High Justiciar Thalindra Selaryon
Thalindra Selaryon, dressed in the traditional Thalmor robes of a Justiciar, emerged from the grandeur of Blue Palace in Solitude. The intricate designs on her golden attire shimmered in the sunlight, and her elven features exuded an air of authority. She was flanked by two fellow Justiciars, their attire mirroring hers, and their expressions composed with unwavering determination. Their purpose was singular: to investigate the baffling disappearance of Justiciar Elaris, a high-ranking Thalmor officer who had mysteriously vanished during a patrol in the region of Falkreath.
The trio stepped out onto the bustling streets of Solitude, where the city's diverse inhabitants went about their daily lives, unaware of the weighty task that had brought the Thalmor Justiciars to their land. Thalindra's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, ever watchful for any signs or clues that might lead them to Elaris or explain his sudden disappearance.
As Thalindra and her fellow Justiciars made their way through the bustling market of Solitude, the ordinary citizens of Skyrim couldn't help but be affected by their presence. Whispers and hushed conversations filled the air as people turned their gaze toward the trio, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity, awe, and perhaps a touch of fear.
Thalindra couldn't help but let a small, self-satisfied smirk grace her features. To her, it was a natural response. After all, she believed firmly in the Thalmor's doctrine of elven supremacy, and she expected nothing less than reverence from those she considered inferior beings. It was, in her view, their rightful place to lower their gaze and acknowledge their betters.
Leaving the bustling market of Solitude behind, the trio made their way to the city's stables. The grandeur of the Thalmor embassy now lay in the distance, replaced by the practicality of the stables where their horses awaited them.
The horses, sleek and well-trained, were a testament to the Thalmor's resources and efficiency. They moved with a certain grace as the Justiciars approached. Thalindra's robes flowed around her as she strode confidently toward her steed, a majestic white mare with a spirited demeanor that matched her own.
Her fellow Justiciars followed suit, each selecting their mount with care. The preparations for their journey were meticulous; saddlebags were filled with supplies, and finely crafted elven saddles were secured in place. As Thalindra mounted her horse, she felt a sense of readiness wash over her. They were well-equipped and well-prepared. With their horses ready the trio of Justiciars set forth from the stables, leaving Solitude's stone walls behind and venturing into the wilderness of Skyrim.
The path to Falkreath stretched out before Thalindra and her fellow Thalmor Justiciars, a winding trail through the untamed wilderness of Skyrim. As they rode further into this rugged land, Thalindra's thoughts couldn't help but wander back to her upbringing in the Summerset Isles, a stark contrast to the harsh beauty of the northern province.
Thalindra had been born into privilege and luxury, her family's manor a masterpiece of elven craftsmanship adorned with intricate designs and fine art. Her early life had been a tapestry of cultural refinement, music, and the pursuit of knowledge. She had been exposed to the best that Altmer society had to offer, nurtured to embody the ideals of her noble lineage.
However, beneath the opulence of her past, Thalindra carried a deep sense of duty to the Thalmor's vision. She had chosen the path of a Justiciar, dedicating herself to the cause of elven supremacy as championed by the Aldmeri Dominion. Her upbringing had instilled in her a strong belief in the Thalmor's mission, and she had embraced it wholeheartedly.
After several days of travel through the rugged and unforgiving terrain of Skyrim, Thalindra and her fellow Thalmor Justiciars finally arrived at their destination: the Thalmor barracks in Falkreath. The journey had been challenging, filled with encounters with the land's native creatures and the ever-present chill of the northern province.
As they approached the Thalmor barracks, the sight of the imposing structure was a welcome one. The barracks stood as a testament to the Thalmor's presence in this remote region of Skyrim. Its architecture bore a distinct elven design, an elegant contrast to the rustic surroundings.
The Thalmor guards stationed at the barracks recognized Thalindra and her companions, offering a crisp salute and a respectful nod as they passed through the entrance. Inside, the barracks held the familiar ambiance of Thalmor authority: polished surfaces, finely crafted furniture, and an air of efficiency that matched their reputation.
Thalindra wasted no time. She had been summoned to investigate the disappearance of Justiciar Elaris, and she intended to get to the bottom of the matter swiftly. As they entered the barracks, she could feel the weight of her responsibilities pressing down on her shoulders.
