20demayo Chapter 306: Chapter XXXII: Collegiality
Chapter 306: Chapter XXXII: Collegiality
Chapter 306: Chapter XXXII: Collegiality
The air around the College of Winterhold was familiar yet greatly changed as I leisurely walked across the great bridge which separated it from its eponymous city. It still felt like the ancient house of lore and study like it always had but its immense aura was now underlined with what almost felt like a sense of tension from the building itself.
The wards were powered to just barely under battle readiness, constant scans blasting over me even as I carried multiple viable 'keys' on myself, even if I grudgingly had to let them through my shroud's protection.
The gardens were also different, I could physically only see parts of two of them but my true sight revealed that all four now housed some new ornamentation. Every garden's edge was now adorned with statues of differing shapes, representing either a creature or a person, but all shared one single trait: They were all thicker and larger than one would usually make.
It would not be a grand leap of logic for someone to guess that they were in fact hiding something, and they would not be wrong either for within each alteration hewn piece of art was hidden a curled up ballista automaton, enchanted to hell and back with resistances to the usual elements used by the dragons, and their bolts were inscribed with mortality runes in dovahzul.
We were not sure the enchantment would actually work but you can't blame a Mer for trying!
The place was a deathtrap for any unusually girthy lizard who though to assault it... Not that it would stop some of the dumber ones.
'Let them cook.' Scorch shrugs.
I frown 'Let them cook as in let them be idiots or let them get cooked?'
'Yes.'
A light snort escaped me at that, just as a certain young Dunmeri woman was about to pass me by, the timing was so perfect she yelped in surprise and threw herself against the wall of the gatehouse while staring at me with wide, fearful eyes.
"Miss Maryon." I nod uncaringly.
"L-Lord Dagoth." She stammers slightly and bows awkwardly "A pleasure to see you here."
"Uh huh." I deadpan, ironically causing her to relax a bit "How go the studies of your group now that you are no longer limited in the number of schools?"
She smiles awkwardly, almost making it look like a wince "While the added freedom is good, not all of us are quite so capable as to immediately attempt studying every school."
"Fair enough." I shrug, I wasn't about to keep the rest of them to my standards considering how much I cheated to get all the way where I was today.
"To answer your actual question." She continues, a bit more professionally "All of us have managed to reach the adept or beyond in our main schools and are now working on perfecting them before branching out." She looks down and mutters "Not like that duo of quitters."
"Quitters?" I raise an eyebrow.
She startles, likely not having intended to say that aloud, but now that I had heard her she had no real choice beside explaining herself. She gulps and nods "Yes, Marco and Minthara, both of them left the College before they could complete their education, the rest of us were... distraught by their decision."
"Ah." I blink, understanding the situation perfectly "Well, you will be happy to know they did not leave because they wanted to quit but because the situation demanded it."
She hesitates briefly before asking "Would you please elaborate?"
I cup my chin and then shrug "Hmmm... Well I guess there is no issue telling you now but Minthara is Dragonborn and they had to go to Cyrodiil to do what I can only describe is a Akatosh-issued fetch quest."
"Fetch quest?" she mutters before stilling once more and gaping at me while blinking rapidly "Dragonborn?"
"Just go to the Respite and you will find them both here." I wave her off "Should get answers to all your questions there."
"Ah." She deflates in slight disappointment of not getting everything immediately "You have my thanks Lord Dagoth."
"It is no trouble." I hum "By the way, where can I find your friend Fishy? I have something of an offer for him."
She points toward the distant hall to the north "He should be in the arena, he spends most of his free time there with Master Faralda."
"Found a new pupil to torment, has she?" I snark before shaking my head "Well, I ought to go and greet the Archmage now, a good day to you miss Maryon."
She offers another bow and leaves for the bridge.
I was about to head to the central tower but decided otherwise and made a beeline toward the Hall of Refinement instead, the moment I stepped through I could hear the sounds of battle, the telltale sound of Faralda's elemental fury facing something far more primitive but no less potent in direct conflict.
Soon as I entered the arena I could see exactly what was going on. Fishy, the big ass pitch black Argonian, was attempting to beat the shit out of Faralda with a downright excessive amount of alteration spells fueling his body.... And was getting his ass handed to him.
'As if there was ever any doubt.' Scorch rolls his eyes.
the four in-between directions with some extra lines and placed the orb back into the groove atop Savos' table and allowed it to light up with a projection of Tamriel, now accompanied with a mildly garish looking but fully functional coordinate system.
Shalazar floated up to the procession and just started giggling while clapping his hands "Marvelous, my glorious student, simply marvelous!"
"Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best I guess." Savos nods in approval and starts pointing at random spots, causing a series of letters and numbers to appear "It will definitely take a lot of getting used to teleporting around in relation to a series of numbers but once trained I think this will revolutionize personal teleportation and even make portal construction that much cheaper!"
"A grand discovery, no doubt." I nod, the usefulness of such maps was a very well known
factor to me so while they would ponder and marvel at the ideas of what such a thing could do I was already planning on how to abuse the fuck out of it later. The excitement died down as the three of us sat down to enjoy some supernaturally potent
drinks and exchange stories, the two old men's lives were far less exciting than my own but
the trolling of students was never not a fun thing to talk about and I still felt less than inclined to share my experiences, much to Savos' consternation.
Still, none may deny the Great Lizard Wizard (praised be) once he wants something, and he declared that he wanted me to tell them everything that happened.
And so I did, I told them about the entire battle and how it all went down. When I got to the finale Savos started looking progressively more and more furious.
To the point that he ended up slamming his hand on the table with a snarl "You should not
have ever left to help them in the first place!" He slumps back in his seat "Let the fools fight their wars, why poison your soul for them like that?"
"Because I am one of the rare people who can." I shrug "And you know damn well I would never be satisfied with mediocrity, no matter how comfortable it may be."
"Your words ring true, student mine!" Shalazar squeaks "For if a soul like yours were to slumber, it would be as asking it to never awaken again."
Savos just slumped even deeper, almost sinking into his seat as he contemplated everything.
After five full minutes of silence he sighed "I guess I can stop you from doing what you want just as much as I could stop your mother." He chuckles mirthlessly and summons a few bottles of mead he most certainly got from his Daedric friend.
He pushed the bottles to us and raised his own for a toast "Very well then, if I cannot stop you
from risking yourself, I can at least celebrate your successes! To Reyvin Dagoth! One insane fucking elf!"
We all chuckled at that and drained our bottles, the contents of which surprisingly managed to give me a buzz, sadly failing to do much more than that. "What of the dragonslayer project?" I ask after we had all relaxed sufficiently.
"It nears perfection, great apprentice!" Shalazar proclaims gloriously "We need only wait a
day for Tolfdir to return, and we shall commence testing with the blessing of your presence!" "While I wouldn't put it in quite so many words, yes." Savos chuckles "We are waiting for
Tolfdir to return from his visit to another of his recently born descendants, he should be back by tomorrow."
"Alrighty then." I clap my hands and slide my seat back "I am going to go and visit Phineas now, I should be free for it tomorrow." I start to walk away but pause "Oi, Shalazar!" "Yes, student mine?" He tilts his head cutely.
"Can I get an orb for my own draconic student?" I ask "Should be quite useful in keeping an
eye on her." "But of course!" He nods rapidly "I will have one ready by tomorrow!"
I thanked him and left the both of them to do their own thing and headed down to the
Midden, Phineas bragged about making even more progress and maybe my own brand of random knowledge would help him out.
True, I may not need the results of his projects but what kind of mage would I be if I didn't try
to play god by creating a living body?
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