AN/I apologize for how long it has been but life got in the way, updates should become more frequent.
17th of Last Seed, 4E201
First Emissary Elenwen grimaced in distaste as she sipped her wine. Things were not going according to plan and it annoyed her to no end. She did her best to enjoy the rich flavor, but it was sullied by her dour mood. She scoffed in disgust as she looked at the most recent update from her agents near Windhelm. The bright parchment caught the early morning light and seemed to amplify it, as if to give itself greater importance.
Not one, not two, but all three of the Thalmor agents in Windhelm had been discovered and executed. One she could possibly understand. Sometimes an enemy gets lucky. But three? That could only mean one of two things. Either someone sympathetic to the rebellion was extremely clever, or she had a traitor to deal with. Both options were unsavory, but the latter seemed more likely. She just couldn't see any of those brainless brutes discovering trained Dominion spies. If there was someone of such intelligence in Stormcloak's little cult, she would need to find and remove them before they opened his eyes to his true situation. The prospect of a traitor was concerning. None of her agents were young or easily swayed. Just in case, she needed to ensure the loyalty of her spies once more and soon.
"Madame Elenwen?" One of the maidservants called from the doorway.
"Yes, what is it?" Elenwen sighed.
"Master Umbron is here, just as you asked." The girl's nervous speech began to grate on Elenwen's nerves.
"Good, send him in." Elenwen leaned back in her chair and swirled her wine. The door opened a few moments later to reveal Umbron, a thin man with features a bit too angular to be attractive. His unkempt clothing implied that his journey was not a smooth one.
"First Emissary," Umbron gave a deep bow as he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from dis-use.
"Umbron. I trust you have the information I requested?" Elenwen raised her eyebrow at his haggard appearance. It was rather unusual for the scholar.
"Of course, if I may?"
"By all means, begin." Bracing herself for the length of the coming monologue, Elenwen took a deep drink of her wine.
"Well, I took the description you gave of the dragon at Helgen and searched throughout all of our very limited historical record on dragons and found nearly nothing. All I found was mention of a very powerful dragon, perhaps even a ruler of dragons, and a name, Al-Du-In. I then searched for this name throughout our records and found only one mention of any creature with such a name. An old Nordic god of destruction who was foretold to swallow the nords seem to believe that it's the son of Auri-El though they use their name." The scholar paced as he spoke, his excitement plain to see.
"I would rather focus on facts then old barbarian legends and myths. We know for certain that this beast is powerful enough to possibly be a ruler of dragons, but that still doesn't answer where it went or why it spent so long hiding." Elenwen let out a deep sigh. "Continue searching. Find me answers, even if you have to tear apart the Imperial archives to do so."
"Yes madam," Umbron recognized the dismissal for what it was, barely containing the disappointment on his face. Perhaps he wanted a long discussion on the implications of the dragon supposedly being a Nordic god of destruction. A pity, for he would find none here, not with her.
Umbron promptly left, leaving the room in silence once more and leaving Elenwen to her last irritant of the morning, the Orc. Just thinking about the swine brought bubbling rage. They had him. They were going to make an example of him so all of his little rebel friends in Hammerfell would learn what opposing the Dominion meant. But then, that fool Tullius got involved and he had slipped through their fingers again! In an uncharacteristic show of temper, Elenwen slammed her fist on the desk in rage.
Elenwen slowly unclenched her fist as she took a sip of the wine. The Orc was the only active threat to the Dominion's position in Skyrim. Stormcloak may be beginning to see how much the Thalmor truly controlled him, but the pawn was yet to fully realize his lack of agency. The dragon was an unknown and seemed more of a general threat to the world rather than a specific threat to the Dominion. No, the Orc was the only one. If he was allowed to roam Skyrim unchecked, then he would most likely stir up the resting resentment that even the most loyal of Imperial dogs had for the Thalmor and turn it into actionable anger, which very well could unite the province if given enough time. She had no intention of giving him any time at all.
Elenwen pulled a blank piece of parchment from her desk and dipped her quill in ink. The letter would be short and to the point, but it would do its job.
Ondolemar on old irritant from Hammerfall has resurfaced here in Skyrim.
Upon receiving this letter, make post haste to the embassy to receive further information and instructions. Make no delay justicar, the dominion's interests in Skyrim depend upon you.
-First Emissary Elenwen
"Servant!" Elenwen barked.
"Yes, madam?" The human girl spoke timidly as she entered.
"Find a rider to deliver this letter to Ondolemar in Markarth." Elenwen sneered as she sealed the letter in its envelope. "And inform them that it is meant for his eyes only."
"At once, First Emissary." The serving girl took the letter and practically ran away from Elenwen's cold glare. Elenwen allowed herself a grim smile as she stood to look out the window.
No, the Orc would not escape the Dominion and its justice. Not this time.