm one of the few who can. I've heard whispers of more of his work having turned up. If you can track it down, it may prove useful to all of us." Urgog continued.
"Where do I find them?" I said impertinently.
"My leads tell me some mages holed up in the ruins of Ansilvund got their hands on it a while back. It's an ancient Nord tomb in the Rift, way southeast of here. It should be halfway between Windhelm and Riften, if I'm not mistaken. " The orc explained.
Onion frowned when he said it was a tomb.
"You'll need to be careful though. Rumor has it that some necromancers took over the place. Dangerous, no doubt." Urgog warned and Onion looked horrified. "I'll sign off on Mirabelle's document once you've returned with the artifacts." Urgog said.
"Ok" I said. And then me and onion walked out of the arcananaum.
"Of course it's another ancient Nord tomb! Infested with necromancers, too. It's scum like them that give us mages a bad name in Skyrim." Onion complained.
"Where's the Rift?" I asked him.
Onmind took out a map of Skyrim from his pocket and pointed at a mark in the corner.
"This city here is Riften, capital of the Rift. I think Ansilvund should be around here." He pointed at another spot higher up.
"You're not planning on going alone, are you? Urag says it's dangerous. J'Zhargo and I dealt with necromancers before and they're no joke. Plus, the way to the Rift is dangerous itself. I've heard that bears would wander in the roads this time of year." Onmind said worriedly. I was touched.
"Are you coming with me?" I asked him and looked into his limpid blue eyes as I took his hand.
He pulled it away quickly.
"I'm sorry, but I've had my fair share of adventure. I was going to suggest we ask J'Zhargo to come with you. He's better at this kind of thing. Maybe even stop by Windhelm to hire a sellsword for backup." He said.
Tears were welling in my eyes. "Oh."
"I'll make sure to help you prepare for the trip. You want to make sure you have enough food while traveling. Winterhold is awful cold this time of year..." he said awkwardly.
"Ok." I said sadly and I followed him outside into the courtyard.
Suddenly, there was a load roaring noise from the sky and a dargon swooped down over the courtyard! Everyone screamed!
"By Ysmir, the rumors were true!" Onmund exclaimed as he turned pale.
"OMFFG! DARGONS EXIST IN THIS WORLD!!!" I shooted.