Here's chapter two Of Scrolls Effect. Apparently you people like this story and it's the story that had the more follows in two days! It took two weeks for my first story to have that many! You guys rocks! Hope you will like this chapter.
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Yeah I know that it's a little shorter that my previously chapter. I don't know when the next update will be, I just recently found a job.
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Aboard Savos's Soul en route to the citadel
The current archmage of the college of Winterhold and grandmaster of the arcane was pacing nervously inside her private room aboard the ship. Even if she was old, she still had this new found vigor, helping her to formulate a plan for every possibility she could think of while mumbling to herself. It was one of the rare times that she was completely stressed; the last time was during the last oblivion crisis. She was so much focused on her thoughts that she didn't even heard the door opened. She only stopped when she heard someone coughing to catch her attention. She stopped pacing and faced the new person. It was the captain herself, a high elf.
"Grandmaster, we will arrive at the Citadel approximatively in a day." Told the captain to Rola. Hearing this, she sighed in exasperation.
"No ,no ,no. One day is too long. A lot can happen in one day." She quickly said while pacing back and forth again.
"I'm sorry, but we are already pushing the motors pass their limit. " She apologized. At that Rola sighed and fell on a chair while gripping her staff. It's at this moment that she felt really tired and out of breath.
"I'm so tired." She whispered to herself.
"You can dispose. Before you leave, does my escort know of the instruction?" She asked the captain. The Altmer answered by the affirmative and took her leave. When she was alone, she felt more tired than before and before she did anything else, she decided to go and sleep a little in her bed. She sat on it, placed her staff against the wall near her and lied down before being taken into a blissful sleep.
Aboard Savos's soul, at the armory.
Meanwhile at the armory, all of the personal guards of the grandmaster were reunited for a briefing on their mission. There was a holographic board where there was the chief of the guards, a muscled bald imperial man by the name of Quintus. He had a nasty scar on the right side of his face that took his eye, which was currently white. When he was sure that all of them were present, he shouted to have their attention.
"Alright quite chatting among yourself. We are all gathered here to guaranty the protection of the grandmaster Rola." He said before being interrupted.
"We already know that chief. That's our job." Said a random member. Quintus groaned at that before snapping at him:
"I wasn't finished. Something big is going to happen, I can smell it. That's not all; she personally gave us specific instructions. So be very attentive because I will not repeat myself." He said. Hearing this, all of the guards became silent and serious. He waited a little before turning around and starting writing on the board while telling them those instructions
"Listen, at any time you must keep your head covered with you helmet or mask when she will told us to. Whatever happens you will not show your face. Secondly, two of you will accompany me to be her personal escort while we are on the citadel. The others you will be ready at any moment noticed if it turnssour." He said before adding the name of the one who will accompany him.
"Harald and Shum gro-Gor you will be with me." Said Quintus, choosing to take two of the veterans. Two people walked at the front of the crowd. One was an orc with a lot of earrings and the other was an aging Nord that started to have some gray here and there in his beard and hair. They both saluted their superior before being told to meet Quintus at the airlock tomorrow. After that all of them were dismissed and everyone went on their own. However two stayed. One was the Khajiit with golden fur that accompanied Rola towards the spaceport. The other was a female dark elf with red eyes and blood red face paint. The latter approach the former.
"Zahr-Do, do you know what's going on'" She asked him. He didn't answer directly. He started to take care of his equipment before answering her.
"This one does not know but can confirm what the chief said. He too can feel something big is going to happen, Adusamsi" Zahr-Do told her.
"Yeah, I can also feel it. Everyone on the ship is tense, like waiting for something, what I don't know." She paused before saying:
"I was literally thrown out of my bed by the chief when he suddenly barged inside the dorm with the second in command. He didn't even explain a thing he just said "Get ready, we are leaving now." And he just leaved. I just had the time to change and put on my armor. And you, where were you?" She asked her colleague. He looked up from his crossbow and answered:
"This one was on shift and so already prepared." He simply said to Adusamsi before returning to maintaining his crossbow.
"Well if you want to join me later, I will be at the mess." She told him before leaving.
Aboard Savos's soul, private room of Rola
During her sleep, Rola saw images of her past in dreams. One in particular was persistent. It was when she had to hold a council with all the party involved in the civil war that was ravaging through skyrim, to find a solution at the dragon menace that was over them. The council was inside the High Hrothgar, monastery of the Greybeards and neutral ground.
She was sitting at the table where imperials and stromcloaks were reunited. She currently was gripping her head in frustration. She was starting regretting doing it because both sides were shouting at each other demands and insults in disguise. Inside she knew it would become quickly a mess but she needed that to have the help of Balgruuf the Great to capture a dragon. It was not the worse, quickly, both party turned to her and asked that she took their side to help them win the arguments. This was the last drop. She didn't take a side and she will not take a side now. The only thing that she cared about was, of course to save the world, and foremost her new found responsibility that was the college of Winterhold. She got up and slammed her fist against the table made of stone.
