STELM: OK guys and gals I'm back on this project. If you follow me you'd know that I have more than one project going. That plus me milking the summer for all it's worth.
The Old Province 1
"So the famous Two Shouts strikes again." The Nord administrator started shaking his head. His name was Karran. The name always made me giggle just a little bit. I mean who names their child Karran?
"Four mages killed. 3 second years and one last year." Our Redguard administrator stated as if he was a herald. I believe his name was Abba-Jarul. Nothing funny about him. So I sat in my chair silent, I was truly sorry for the deaths though. How their corpses are always laid on my doorsteps was a mystery I still didn't understand.
"Most would consider this an act of terrorism. It's strange how you are always in the mix. Really strange." The Thalmor administrator said looking at me inquisitively. Her name was Enderia Valeria. She always thought I was some freedom fighter posed as a laid back normal student. The truth was I was just trying to make it through, nothing more nothing less. Well maybe little less on the work side. Maybe a bit more fun was left to milk out the rest of my college years. It sure as hell would be better than living in the competitive world of being a magician.
"I promise these guys were from that Altmer bitch." I said adding a little vigor to that last naughty word. The Altmer girl thought she was better than everybody and now she was going to pay.
"She has already been suspended and held for questioning. Mind your language Zuvejjet; this is not a sail boat." The Thalmor replied calmly and calculated. I knew I needed to get her off her "professional" pedestal, I knew it would tip the scale in my favor.
"So you Thalmor finally start interrogating yourselves. Maybe you'll find a Talos tattoo on her ass." I said ignoring her last request, oomph being added to the last word. That set her off.
"What we do out of this college is out of this conversation! What matters here is that in the past few months violence has escalated and a majority of the administrating staff has decided to suspend you from campus for a half month." The Thalmor said her face growing contorted. She was fuming. The speech made every other administrator sit still and quiet. Half of the administrators weren't there in reality. They were just images created by magical crystals. Wherever they were they were all more into this conversation than me. I was just told to leave; I had no fucking where to go. Except maybe Durabo's place
"That's shit." I said bluntly, I couldn't have been the only one who thought this was a bad deal.
"Your attitude matches that exact statement." The magical image of the Wood Elf administrator said still keeping his ugly grimace on. Probably thought he was one clever guy.
"Hard to act civil when I've received oh so terrible news." I said mocking a generic Altmer's voice. Sitting up in my seat and holding my head high. The administrators didn't think it was too funny.
"So you think you're the next dragonborn. You think you can do anything you want?" The Orc administrator said and I couldn't help but laugh on the inside at the man's crude understanding of the situation.
"I told you I'm not the dragonborn. I'm just trying to float on." I said quoting a Humble Skeever song.
"Flat on? You caused innocent mages to die. You have no control." The Orc representative said scolding me.
"At least my people have moved past the tribal stage of civilization." I said and the Khajiit administrator jumped in and decided to side with the opposing side as always.
"This guy thinks he's a comedian! Look kid you've started all this shit. Get the fuck out of our college." The Khajiit administrator said in a perfect Imperial language. Damn did I hate that man, he was about to piss me the fuck off.
"Lo'Rian!" Enderia said questioning the man's choice of words; it was on the faces of everybody in the room. I just wanted to slit his throat right there; too bad he wasn't really there.
"I don't give a fuck about what that low life has to say. Anything he has to say he can say to my face, in person." I said standing up and looking at the cat who's eyes went to slits. Then he disappeared, dismissing himself from the meeting.
"Now back to the original conversation…" Fosson the Wood Elf administrator said trying to lighten up the mood. I quickly cut him off.
"Uh uh, not a conversation. You all are telling me to sell myself for money out in some dark alleyway in Riften." I asked hoping to disgust the congregation before I do anything. It felt like I was slowly crashing down in my head. What was that feeling called? Probably because I was in a coma for two days, I just don't know what the after effects are called. Whatever they were they were making me feel weird.
"We are doing nothing of the such." Enderia said visually offended at the statement.
"You have a lot of family Zuvejjet. Go back to the homeland." The Argonian representative said in his old aged voice.
"Why would I do something like that?" I asked even though I knew that I needed to see my parents at some point in the year.
"You need the culture. You probably don't know what your name means in Jel. Young root I doubt you even know half of our language. We worked hard through the years so you could be here now. You have so much potential." The elder Argonian's magical projection said wisely. I would have argued with him but I was about through. It was early in the morning and I had packing to do.
