The wounds heal
A few weeks had passed since Kari had been brought to the Summerset Isles and as long as she had been there, she had not yet been allowed to leave Huntrek's home. She had been given some new clothes that were loose fitting, once Kari had had her spell-binding bracers removed, good for 'lounging around' in as Hunt called it. Most of the time she found herself bored out of her skull, often sitting by the window in Huntrek's study and watching the world roll by. The house was quite a way off from any other centres of civilisation, with Kari just being able to sight a cobbled road snaking up the hill on the horizon. The house itself was a two-story manor, with various guest rooms, studies and wash-rooms. It also housed a kitchen that seemed to be manned by one or two Argonians. Kari almost threw a dagger at one when she saw them the first time while on her wanders, convinced they were some kind of Blight creature that had followed her from Vvardenfell. The male Argonian had had to pretty much pin her down to the ground and explain very slowly what they were. Kari calmed down after that, even if she did uelp every time they appeared out of the servant's passages at night.
She was sitting by the window as usual, watching the clouds lazily drift over the green grass in the azure blue sky. The smell of cherry blossom that seemed to be soaked into the air still made her feel light headed, but she had became accustomed to it. Silver-Eyes, the male servant, walked into the study, speaking in his rasping voice,
"Miss Tanthia? Your father has sent you a message." Kari was still getting used to being called Tanthia, and that Huntrek was her 'father'. She sighed and turned her head from the view to look at the ruby-scaled lizard. She found him oddly pleasant company, he was taller than her, with eyes like quicksilver and white spikes protruding out his head and folding back to rest on his crown. His left hand had been removed as part of a hunting 'accident', ending in a stump that had scales grown over it.
"What is it Silver?". Kari's voice had returned and her accent had faded somewhat.
"Your father has said that we are to begin your training. If you would please follow me Miss Tanthia". Silver bowed slightly, watching the ground. Kari got off the window ledge and walked over to the servant.
"What kind of training? And why didn't it start earlier?". She was inquisitive, but she had the inkling suspicion she wouldn't get any answers as usual.
"Magical training Miss Tanthia. And your father has said he was waiting for, I believe he said, 'a sign'." The Argonian looked up and gave her a smile, the slight discolouration of his neck scales showing against the sunlight shining in through the window. Kari returned the smile.
"Then let's get moving shall we?" The Dunmer spoke. The second servant walked in, a female called Purple-Claws. She didn't seem to speak much from what Kari had seen, but she seemed to be the stern one. She had no horns coming out of her head so was effectively bald, her eyes were truly reptilian, golden like the sun of Magnus. She was about the same height as Kari and certainly shared her stubbornness. Finally, her scales were a dull greenish-grey colour, with a red discolouration around her neck and a purple colour surrounding her hands. She looked at Silver and beckoned him to go with a gesture of her hand. Her voice seemed to rasp less, but still did as most Argonian's did.
"I will be teaching you. Silver couldn't conjure a spark to save his life. Master Redmane has said that you will be needing it in the coming weeks. I'm afraid it may not be the most exciting of times, most of it will be reading books. You know how to read yes?" Kari slowly nodded, scratching an annoying itch that had been building on her elbow. Purple turned and began to walk out, with Kari scrambling out to follow. She moved through the house like a ghost, a ghost heralding a stumbling Dunmer. They ended up in a room Kari hadn't been in before through a door she had never seen. The Argonian opened up the heavy wooden door to reveal a pitch black room that slowly lit up with the same dark crystals the Kari encountered in the washroom. Kari's eyes widened as she saw row upon row upon row of bookshelves filled from top to bottom with dusty tomes in different coloured bindings. Her crimson eyes remained wide as the dress clad Argonian went over to a desk in the middle of the room, conjuring a few books from their shelves to the table with a sway of her hand.
"Let's get started shall we Miss Tanthia?". Purple smiled and pulled out a chair for the elf to sit down on.
The world of Nirn can best be described as strange as best. Across the world, many provinces were still recovering from the recent incursion from Oblivion by the forces of Mehrunes Dagon. The Champion of Cyrodill had gone missing after going through a strange portal and the threat of the collapse of the Empire loomed heavy over the land without an emperor. Yet still, among the discord and mayhem, the Twenty-Five divine beings that used the world as their playing ground watched on. Champions of each represented by a stone figure that showed them perfectly for the Daedra and models of shining light for champions of the Aedra, sadly missing from the map of Nirn. Of course, mortal champions do not last forever and so the pieces are removed from the board, their souls and models stored in a small recess in the Table where the gods could keep them as bartering chips. As it stood, Dagon had used all of his champions, the recess for his army empty. Right now he stood on the table, the map of Nirn having been rolled up and stored safely away for this gathering. All of the Divine Beings were present, the case for Dagons' banishment had been presented and the 'jury' had passed judgement. He was to have his power stripped from him for fifty years and to have his direct influence over the mortal realm severed permanently. His lesser Daedra would be allowed to act as emissaries in the mortal realm, but only with the permission of one of the Nine. Mephala had voted to remain neutral in the affair. She would rather have Dagon as an ally than an enemy and in the end, it suited her plans much better. And after all, Dagon's ground forces had proved themselves worthy, as Molag Bal's had several centuries ago. That was the last time such a large gathering was held. Mephala glanced into her recess of small stone figures, taking out the one of her newest, the small elf girl. As the Nine took the power from Dagon, Mephala tightened her grip on the statue, hopefully this still worked.