"ENOUGH!" She shouted, making tremble all of the mountain and even, by some, all of skyrim. Everyone stopped what they were doing: Ulfric, Tullius all of the representatives were blown off their chairs. Arngeir and the rest of the Greybeards were looking at her with their mouths agape and their eyes opened wide in disbelief.
"Don't you see the danger we are in? If we don't do something now the world that we know will be destroyed and you, you are arguing like children." She shouted at them.
"Miss Dragonborn…" Tried to say Ulfric but Rola didn't let him finish.
"SHUT UP! Both of you." She told Tullius and Ulfric before continuing.
"I will not take any side beside the fate of the world and my college. What I want you to do are to behave as leaders that have a common goal, the fate of the world. Forget just this once your quarrels with each other, please." She begged them. All she was met was silence. The Greybeards were still shocked; Tullius had taken back his place and seemed to think about it. Ulfric on the other hand was astonished by it. She felt bad about shouting at him like that but she her opinions still stood. He looked at her before finally nodding with his eyes closed.
She woke up from her dream seeing the grey as stone of the ceiling of her private room. She felt rested. She got up from her bed looking at her clock. She saw that normally they should arrive soon and decided to wash herself. After she took her shower she dressed herself with some black robes with gold trims, armored gloves with some sorts of spikes on them and some sort of shoulder guards. And the last piece of the set was a mask in golden color that had a strange shape. She didn't put on the mask directly; she hanged it at the belt. She gripped her staff and walked out of her room. She walked towards the elevator and took it towards the main bridges. Arriving at destination, she walked at the helm to see the captain. When the door opened, the Altmer saw that it was the grandmaster and saluted her.
"We will arrive shortly." She told Rola. At that she nodded before leaving towards the airlock to not waste any time when they will arrive. Arriving there, she was greeted by the sight of three imposing figures wearing from head to toe the new model of deadric armor. This model had les spikes than the original but that didn't mean it was less intimidating. It integrated mass effect technology so that meant shields and with it, its holder could work in hostile environment. However to not look too intimidating, they didn't wear their helmets.
" Harald, Shum gro-Gor, Quintus." She greeted all of them. They saluted her with a "Grandmaster." After that, Quintus walked towards her and told the archamge:
"The Blades are waiting for your orders ma'am." It must be said, the Blades were now the guards of the grandmaster of the Arcane. It was true that they were the guards of the emperor before the first Oblivion crisis. However their first objectives were to protect all people having the dragon blood inside their veins and the destruction of the dragons. It was known by a lot that they were "officially" disassemble in 4E 175. However two of them survived and decided to help the dragonborn to stop Alduin, the world eater. However, as stated before, they second objective was the annihilation of all dragons, and by that it meant to kill Paarthurnax, chief of the order of monks known as the Greybeards. However, the dragonborn had befriended the old dragon, and so it leaded into a conflict with the Blades. Finally, after some rough negotiation and threats, Rola manage to convince no to kill him.
"For now, you can keep your head uncovered. Beyond that, keep doing your job." She told them before the helmsman spoke threw the speaker saying that they arrived and they could go. Rola, with her escort, waited for the airlock to open before they started walking before taking the bane of all livings being, the elevator of the citadel. That was one of the few things that Rola, archmage and grandmaster of the arcane, hated the most in this universe. However, a few years back, following an accident involving the destruction of a perfect soul gem inside the gears of a random machine, Rola discovered the propriety of booster that were soul gems for mass effect technology but only temporary. Of course she didn't tell anyone, because if she did, she was sure than the demand will exploded and she didn't want that, the soul gems were already rare.
She took one soul gem from her bag and destroyed it, releasing its soul into the system of the lift, accelerating the elevator. Being professional, her guards didn't even show it that they were surprised. When the lift finally stopped and the door opened, she and her escort didn't waste any time and walked towards the nearest sky car station. Of course they were stopped by C-sec agents but Rola just show them the permission she obtained by the asari councilor. But of course they had to be picky and started scanning it to see if it was a false or not. She didn't have time for this so she used her many years of speech experience (that was quite a lot). She convinced them to let it slide and started to continue her journey again, still being followed by her three guards as if they were her shadow. Arriving at the terminal, she called for a car to take her directly at the embassy.
Arriving at destination, she walked towards the empire embassy where a female Argonian accompanied by an asari, were waiting for her. She recognized them both. The first was on the best diplomats than the empire had. She was called Wusha Wide-eye and had deep green scales. The asari was an old acquaintance of the archmage. She was in fact Javi, the asari with she had made first contact.
"Wusha, Javi." She greeted the both of them. The greeted her back. Wasting no time, she started explain them the situation at hand and what she did want from them.
"Wusha, I will need you to help me convice the turian hierarchy to withdraw their troops from the battle and to have them at a summit with this new species. And that's why I need you Javi, you will be the interpret for it. You can already go to my ship, I already told them that you will come, you just need to show them your identity and they will let you aboard. Harald, you will accompany her." She told. They all nodded before the asari diplomate, followed by the nord, started walking to take a sky car. Rola and Wide-eyes with Quintus and Shum gro-Gor walked towards the elevator that leaded towards the council chamber.
