High Justiciar Thalindra Selaryon


In the dimly lit chambers of the Thalmor barracks, the young girl named Elara sat perched on a wooden chair. Her wide, terrified eyes darted around the room, seeking refuge from the memories that haunted her. Thalindra, a Thalmor Justiciar in her pristine robes, leaned forward, her golden eyes fixed on Elara with a mixture of compassion and determination. The air was heavy with tension, as the room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of Elara's testimony.

"Take your time," Thalindra encouraged gently, her voice a soothing melody amid the girl's lingering fears. She had seen the terror etched in the girl's features, the shadows of Helgen still clinging to her. "We need to understand exactly what happened in Helgen. Your account may hold vital information."

The girl nodded hesitantly, her raven-black hair falling in disarray around her pale face. She took a deep breath, her small hands trembling, and began her narrative.

"It was a normal morning," Elara started, her voice trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. "People were going about their business in Helgen. Some were tending to the market, while others gathered to watch the execution. They had caught some Stormcloak rebels, and they were going to be executed."

Thalindra's expression remained calm, but beneath her composed exterior, she was keenly absorbing every word. The girl's account was vital to understanding the unfolding events of that fateful day.

"As they were about to execute one of the prisoners," Elara continued, her voice growing steadier as she delved deeper into her memories, "a dragon appeared out of nowhere." Her eyes, the windows to the trauma she had witnessed, conveyed a sense of disbelief. "It was enormous, with scales as black as night. Fire rained from its maw, and the screams... the screams were unbearable."

Thalindra nodded in understanding, acknowledging the sheer terror that had gripped Helgen when the dragon descended. She felt the weight of the girl's words, knowing the horrors that were yet to be revealed.

"What happened next?" Thalindra asked gently, encouraging Elara to continue.

Elara swallowed hard, her gaze unfocused as she relived the nightmare. "The dragon attacked. Buildings crumbled, and people fled in all directions. I hid in a well to escape the flames. I could hear the dragon's roars and the destruction it wrought."

Thalindra leaned back, her mind carefully processing the details of the girl's testimony. Her golden eyes, usually sharp and resolute, now held a compassionate glint, empathizing with the young girl's ordeal. "And what became of the execution?" she inquired softly.

The girl's voice quivered, as if the weight of her words was too much to bear. "The dragon interrupted it. The soldiers who were going to execute the prisoner were terrified. Chaos erupted, and they tried to fight the dragon, but it was... it was unstoppable. Some people managed to escape, but many... many didn't."

Thalindra's heart sank at the harrowing account. The innocent lives lost in the dragon's onslaught weighed heavily on her. She knew that the chaos in Helgen would have far-reaching consequences, both politically and morally. "Thank you for sharing your account," she said gently, her voice tinged with empathy. "Your information is invaluable. Rest now; you're safe here with us."

As Elara was escorted to a more comfortable chamber to find solace and rest, Thalindra remained in contemplation. The horrors she had heard were beyond comprehension, and the appearance of a dragon in these times raised more questions than answers. She knew that their investigations would continue, and they needed to uncover the truth behind the dragon's reappearance in Skyrim.

As Thalindra contemplated the fate of the young girl, a sense of responsibility weighed heavily upon her. It was clear that the child could not remain at the Thalmor barracks indefinitely. Her family had perished in the tragic events that unfolded in the village, leaving her without a home or guardians.

With a deep sigh, Thalindra considered her options. While the girl's immediate safety was assured within the secure confines of the Thalmor barracks, a more suitable long-term solution needed to be found. The Orphanage in Riften seemed to be the most viable choice. It was a known establishment that housed and cared for orphaned children, and it was situated within the city of Riften, a place where the Thalmor maintained some level of influence.

However, Thalindra couldn't shake a sense of unease. She knew the orphanage in Riften was far from an ideal environment, but options were limited in Skyrim, especially given the ongoing civil unrest and the emergence of dragons. The welfare of the child had to take precedence.

She resolved to make the necessary arrangements for the girl's transfer to the Riften Orphanage. Thalindra understood that the young survivor had already endured tremendous trauma, and her journey toward healing and recovery would be challenging. Nevertheless, she was determined to ensure that the child received the care and support she needed, even if it meant entrusting her to an institution with its own set of challenges.

The room held the weight of an unfolding tragedy, and Thalindra was determined to bring light to the darkness that had descended upon Helgen. As she contemplated the next steps, her mind buzzed with the urgency of the situation, knowing that the fate of Skyrim was uncertain in the wake of such a catastrophic event.