A tall and composed Thalmor officer approached her with a respectful nod. He wore the traditional Thalmor robes adorned with the golden sunbird emblem, a symbol of their authority.
"High Justiciar Selaryon," he greeted her with a tone of deference. "I am Captain Elionor, in charge of this outpost. We've been expecting your arrival. Please, follow me to my office, and we can discuss the matter at hand."
Thalindra acknowledged his greeting with a curt nod, her expression maintaining the aloofness that was customary among the Thalmor elite. She followed Captain Elionor as he led her through the bustling barracks, her thoughts focused on the investigation ahead and the enigmatic disappearance of Justiciar Elaris.
Thalindra followed Captain Elionor through the bustling Thalmor barracks in Falkreath, their boots echoing on the polished stone floor. The office they entered was a refined space, adorned with maps and charts of the region, with a commanding view of the courtyard where Thalmor soldiers were diligently training.
Once inside, Captain Elionor gestured for Thalindra to take a seat, which she did with an air of composed authority. He then settled behind his desk, his expression professional yet attentive.
"High Justiciar Selaryon," he began, "We are deeply concerned about the disappearance of Justiciar Elaris. He was leading a routine patrol in the region, and he, along with the rest of the patrol, failed to return. There has been no word since their departure."
Thalindra regarded Captain Elionor with a steely gaze, her voice cool and measured. "I assume all available information about the patrol's last known location has been collected?"
"Yes, High Justiciar," Captain Elionor replied. "We have maps, patrol logs, of which route he was to take. The disappearance is as perplexing to us as it is to you."
Thalindra leaned forward, her fingers steepled beneath her chin. "Very well, Captain. I will need access to all relevant documents, as well as any witnesses or soldiers who saw the patrol before its departure. We must leave no stone unturned in our search for Justiciar Elaris. I trust you will cooperate fully with this investigation."
Captain Elionor nodded, his commitment to their mission evident in his expression. "Of course, High Justiciar. We will provide you with everything you need to get to the bottom of this matter. Just tell us how we can assist you, and we shall do so diligently."
Thalindra maintained her cool demeanor as she continued to discuss the investigation with Captain Elionor. After a moment's pause, she added, "In addition to the documents and witnesses, I will require access to Justiciar Elaris' chambers. Sometimes, valuable clues can be found in one's private belongings."
Captain Elionor nodded in agreement, recognizing the importance of thoroughness in their inquiry. "High Justiciar, you shall have full access to Justiciar Elaris' chambers. We will arrange for an escort to accompany you to his quarters."
Thalindra acknowledged his response with a subtle nod, appreciating his cooperation. "Very well, Captain. Let us begin by examining all available information. Time is of the essence in such matters."
With that, they set forth on their mission to uncover the fate of Justiciar Elaris.
Thalindra turned to her fellow Justiciars, Justiciar Seravin Larethor and Justiciar Mirel Indoril, and addressed them with a clear sense of purpose.
"Justiciars," she began, her voice carrying the weight of authority, "we have a task ahead of us. While I conduct a thorough search of Justiciar Elaris' chambers for any clues, I want the two of you to inquire in the nearby villages of Falkreath and gather information about the whereabouts of our missing comrade."
Justiciar Seravin and Justiciar Mirel nodded in acknowledgment of their orders. "Understood, High Justiciar," Seravin replied, his posture reflecting his determination to carry out the task.
Mirel, equally committed to the mission, added, "We will question the locals discreetly and report back with any leads we uncover."
Thalindra gave a curt nod of approval. "Very well. Time is of the essence. Ensure that you handle this matter with the utmost discretion. We cannot afford any unnecessary attention, tonight we shall converge here and talk about what we have learned."
With her orders conveyed, Thalindra turned her attention toward her task — the investigation of Elaris' chambers. As she made her way to his quarters, the other two Justiciars set off on their mission to gather information from the nearby settlements, each determined to piece together the puzzle.
Thalindra pushed open the ornate double doors leading into Justiciar Elaris' chambers, and as she stepped inside, the ambiance of the room instantly engulfed her senses. The chambers were a testament to both the refined elegance of the Thalmor and the personal tastes of the absent Justiciar. The air carried a subtle fragrance, a mix of exotic perfumes and aged parchment that lingered in the room.