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On Nirn, College of Winterhold
It was an average for the College, when the sun rose, it suddenly became alive. People woke up and started their day by going to the mess hall, were students and professors alike took their first meal of the day. The room was in stone. It was one the first thing that Rola ordered to build when she became the archmage after the incident with the eye of Magnus. Of course after the years, the mess hall had been modified to fill the growing need of the college. But it still was in stone. And like every morning the mess was filled with the noise of discussion among the students and the teacher corps. And in the middle of it was a lonely figure in a corner that was currently eating some stew while she was reading a book at the same time. The figure was a woman with her hood down, letting her asari heritages be shown to the rest of the world. She wore gloves to warm her hands. Even if the walls were enchanted to keep the warm, these enchantments were starting to get old and needed to be replaced. However even if the staff wanted to do it, they never had the time. They were always something to do, like taking care of the paper works that generated the college, organized trips outside the college or even stopped the possible conflict between the students.
The asari was going to bring her spoon to her mouth when she heard some students talking about her current master.
"Hey did you hear? Apparently the archmage left the college and she was in a hurry." One students said before another one added:
"Hey and all of the blades presents accompanied her. It's true; when I walked in front of their barracks it was empty. "
"Do you think perhaps it's because of a new Oblivion crisis?" Asked one.
"Don't be ridiculous, if it was, it would everywhere on the news." The asari was also curious of the reasons why her master was away but before she could dwell on that, she saw an argonian maid passing by.
"Excuse me." She called at the argonian. Hearing that someone was calling her, the female argonian approach the asari student.
"Yes, how may I help you?" Asked the maid.
"Could you please fill my cup again of some milk please?" She politely asked. Of course, the maid was not the only one who heard her. The maid didn't mind it and pour some from the pitcher shew was carrying on a trolley. However the asari heard someone muttered "tch, milk drinker". That was probably a Nord. Hearing this, her shoulder lowered while she was drinking her milk. After finishing it, she left her cup and bowl at the table, took the book she was reading and got up before she walked out of the mess hall. She took the stairs leading towards the Arcaneum . Arriving there, she found the place she occupied yesterday and sat. And so she started her session of studies.
After some hours of work, she finished analyzing, writing and commenting about the books she read that were about the dwemer and their link with the different race of mere, she was interrupt by a voice calling her:
"Lara!" A man in robes called before approaching her. He was Redguard in his thirties. It was professor Frink .
"Hm professor, it's Liara." She timidly said. Even if she was technically older than him, he was her superior in the hierarchy of the college.
"Liara" He corrected himself before continuing." I was searching for you. Have you finished what you wanted to show me?" He asked her.
"Ah yes, I have just finished. Here. But please professor be careful with that, it's the originals." Liara told him before giving the pages she had written.
"Thank you, I will tell you what I thought about it after I read all of it." He said before starting to leave. However Liara interrupted him by quickly asking him:
"Before you leave, Do you know of the whereabouts of the grandmaster?" She asked him. Hearing this, he stopped before thinking aloud:
"The archamge? Hmmm, sorry I don't know. She just leaved so suddenly that she didn't say anything to anyone." He told her truthfully before saying her goodbye and leaving with in his hands the documents that Liara just finished writing. When the asari heard his answer, she sighted in dejection. Suddenly she was reminded when her stomach decided to make itself known she haven't eaten for a while and so she decided to leave the arcaneum to the mess hall to grab a bite. She was walking towards the exit when she heard what seemed to be the news on one of the terminals that were present in the room. When she looked, she could see that a mass of students were amassed around the screen of the terminal.
"… and here's we are joined by our reporter Myria that is currently in front of the elevator that lead to the council chamber". Said an anchorman salarian before the image change and was cut in half. On one side was the anchorman and on the other was the asari reporter. She had deep blue skin standing in front of the camera.
"around 14.00 citadel time, the grandmaster of the arcane of the empire, Rola Dovakhiin, with two member of her personal guards and accompanied by the argonian diplomat Wusha Wide-eyes, had entered the council chambers that was in session with the batrian. Myria, do we know of the reason why she interrupted the council?" Asked the anchorman to his colleague.
"No, we still don't know exactly why, but many theories had been made and the most probable is that it concerns directly the relation between the empire and the citadel. Of course others theories are sometimes farfetched. By some, it concerns a new contact scenario and other think that.." Said the asari reporter before a loud noise, like a bang was heard and all of the area that was nearby was shaking to the ground.
"MEY!" * Could be heard as the noise. When the shaking stopped, the reporter quickly got up. The anchorman salarian was shocked and told to himself:
"What was that?!" he asked in disbelief before he quickly recovered and continu to present the others info.
Liara knew the voice that shouted that word, it was her master.
What's happening? Was what she thought. And it's at this moment that she felt like something would change.
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Mey mean "fool" in draconic.
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