"Yah yah, culture trip. Hope nobody gets killed while I'm there, the body might just get thrown in bed with me." I said glaring at the members of the College administration. The Dunmer representative giving me a passive look back, it was like he was content with the events, just a regular day for him. Doviar Lorreli, was definitely the quietist out of the bunch.
"Your culture is nothing to be ashamed of." Ontamian the elder Argonian said shaking his head.
"Whatever." I said showing my back to the administration. I walked through the all white hallways of the administration building. Painting and bust of famous magicians lined the hallways, some of them came from here, and the rest were just famous for being famous. One day I hoped to be able to shine these guy's shoes then put a dagger to their temple. All famous magicians were buttholes, at least the ones I knew.
I walked out the administration building a little hollow. They I had awaken me a few hours ago. Now I was going to have to fend off for myself in Argonia. My family lived in the prosperous province of Morrowind they weren't exactly on my places to go list.
As students walked the walkways of the college I could only think, these guys had no clue. I was going to rise on top quick. Definitely over the summer. The dragonborn training would do wonders for my Thu'um.
2 hours later…
"Curio." I called out to my baby chaurus who swiftly crawled up my leg, around my torso, and onto the pointy hat that I had to take with me. It was enchanted with a clear head spell. It gave me a clear head; I needed it more now more than ever.
I was walking to the caravan terminal currently and couldn't wait to take this little break from school. I didn't know if it was the hat or just that I had a lot of time for myself coming in the next couple of weeks. The terminal proved to be the easiest way out of the province without all the stress on my teleportation bill (yes the college charges us for everything). Plus this wasn't a field trip; I'd be on my own. I was minutes away the college by this time and my bags were starting to lose their light weight enchantment. Gosh I sucked at enchanting.
"So let's talk lizard!" A voice said from a very close distant, how could I miss it. I wasn't able to turn around before I was pushed from behind. My lizard like acrobatic training allowed me to humbly fall on the dirt road like a chump.
"What's happening?" I asked my unknown assaulter as my bags flew out my hands. Leaving me on the floor with my baby charause who scurried off to a nearby tree. What a help.
"Hah look who has a little pet. Gonna have to tell the guys about this illegal dorm guest." The Khajiit administrator said revealing himself out of a crowd of his fellow feline companions.
"Fuck you! What do you want? I was just leaving." I said not wanting any problems. I knew I was going to get real angry soon. My top was off.
"Just wanted to put you in your place!" Lo'Rian said before they walked past or more specifically ON me just as I was trying to get up, the push somehow stunned me. Lo'Rian just wouldn't leave it at that, he sent a big wet glob of his spent in my face kicking dirt up purposely as he walked away laughing with his friends.
I felt my whole body lose control, "No the fuck he didn't" I thought in my head. So I got up not even worrying about the saliva traveling along my snout. I magicly conjured up a large jagged rock and threw it fast at the largest cat I could see. The rock struck him and the head and he dropped like… the dirty bastard he was and the four other cats looked at the spectacle with astonishment. They then looked at me with pure hate.
They ran at me pulling out clubs and readied their claws. I tried to conjure up a blade to protect myself but I was too late, they were on me. One of the smaller goons was the first to tackle me with surprising strength right to the ground.
The fight was over then and there. The rest of the Khajiits quickly began to tear at my flesh and break my bones with the club. It was a half minute into the beating did I try to make shout form, only barely succeeding to make the world slow down, something I hadn't done since the double shouting incident. I took the nearest swinging club and redirected it freeing myself as I kicked another Khajiit in the head. I then quickly tried to conjure up my own blade but failed remembering that shouting and casting was an almost impossible feat. So I just got my now heavy bags and my baby chaurus as he managed to slowly make his way to me.
"Look who learned how to shout!" Lo'Rian jeered as I hobbled away from the beating.
Knowing I'd never outrun the Khajiits like this so I set down a smoke screen rune, and then began to heal myself on the run. Wasn't exactly my forte but it was crucial if I was to out run these guys. A few seconds of running later and the rune blew up. The smoke obscuring my own vision before I sprinted out the cloud. The weak healing spells I casted on myself while I made my way to the caravan terminal managed to heal my broken bones just enough. The insect chittering in my ear the whole way to the terminal. Trust me when I say that shouting doesn't do well for your respiration system and your nerves.
It only took a few minutes for me to get there. By that time the Khajiit were gone and they knew they couldn't brawl on a caravan. What type of idiots would try to do that?
