Who Needs an Education?
Stelm: This is my first story (that I have a good feeling about). If you have any suggestion PLEASE voice them. This should be a fairly long story so be ready. Without further a due the Dragonborn College of Magicka: Class of 4E 244.
The Dragonborn College of Magicka. Sounds like a great name doesn't it. You'd think we'd have the smartest people here… well skip that point, we're not complete idiots. You'd think that we'd have found a new dragonborn every time we looked around. You'd think that went such a grand name we would located on top of a pretty cloud. None of these things other than that first one were close to the truth. First we were located in the renovated ruins of a place formally known as Helgen, aka the dullest place in all of Tamriel. Next to it was Riverwood the second dullest place in the universe.
We hadn't found a dragonborn in 10 years. Since the school opened up 40 years ago however we have found six dragonborn. Not too good of one's but we found them surely enough. BD (Big Dragonborn) aka the Nord who killed Aldiun, was the leader of them all. We were lucky to have so many dragonborn in one era. The greybeards told us in our visits that the fourth era is a special one. Aldiun's death brought an increase in dragonborns produced.
We had a lot of good wizards and compared to the handful of people that attended College of Winterhold to the north we were more than slightly superior. One of the big things we had on them was that throughout the course of the four years we worked on one certain shout that we signed up for during the beginning of our stay at the college. BD decided that since he had discovered his powers in his early twenties that other's would too. So to graduate we were put to the test. We were set in a magic muted area and were told to perform the shout we signed up to learn in the beginning. If we did one successfully we graduated and here was the weird thing. We left and never had to come back. With the degree we could join the Imperial Special Forces or any other government's special force. The degree also meant any leader in any province with any sense would have their knees kicked in to have us; we were quite famous (at least the school was). Mostly due to the action of BD than the actions of our school, because if our school was ever looked at the public would know that 50% of the people here were either too-stuck-to- up-see there-own-ass or complete idiots with septims.
A few days before you do any of that you and a group of 5 are sent to fight a preferable weak dragon anywhere in Tamriel. If you captured the dragon's soul then you would be told to join BD and his crew of dragonborns.
DCM had a more few good things about it. We had a two times more imperial funding than the Arcane University did before it was disbanded. For one we got to take trips via teleport crew. This is how it worked, we had group of middle-aged mages in this chamber. They would give us ring. It would tell the college where we were. All I had to do was tap the ring three times in a certain rhythm shown to us our first day at the college. The only time we had a curfew was on weekdays. Fridas and Loredas we could stay out as long as we wanted.
I remember the first time I went to Riften for the weekend. I saw a bosmer girl get raped and an argonian get his tail get cut clean off. I went right home after that second one, damn Khajiit with their racist violence. I almost got up to defend one of my own but I decided against it. The Khajiit had three more of his kind behind him. The second time I went was the end of my 2nd year at the college. I got drunk as hell from black-briar mead and high as hell off of skooma. The two brought me in bed with two bosmer whores. Had to transmute two of the iron plates in my inn room to gold to be able to pay them off. The last time I went there I joined up with this crew of argonian dock workers. We did this skooma job and when things got a little bit tricky I flashed some magic and they figured I was the best mage on this side of Tamriel. It wasn't that I abused my magical powers; I just liked the recognition is all. Plus when I did move some skooma I got a good bit of jingle in my pockets.
My parents couldn't do everything. They were both back in Argonia. They moved to Morrowind when I was born to help control the new land. They were well off. My dad was a retired warrior and my mom was the manager of an excavation operation in Morrowind. Her miners hit ebony and my parents were able to pay my way to Skyrim and to attend the College.
So here I was. Our third year mid-season test was coming up soon. I was in my dorm room studying, pretty nice place. One of my three roommates specialized in the Alchemy course and had made a perfect smelling potion that had been sprayed across our room. It was a permanent smell and the only thing that could overpower it was smoke and spoiled milk. The alchemist's name was Ennis, he was a Breton. Short & stubby sort of guy, had a lot of holes in his face and kept short wavy hair. He usually kept his facial hair smoothly shaved except for his chin, where he kept a medium height patch of hair.
I figured most people were at the arena (yah we were paid like that). It was a good size. It could comfortable hold all of school plus 25 more people who might want to play spectator. We had about 250 people at the college. It was crazy. People from Tamriel and beyond were here. We took up so much room Riverwood was just 10 kilometers outside our campus walls. Well anyway every first Fridas night of the month we had the option to go to this arena. Usually we went there for announcements and such but on the first Fridas we would go there to see a few of the more destructive people in our college go up against people from other colleges. Seeing as we were the only college in Tamriel who had a campus as large as ours we always played the role of host.