Thalindra sat alone in the dimly lit chamber, her mind a tumultuous sea of thoughts and concerns. The weight of the young girl's harrowing account pressed upon her, and the timing of this dragon attack could not have been more unfavorable. The death of Skyrim's High King, Torygg, had already plunged the province into turmoil, further exacerbated by the ambitious and divisive Ulfric Stormcloak.

As a Thalmor Justiciar, she understood the gravity of their mission in Skyrim. It was not just about enforcing the will of the Aldmeri Dominion; it was about maintaining control, preventing the province from falling into chaos, and securing the Dominion's interests in a land that was traditionally resistant to their presence. The civil war had strained their resources and forced them to stretch their already thin presence even thinner.

Thalindra knew that the Thalmor's dominion over Skyrim was a precarious one. Ulfric Stormcloak's rebellion had sown discord among the Nords, dividing the province along political and ideological lines. The Thalmor had their own agenda in Skyrim, and they needed a stable and compliant province to achieve their goals.

But now, with the sudden reappearance of dragons, a new, unpredictable threat had emerged. Dragons were creatures of myth and legend, believed to be long extinct. Their return defied explanation, and the chaos they wrought was a dire challenge to the already unstable situation.

The timing couldn't have been worse. The Thalmor's presence was met with resistance at every turn, and their enigmatic goals sparked mistrust and paranoia among Skyrim's inhabitants. The Thalmor's influence in the province was tenuous at best, with many Nords viewing them as intruders on their homeland.

Thalindra couldn't help but feel the burden of responsibility. Her duty was clear: to protect the interests of the Aldmeri Dominion and ensure that Skyrim remained within their sphere of influence. The civil war and the dragon threat both threatened to disrupt that balance.

As she contemplated the challenges ahead, Thalindra knew that the Thalmor's task had become infinitely more complex. They would need to navigate the treacherous waters of politics and warfare while confronting an enemy that defied the natural order. The stakes were high, and the future of Skyrim hung in the balance.

With a deep breath, Thalindra resolved to face the challenges head-on. She would gather her fellow Justiciars, assess the situation, and devise a plan to address both the civil war and the dragon threat. The Aldmeri Dominion's influence in Skyrim was at stake, and she would not allow it to crumble under her watch.


In the shadows of the dim chamber, Thalindra's golden eyes glinted with determination. The Thalmor would rise to meet these challenges, for the Dominion's dominion over Skyrim was not to be compromised, not by rebellion, and certainly not by the reappearance of dragons.

Thalindra's contemplations were interrupted by the soft creaking of the chamber door. She turned her attention to the entrance, where Justiciar Mirel stood, his features masked by the hooded robes they all wore.

"Report," Thalindra demanded, her voice commanding attention.

The Justiciar cleared his throat and spoke with an air of urgency, "Lady Thalindra, there are reports of another dragon attack, this time to the west of Falkreath."

Thalindra's interest was piqued. Another dragon attack so soon after the incident in Helgen was cause for concern. "Tell me the details," she urged.

He nodded and continued cautiously, "According to these accounts, the dragon descended upon the village, unleashing its fiery wrath upon the unsuspecting residents. The destruction was said to be immense."

Thalindra's mind raced as she considered the implications. Two dragon attacks in such a short span of time were unusual, to say the least. Dragons were not creatures that appeared in the ordinary course of events, and their sudden return was deeply troubling.

"And the dragon?" Thalindra inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Is it still a threat?"

He hesitated for a moment before answering, "The accounts suggest that the dragon was indeed defeated, but these details are unconfirmed, Lady Thalindra."

Thalindra raised an eyebrow, her interest now fully engaged. The idea of a dragon being brought down was a rare occurrence, and she wanted to know the details. "Tell me, how was it supposedly slain?"

The Justiciar's response held an air of uncertainty. "That is the peculiar part, Lady Thalindra. The reports state that the dragon was supposedly defeated by a group of individuals in strange, unfamiliar armor. They were said to wield weapons of unknown origin, but again, I must emphasize that these are second-hand accounts and should be treated with skepticism."

Thalindra leaned forward, her golden eyes fixed on the Mirel. "Describe this armor and weaponry as best you can, given the available information."

Mirel hesitated once more, clearly grappling with the limitations of his description. "The armor, Lady Thalindra, was said to be unlike any they have encountered. It was described as composed of a metallic material, with intricate and foreign designs. As for the weapons, the reports suggest that they emitted a strange energy, not akin to any magic or technology we are familiar with."

