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Chapter 19
The room gave a calm chill. Normally, people would regard this temperature as 'uncomfortable', but not to Nirn. She sat in the middle of the room, focusing her mind in deep meditation. The first part of the contact spell. Breathing slowly, she began chanting. Vapors formed near her mouth, emitting an eerie glow; perhaps due to the magic being gathered.
Finally, she opened her eyes slowly, but her eyes gave a magical blue glow. She almost seemed blind.
However, through Nirn's eyes, she could see the whole council of the Psijic Order in front of her.
"The spell is complete." She stated.
The wizards nodded, sitting on their high pedestals.
"Now then." The mage on the far right started. He wore the standard green-yellow Psijic order robes, and his voice was old and raspy.
"Let's address the problem of this… Vivec." He finished.
The mage that sat next to him, a much younger mage with long, white hair spoke next.
"From what we have gathered, he is an Altmer mage, possibly a survivor of the Great War. It is likely that he has lived this long due to the effects of vampirism, but we can also confirm that he had cured himself of the condition-"
"Cured himself? Of vampirism?" The mage on the right interrupted. He immediately began coughing afterwards.
The younger mage responded after the coughing had stopped.
"Yes. Believe it or not, curing vampirism is possible. Also, it is not that difficult. It is simply a matter of thinking outside the limits of the mortal mind."
The wizard in the middle, whose face was covered up with a golden mask in the shape of a Dwemer Centurion, spoke next.
"It has been done before. By a Redguard human no less." His voice was deep and monotonous.
"Really? my, my, how impressive." The old elf chuckled to himself.
"Lord Aicmon, please continue." Nirn urged. The spell she was using to meet with them took a strain on her body the longer it lasted. She wanted this to end as fast as possible.
The mage with the white hair nodded, and continued.
"We do not know his true name yet, but from his combat techniques we can assume he is… Or was a Thalmor. His spells are very simple and focused on speed over power – reflective of his battlemage training. Other than that, he seems to have a dangerous amount of arcane knowledge."
"Indeed." The masked elf agreed.
"Not even the order realized such a ritual was possible by using the star of Azura."
"Wasn't the star returned to the priestess?" The elf that sat next to the masked elf questioned. To Nirn's surprise, the elf was a woman. What surprised her even more was the fact that she was the tallest of the elves that were gathered here.
"It seems it was lost during its delivery." The old elf muttered.
"What kind of ritual is this?" Aicmon asked the masked elf.
However, the female elf answered the question instead.
"The one who calls himself 'Vivec' has created what we can only describe as a… 'Artificial Dragonborn.' Though he has gained the knowledge on how to voice a shout, I deduct that it will have taken a toll on his lifespan."
"Yes. I believe I saw some of his blood in the caves." Nirn added.
The female elf nodded and continued:
"This ritual would have given him the power of a dragonborn, but it is only temporary. I suspect that he only has 2-3days left, until the dragon's soul rips him apart from the inside."
The old elf snorted.
"Then we have no quarrel with him. We just have to wait until he dies."
Aicmon smiled.
"I've been waiting on you to do the same, but you've proven me wrong twice already, outliving Nilhael and Andialmo."
The old elf glared at Aicmon, but did not say anything.
The masked elf brought back the order in the room.
"No. We must pursue this 'Vivec.' He has an ulterior motive. If gaining the power of the dragonborn was his goal all along, then why haven't we received any more reports of his attacks?"
A silence fell down unto the council as they nodded and murmured ideas to each other.
Nirn broke the silence.
"I've also received some info earlier this morning."
The mages all looked at her.
"What sort of info?" Aicmon asked.
"There's been a report of a grave robbery in Morrowind."
The old elf frowned.
"How is this relevant?"
"The grave… Was a secret grave guarded heavily by the Dunmer. It belonged to one of the Tribunal."
The female elf's eyes widened.
"Someone… Desecrated the graves?"
"When was this?" The masked elf asked her. His monotonous voice was slightly trembling.
"The grave itself was raided at the same night as when I was felled by 'Vivec'."
The old elf sank back in his seat.
"He planned this."
"Who did the grave belong to?" Aicmon asked.
Nirn was confused. She didn't expect the info to carry much of significance; she had a hunch that she should explain it to the council, and she was only following her gut.
"The grave belonged to Sotha Sil.
The masked elf stood up from his pedestal.
"Nirn, continue the pursuit of 'Vivec' as soon as possible. Aicmon, see to that she gains as much support as we can send her. Sanydil and Sirina, follow me."
Nirn frowned.
"What's happening? What does this mean?" She asked frantically.
Aicmon was about to answer her and opened his mouth, when the blue magical projection disappeared, leaving a cloud of blue dust.
In the college room, Nirn's eyes fluttered, and returned their normal color. She began panting and sweating rapidly, and she passed out in her bed.
End of Chapter 19