The chamber was spacious, with high ceilings adorned with delicate crystal chandeliers that cast a soft, warm glow over the luxurious surroundings. Rich crimson and gold draperies framed tall, narrow windows, allowing the filtered sunlight to spill gently into the room. Intricately woven rugs from distant lands covered the polished marble floors, each one a work of art in itself.
The walls were lined with tall bookshelves, their shelves crammed with leather-bound tomes and scrolls of ancient lore and arcane knowledge. Exquisite paintings, some depicting idyllic elven landscapes and others capturing scenes of Thalmor victories, adorned the walls between the shelves.
A grand writing desk sat in one corner, its surface meticulously organized with quills, inkwells, and neatly stacked parchment. On it lay a half-finished letter, penned by Elaris before his disappearance. Thalindra noted it with interest, a potential clue to his state of mind before he vanished.
A four-poster bed, draped with silken canopies, dominated the center of the chamber, its bedding arranged with military precision. On a small table beside the bed stood an intricately crafted elven goblet, still containing the remnants of an evening's wine.
Thalindra's sharp eyes took in every detail, as she began her systematic search for any evidence or clues that might shed light on Elaris' whereabouts. She knew that within this meticulously curated sanctum, she might find the key to unlocking the mystery surrounding the disappearance of her comrade and fellow Justiciar.
Thalindra wasted no time as she delved into her search of Justiciar Elaris' chambers. She methodically began by examining the contents of his grand writing desk. Delicate fingers brushed over the parchment and scrolls neatly stacked. She read through the unfinished letter, noting any possible hints or insights into his intentions. The words hinted at his dedication to the Aldmeri Dominion, but little else.
Next, she moved to a set of drawers, meticulously opening and inspecting each one. It revealed various personal effects — ornate jewelry, a collection of fine elven robes, and an assortment of elixirs and perfumes. She retrieved several letters and notes, meticulously reading each one, searching for any indication of his whereabouts.
Her examination then led her to the wardrobe. Silken and richly colored robes hung neatly on hangers, and a set of meticulously polished Thalmor armor stood at attention. She checked the pockets of the garments, but nothing unusual was discovered.
Thalindra crouched down to peer under the bed, her keen eyes scanning the shadowed space beneath. There, she found a small, ornate chest, concealed from casual view. She pulled it out and carefully examined its contents. Inside were various documents, including maps of Falkreath and the surrounding region, but nothing that pointed to Elaris' current location.
As Thalindra continued her thorough search, she couldn't help but wonder what had led to Elaris' disappearance. The room remained silent, its secrets guarded by the enigmatic presence that had once inhabited it.
As Thalindra made her way through the bustling Thalmor barracks in Falkreath, her mind raced with a multitude of questions and possibilities. The enigma of Justiciar Elaris' disappearance gnawed at her, urging her to uncover the truth. The barracks hummed with activity, Thalmor soldiers and officers carrying out their duties with precision.
The most pressing question that occupied her thoughts was what had befallen Elaris and his patrol. Could they have been ambushed by the Stormcloaks, fierce enemies of the Aldmeri Dominion? It was a grim possibility that she couldn't dismiss. The volatile region of Skyrim was known for its hostility towards the Thalmor, and such encounters were not uncommon.
Another disconcerting notion was the possibility of desertion. Had Elaris and his comrades abandoned their duties and fled, leaving behind their responsibilities to the Dominion? It was a notion that she struggled to accept, given Elaris' reputation for unwavering devotion.
Regardless of the theories that swirled in her mind, Thalindra knew one thing for certain: she was determined to uncover the truth. Her fellow Thalmor in the barracks held potential answers, and she was prepared to question each of them to piece together the puzzle of Elaris' disappearance.
With resolute determination, Thalindra embarked on her mission to interrogate her comrades. The barracks would yield its secrets, and she would leave no stone unturned in her quest to find out what had truly transpired in the forests of Falkreath.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Thalmor barracks in Falkreath, Thalindra couldn't shake the feeling of frustration that had settled in her chest. The day had passed swiftly, and despite her thorough interrogations, the mystery surrounding Justiciar Elaris' disappearance remained elusive.