Thalindra nodded in acknowledgment of the report, her expression one of curiosity and concern. She knew that they couldn't simply rely on second-hand accounts, especially when dealing with such extraordinary claims. She turned her attention to Mirel and spoke in a measured tone.

"Thank you for bringing this information to my attention," she began. "However, we must confirm the veracity of these reports. Gather a small detachment of Thalmor guards, and accompany them to the village to assess the situation firsthand. Ensure that they provide us with accurate details, and if indeed there are individuals with advanced weaponry, observe them closely. Report back immediately with your findings."

Mirel gave a respectful nod and promptly left to carry out Thalindra's orders. She remained in her chamber, contemplating the implications of these emerging reports and the potential challenges they could pose to the Thalmor's interests in the troubled land of Skyrim.

Thalindra couldn't help but be intrigued by the reports of a dragon's defeat at the hands of these enigmatic warriors. She sat back in her ornate Thalmor chair, her delicate fingers tracing the intricate patterns adorning her robes. Her thoughts delved into the mysteries of this new revelation.

The idea of taking down a dragon, a creature steeped in myth and legend, had always been beyond her comprehension. In all her years as a Thalmor Justiciar, she had never heard or read any accounts of such feats. Dragons were formidable, awe-inspiring beings that belonged to the realm of ancient folklore, not contemporary warfare.

"If these reports are true," she mused softly, her voice barely more than a whisper within the confines of her chamber, "then we must acknowledge that these unknown warriors possess extraordinary capabilities. The mere act of defeating a dragon suggests that they are exceptional fighters, perhaps even more skilled than any we've encountered in Skyrim."

Thalindra's mind raced as she considered the possibilities. The Aldmeri Dominion had struggled to maintain control over the province, facing opposition from both the Stormcloak rebels and the remnants of the Empire. This revelation added an unexpected layer of complexity to their already precarious situation.

"These warriors, whoever they are," she continued, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest of her chair, "could potentially be a valuable asset to the Dominion. If their interests align with ours, they could help us achieve our objectives in Skyrim more swiftly."

As she contemplated the idea of forming an alliance with these mysterious fighters, Thalindra couldn't help but acknowledge the challenges that lay ahead. Negotiating with unknown entities in the tumultuous landscape of Skyrim would require finesse and caution. Trust, she knew, was a rare and precious commodity in these troubled times.

Thalindra, her quill poised above a piece of parchment, began to draft a detailed report intended for Ambassador Elenwen. She assumed that word of the recent events at Helgen had already reached Elenwen's ears, and she felt it necessary to provide a comprehensive account of her investigations.

"To Her Excellency, Ambassador Elenwen,

I trust that this message finds you well. I am writing to report on the recent events that transpired in the village of Helgen. As you may be aware, reports of a dragon attack in the region had reached our ears, and it was deemed imperative that a Thalmor presence be established to verify the veracity of these claims. My team and I promptly set out to investigate the situation.

Upon our arrival in Helgen, we observed the devastating aftermath of a catastrophic event. The village lay in ruins, with many structures reduced to smoldering rubble. While I did not personally witness the presence of a dragon, the evidence left behind was undeniable. Burned buildings, scorched earth, and the harrowing accounts of survivors all pointed to a dragon's rampage. This beastly creature, whether real or mythical, may indeed be connected to the disappearance of our esteemed colleague, Justiciar Elaris.

During our inquiries, we also gathered information regarding the supposed intervention of unknown warriors. According to witness testimonies, these enigmatic figures wielded weaponry unlike anything previously encountered in Skyrim. While I have dispatched Justiciar Mirel to investigate the authenticity of these reports in the village west of Falkreath, the implications of such capable fighters and their involvement with the dragons are of utmost concern.

I await your guidance and instructions on how best to proceed in light of these developments. It is clear that the situation in Skyrim is growing increasingly complex, and I believe it is essential for us to ascertain the truth behind these accounts and evaluate the potential impact on our operations in the region.

May your wisdom guide our course of action.

With unwavering loyalty,

Justiciar Thalindra"

With the report meticulously crafted, Thalindra sealed it with the official Thalmor insignia and made preparations for its swift delivery to Ambassador Elenwen. As she awaited further instructions, her mind buzzed with the myriad possibilities and challenges that lay ahead in the turbulent province of Skyrim.