4 hours later…
"So the chauri reacted negatively to the food the Falmer gave them, it aided their menacing black color. The Falmer soon used this to punish the young chauri who then were raised to hate everything the Falmer hated. Human slaves being used as hunting targets until the chauri grew up to be that way, raising their young to do the same. So in reality if you keep Curio away from older chauri until he grows to be at least 4 years old which is only 6 months in regular time. You see chauri have a very short lived life." A fellow caravan rider explained adding on to his vast knowledge of the chauri. We had been talking for a good 30 minutes before this.
"So why is he such a…wimp right now?" I asked refraining from using profanity for once in my life. Referring to the time I got my ass whopped by the administrator and his certainly swell buddies.
"He's only but a babe but I do have to ask. Why the name Curio." The anthropologist asked. His name was Doctor Jerrick, he was a scrawny nord. A smart one though
"He was a magician who found the power to control small animals and his close followers alike. His whole name was Curiosian Valria Kessle. We had to do a report on a famous magician back in my first year. I picked him, pretty good read." I explained to the scrawny nord, who looked at me with great admiration. So I had read a few good books, didn't mean I was a dragonslayer.
"Amazing. Do all students at the college have pets like this?" The anthropologist asked and I shook my head.
"Curio was the only one that didn't get smashed." I said crushing the man's hope to find other ripe eggs that he could raise to be adults like he knew best.
"What do you feed the little specimen?" The anthropologist asked looking at the critter as it moved around the caravan, ignorant of the annoyance of the passengers.
"Uhh, I usually just feed it soft things. Then give him a bowl of water." I said hoping that was the best way to feed a baby chaurus.
"No if you keep up like that then Curio will grow up skinny and weak. What you need to feed him is nirnroot. There's a special nirnroot down in the deepest depths of earth called crimson nirnroot. The root would give the young chaurase a real boost towards his growth." The scientist said and I sighed in relief. We had plenty nirnroot in the alchemy storage. I just needed to sneak in there one day and steal a few nirnroots. Matter of fact I could just get someone steal it while I was gone. Ennis could probably make it three times better for the little guy. Thinking on my ass I tapped my communication ring and after three tries Jarod picked up.
"Hey Jarod you still at the college?" I asked Jarod before he could say anything.
"Yah where did you go nobody saw you leave the healing building but when me and Ennis wanted to check on you, Kobin, and Serah. We only saw Kobin and Serah. Where did you run off to?" The redgaurd asked impatiently, like he was the one who blacked out; he only suffered a few cuts and bruises.
"The administration board put the blame all on me. Go figure." I said complacently while the passengers wondered who I was talking to in a dazed state like this. They weren't used to this technology.
" Damn. So where you fleeing off to?" The fighter asked in a caring tone.
"Argonia. Old Oldie thinks I need to get back to my roots." I said name dropping the old argonians nickname.
"So what you need from me?" Jarod asked getting straight to the point.
"I need you to get into the alchemist storage room. I need about 8 nirnroots. Then get Ennis to spice it up, make it good for Curio. Just talked to a guy who told me it was good for him. Just do a little reading on natural cave plants, mix the nirnroot with that. If you need to do some reading I got a few books from the library, they're still on my bed." I explained while Jarod uttered noises of understanding.
"Ok come back sss..." Jarod began to say before the caravan tipped over, causing me to fal, the wall of the caravan hitting me on the side of my head, where my hearing tissue was located. The whole vehicle and its contents were now packed onto each other. Bags and such causing an even worse situation.
Due to the abrupt interruption of my telepathic connection I had a head splitting headache and the room was getting fuzzy real fast. Next thing you know people were screaming and it did nothing to ebb the pain now attacking my brain. I could still hear bits of Jarod's voice but those bits weren't anything recognizable.
"Jet where the fuck is Jet?" I heard somebody scream to the caravan leader. I managed to somehow climb out a caravan window and roll off the overturned caravan cart and onto the wet dirt road with a splat. Damn, these were my good robes. I then tried my best to escape, guess my luck never showed it's face.
"Jet there you are! Boss wants you!" An Argonian yelled at me as I looked up at him. He was familiar. Now that I looked at him more I remember him as Brain-Has-Holes. Fuck the one time I didn't want to see a brother bandit they show up.
STELM: Oooo cliffhanger. What would Bajee want from him and at such an inopportune time? You find out in the next installment of DRAGONBORN COLLEGE OF MAGICKA! Read and Review!
P.S. Humble Skeever is a spoof of the artist Modest Mouse. The way the elder argonian talked to Z is how a lot of minority families talk to each other (the black struggle and the loss of the Mexican and Japanese languages being used around the house).