Tonight I knew my other two roommates were participating. A redgaurd man named Jarod teamed up with a Nord named Kobin; a perfect combination. Jarod specialized in alteration and took illusion as a secondary course (plus the other things we had to take to be considered DCM graduates). Kobin specialized in conjuration and took restoration as a secondary course. Jarod was fast and used alteration to harden his fist, and then blind you by throwing magelight in your face and by the time you've gotten your senses together he would be invisible. Next thing you know you'll be pummeled by thin air.
Kobin wasn't an abnormal Nord. He wanted to be in the heat of the action. He would set up a ward when there was a firebolt or something of that class being thrown at him and then conjure up two war axes to start chopping you up. If you got him good he would just heal himself and keep hacking. Good roommates if you asked me.
I specialized in destruction and took illusion as a secondary course. The guys wanted me to join them but I couldn't. I was about to fail alchemy and I truly wished Ennis was here, he was a whiz at this stuff. When would I ever need this? Couldn't I just buy some potions from a merchant? Enchanting was pretty hard for me too. Our instructor Ms. Aerin always told me to use my raw magic. Could never do it right.
The only other class I had was Archery. It was really stupid seeing that it was more of a warrior's tool, but I could understand it. Everybody here was training to service their land (Empire, Redgaurd nation, Elsweyr Confederacy, Argonia, Aldmeri Dominion) in some sort of way. The school was considered a neutral point. If all of Tamriel went to war with each other we were suppose to go on as scheduled. All of the provinces tipped their share into the college; most of it however came from the Empire. That being so the flags of all the countries were shown at the gates, Empire being at the center.
Like I was saying before five classes and I had a test on one every one plus a major exam on everything. I would be paired up with random third years. It would take place in the deserts of Elsweyr. This was a pre-test; we would take a similar one with similar students at the end of Second Seed. We were worked like dogs, damn BD if he didn't want me in his group of
Damn I needed to relax. The perfect idea popped into my head. We had this pool about the size of a normal Nordic house. Seeing as most people were at the arena I decided to put down my copy of Herbalist's Guide to Skyrim and started storming out of my room. We had to climb up stairs to get to the campus grounds. It was the only way we could fit as many people in one place at one time. Each underground floor had about 10 floors. There were two buildings one for boys and girls, the bitchiest decision ever. Only the 4th years got the above ground part of the architectural master piece. We had pretty wide stairs to get to the ground floor lobby area. Not a lot of traffic as I thought and by the time I got outside I nodded my head in satisfaction. Except for a few anti-social wonderers the roads of Dragonborn College of Magicka were clear. Didn't know if it was the bone shilling cold or the arena events.
As I headed to the pool I decided to telepathically communicate with, Jarod, their fight had to be over by now. All roommates had a telepathic ring. It would send out a vibration when someone wanted to communicate with someone. A lobby conversation would ring and the person would be unconscious as long as the group conversation lasted. The receiver would touch it to begin the conversation. You didn't know how hard it was to walk straight and talk to one person at the same time.
"Jarod you finished?" I asked as Jarod picked up.
"Yah, yah, those College of Whispers bastards are strong. We beat them barely. Did Kreb give you the septims for the win yet?" Jarod asked out of breath, I did hear those guys were good, didn't know they were good enough to wear out a guy like Jarod though. He almost always won.
"No not yet I'll be back at the dorm in a second. Just gone to take a dip." I said getting closer and closer to my destination. Just passed the Helgen Memorial and took a right. Why did our college have to be so damn big?
Jarod didn't answer he just clicked off and I continued to make my way to the pool. When I got there I sighed in relief. Nobody there. All I had on me were my orange mage robes. I slipped them off easily and froze up seconds after it. I forgot that I'd put a warmth spell on it. It was freezing! I ran to the pool and already started to warm up the pool. I could see the ice top melt off quickly and as I increased my magic I could see the steam. I slipped in quickly and reveled in the feeling of warmth. Like all Argonians I was cold blooded a good mixture of heat and coldness were perfect. I raised my head out of the water and decided that I would do a flip just to please myself. I did so and as I turned upside down I decided to touch the bottom, hell it was only a 6 foot tall pool and I was 5'9. As my fingers closed in on the bottom I felt myself getting cold. I thought it before it happened.