Night had descended upon Falkreath with its shroud of darkness, a stark contrast to the earlier bustling activity in the barracks. Thalindra had spoken to every Thalmor soldier and officer within the compound, and their responses had been remarkably consistent. None had detected any hint of desertion in Elaris, nor had they seen any signs of discontent with the Aldmeri Dominion. If anything, Elaris had been a paragon of loyalty and devotion to their cause.
It was a vexing situation that left Thalindra with more questions than answers. The barracks held no clues, and the witnesses she had questioned had offered no insight into Elaris' disappearance.
Thalindra knew that she couldn't afford to be discouraged. The search for Elaris and the truth behind his disappearance was far from over. With night as her witness, she steeled herself for the challenges that lay ahead. She would continue her investigation, explore every lead, and uncover the mysteries that shrouded this enigmatic case.
As the moon hung high in the sky, Thalindra resolved to persevere. The Aldmeri Dominion demanded answers, and she would stop at nothing to find them.
Thalindra, turned her attention to her fellow Justiciars as they entered the room. She maintained a composed facade, but inwardly, she couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration at the lack of progress. When she asked her comrades about their findings, their responses were not particularly encouraging.
Justiciar Seravin, tall and regal, shook his head as he spoke. "I questioned every villager within a reasonable radius of Falkreath, but none had any valuable information to offer. It's as if Elaris and his team vanished into thin air."
Justiciar Mirel, stern and composed, echoed the sentiment. "I scoured written records and logs in the villages, but there is no mention of any Thalmor activity or disturbances that coincide with Elaris's patrol. It's as though their presence had no impact."
Thalindra listened attentively, her expression giving away little of her inner thoughts. While she appreciated her comrades' efforts, she found herself taking the information with a grain of skepticism. The disappearance of Elaris was undoubtedly a serious matter, but the lack of concrete leads left her feeling that perhaps there was more to the story.
However, as the trio pondered their next steps, the first Justiciar mentioned an unusual detail he had uncovered during his inquiries. "There is one oddity I came across in the villagers' accounts. On the night Elaris and his team set out, there were reports of a strange, bright star falling from the sky. The villagers described it as a celestial phenomenon, unlike anything they had seen before."
Thalindra's interest was piqued, though she still maintained a measured demeanor. "A falling star on the same night as Elaris's patrol," she mused aloud. "It could be worth investigating further. Let us not dismiss any lead, regardless of how unusual it may seem."
Thalindra, her mind focused on the enigma surrounding Elaris's disappearance, considered the limited information they had gathered. If the reports of the falling star were the only leads they could follow, then it was a lead they could not afford to overlook. However, she couldn't help but feel a hint of skepticism about the significance of the star.
"Since we have exhausted our options here, it seems prudent to investigate the patrol path Elaris and his team took that fateful night," Thalindra suggested. "While the falling star may be a curious occurrence, we should not put too much stock into it. Nonetheless, it could lead us to clues about their whereabouts or what transpired that evening. We cannot dismiss any possibility."
Her words were met with a nod of agreement from her companions. They recognized that, in their pursuit of the truth, every avenue had to be explored. With resolute determination, they made preparations to retrace the steps of Elaris's ill-fated patrol, hoping that the mysteries hidden along that path would eventually reveal themselves and bring them closer to discovering the fate of their missing comrade.
With their decision made, Thalindra informed her fellow Justiciars of their plan. "In the morning," she declared, "we shall follow the same path that Elaris and his team took that night. We will leave no stone unturned and no detail overlooked. If there is any trace, any clue, we will find it."
Her companions nodded in agreement, their determination matching her own. The night had been long and yielded little, but the promise of a new day and the possibility of answers drove them forward. As they settled in for a few hours of rest, Thalindra couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What secrets lay along that patrol path, and what had befallen Elaris and his team on that mysterious night? The answers remained elusive, but they were determined to uncover them at dawn's first light.
AN: I would like to address the review about the SM eating the Thalmor to gain knowledge. I decided against the idea from the start simple because it was too much of an easy cop out. I felt like them struggling to understand the language and build relationships around that was a better idea than just them eating Thalmor brains and instantly knowing everything. But thank you for the review.