Oh shit! I thought to myself as my blood seemed to freeze up. Ice formed on my whole body. The force of it, I knew it was a frost rune. It blasted me out of the water I was flung to the back of a nearby building and onto the stone grounds. The cold of the water still on me and the environment caused my blood to drop to a dangerous temperature. I heated myself up but it hurt even more. So I did it slowly. As my eyesight came back to me I saw what was happening. Damn it, couldn't move anything at this temperature, my energy was drained, well at least all of it was trying to keep me alive.
"Ha! Dumb Zizzard. Haven't you learned to look before you jumped?" A quite proper voice said from where I put my clothes.
As I looked I saw that it was my arch-enemy. The biggest prick in the whole damn school. He was a high elf named Timmerman and thought he was the best mage in all of Tamriel. Just because he was the first one of our class to shout two years ago. It was the firebreath shout and he felt it was the best shout ever. So when he set up a celebration party the following night I decided to sneak out to the Great Plains. There I killed a giant and cut off his sexual organ and placed it in Timmerman's celebration cake. So the day of the celebration I snuck into the party (that I wasn't invited to) and waited for the Altmer to ready himself for desert. It was when Timmerman was closest to the cake did I lift it into the then 1st year's face. The troll penis hit the Altmer dead in the mouth. As everybody saw what was going I proudly said, "Nice Penis". Then I laughed my way back into my dorm. Everybody called him Penis Mouth for the rest of year. I was the only one who still called him that.
"One it's Zuvejjet. Two I have to clap for you Penis Mouth, you finally learned how to perform a simple rune." I said trying my best to clap and smile as my heat got as normal as it would without my cloak. I damned myself that I was only in trousers.
"Shut the…fuck up!" The Altmer said his whole demeanor changing as he launched three balls of fire towards me. You could never know if balls of fire were fireballs or fire bolts so to be careful I casted oakflesh and steadfast ward. A heavy explosion blew up in front of me. How could nobody notice all of this? The blast only knocked me back a few feet. I had something for him though. I conjured up a fire atronach and it immediately attacked the Altmer. I knew the Altmer had a weakness to the elements and I figured that we were in the same place. We had the same weakness seeing that I might blood might just boil through my skin if I took on enough heat.
The atronach got a few hits in on the Altmer before it was dispatched by a few ice spikes. By that time I had flashed myself a few feet from the Altmer. My fist was already ready to burn through the guys face. The Altmer looked surprise at first but soon counter-attacked with a tight wrist hold. As he did I used magelight to blind the altmer making him stumbled backwards. While the Altmer was distracted I sent three lightning bolts his way. The guy took on all three and stumbled to the ground. I breathed a very victorious breath but it was cut short when the black haired man quickly got up and threw a quick fireball my way and I shouted.
"TIID!" I roared from the center of my soul and while time slowed I dodged the fireball with a quick roll, well a slow one seeing as the world was moving in slow motion. As soon as I got up though the blue hue that covered my eyes disappeared and I saw the Altmer smile.
"So baby boy finally learned to shout, or is it more like whimper?" Timmerman said smirking and laughing in his weird prick way.
"I think your roommates would know about your whimpering than me." I said keeping a cold face the whole time. Might be because my jaw and throat always hurt after a shout, or maybe because I was freezing cold, had to keep my heat up.
"Let's try this whimpering out then." Timmerman said grinning wildly as he opened his mouth for a shout. I tried to shout again but I knew my voice would crack if I tried it so soon. Voice cracks could easily send me to the restoration center for half a month.
"YOL….TOOR!" The Altmer said and my heart skipped a beat. Did he just say two parts of a shout? I didn't have time to dwell on it because a second later fire consumed my body and I stumbled into the pool. The quick change of temperature almost caused me to pass out. I regained my consciousness due to my magic. However it was a full minute until I was mobile. I got up out of the water and saw that my orange robe was gone. I swear to the nine devines that I was going to burn that elve's face off before I'd let him keep my orange robe.
As I started to walk away from the pool I saw a crowd of obvious first years (seeing as you had to be a certain age to start at the college). They screamed as they yelled I could hear the words, 'he shouted twice!' and 'Dragonborn!' Damn what had I gotten my scaly ass into?
Stelm: Well that was a good start if you ask me. All came from the top of the dome so well there you. Next chapter you will see your new favorite Argonian's other life. His Riften life.