Manchester City 1 Manchester United 0

Match corresponding to the Premier League and played at the Etihad Stadium

Disastrous result. Gutted. United weakest in all areas with Smalling looking like the non league level he came from in City’s goal. If SAF said he wasn’t playing for draw in his post match interview he was kidding us all. Surely this his to be Park’s last ever game for United. City now in the driving seat and deservedly so. The old codger even had a spat with Mancini on the sideline telling the idiot with the scarf to fuck and piss off. Pity his players didn’t show the same character on the pitch. Gutted. City ow have a difficult game away at Newcastle, United at home to Swansea City. City top on goal difference. What I don’t get is the Sky wankfest over City and they vilify Ambramovich at Chelsea for doing essentially the same thing.

Manchester United Team

1   David De Gea

3   Patrice Evra

12 Chris Smalling

5   Rio Ferdinand

4   Phil Jones

13 Ji Sung Park

11 Ryan Giggs

16 Michael Carrick

22 Paul Scholes

17 Nani

10 Wayne Rooney


Danny Welbeck on for Ji Sung Park

Antonio Valencia on for Paul Scholes

Ashley Young on for Nani

Skyrim: A New Life

Tolfdir was still admiring the orb. He told Se’rith he was totally captivated by it. From his observations he went on, he could sense its immense power as it virtually radiated magika. The runes were something he’d never seen before. They were neither men nor mer, a total mystery which the Archmage was totally engrossed in trying to solve. At this point that bastard Ancano came over and very rudely told Tolfdir that he needed to speak to Se’rith and that he was to make himself scarce. It hurt her to hear her mentor being spoken to in such a manner and her eyes blazed with rage. Tolfdir himself, in a rare lapse of self control, showed his anger but tempered it remembering that Ancano had the weight of the Aldemri Dominion behind him.

Ancano, arrogant bastard that he was, cut to the chase. There was a Psijic Monk here in the College that had asked for Se’rith by name. Ancano wanted Se’rith to find out what he wanted and was then to report straight to him! He roughly grabbed her by the shoulder and dragged her in the direction of the Archmage’s quarters. Se’rith’s anger flared and her left hand automatically called forth her lightning bolt. Ancano smirked arrogantly, ‘you wouldn’t dare you stupid dunmer bitch.’ Se’rith charged up her spell but it was Mirabelle that came to her resuce by putting her arm down and telling her now wasn’t the time. The Ambassador laughed out loud and pushed Mirabelle out of the way and snapped his fingers to indicate that Se’rith was to follow.

Inside the Archmages quarters she saw a brightly garbed monk in deep conversation with the Archmage. As they approached the Psijic looked at Se’rith and his eyes suddenly flared with gold. Time seemed to stop. Ancano and Soren where there but standing as if transfixed. The monk introduced himself as Quaranir a Psijic Monk. he said time was short and that the Order had tried to contact Se’rith before but had not been able too because of the orb, which he called The Eye of Magnus. The Eye was a powerful artefact that needed to be dealt with. It was immensely powerful and things had been set in motion that had the Eye at its centre. An impending misuse would make things happen, things with unfortunate circumstances. As Se’rith had found the object in Saarthal fate had decreed it would be her that would deal with the Eye of Magnus. He told her she should seek the Augur of Dunlain. It was somewhere in the College but somewhere beyond the sight of the Psijic’s. The Augur, Quaranir said, would guide her in how to deal with the Eye of Magnus. At that time rushed back. Ancano seemed dazed but Soren nodded at the monk. The usual vitriol and threats came from Ancano, but inside her mind she heard Quaranir’s voice uttering the name ‘Tolfdir.’

Se’rith found him still seething in the Hall of Attainment wolfing down a sweet roll. He almost choked when Se’rith mentioned the Augur. Tolfdir siad he hadn’t spoken to him for a while and assumed he was still in the Midden, a series of catacombs under the College. The Augur of Dunlain, as it turned out, was a ghost of a College member that had died when an experiment went wrong. If the Pisijic believed that the Augur had the answers they needed then Se’rith should descend into the Midden. Tolfidr warned her however that the dead walked those halls and that she would need to be prepared. Se’rith wondered if Brelnya was ready or willing for another sortie!

Skyrim: A New Life

Upon arrival back at Winterhold Se’rith and Brelyna parted ways but both sure in the knowledge that bonds made in battle are hard to break. After resting in her quarters for a while, she sorted out her equipment and changed out of her adventuring gear (it felt she hadn’t been out of her boots for an Era). She sifted through some of the musty old tomes she’d got from Fellglow Keep. The three tomes Urag wanted were of great interest. One was titled ‘The Last King of the Aeylids’ and it dealt with the expulsion of the Aeylids from the Imperial Province. On Atreaum was of great interest to Se’rith as it was about the Psijic Order while the last tome ‘Night of Tears’ was a history of Saarthal. It described the elves sacking of the city and the subsequent human counter led by Ysgramor and his 500. It also talked about a dark secret that Ysgramor hope would stay buried under Saarthal. Was this what Tolfdir and her had found in Saarthal. She gathered the books up and headed to the Arcaneum. She dropped all three when she entered the Hall of Elements to be greeted with this sight!

What in Oblivion was that thing doing there? It spun of its own volition and runes of an undetermined script glowed on its surface. It bathed the Hall of Elements in an eerie blue light. Tolfdir was there and so was Ancano, looking longingly at it. Tolfdir saw her and beckoned her over telling her Urag had been asking around for her. Great! The orc was probably annoyed, no surprise there. He asked her to hold off nay questions until she’d seen Urag.

The orc was there in his usual place, sat at his desk like a Daedric Prince overlooking some small plane of Oblivion. His deep, growly voice boomed across the Library when he saw her carrying the three bulky tomes. He was impressed she was still alive, the closest thing this tusked green giant had ever told her to a compliment. He took the books over and his clawed hands did not match the care and attention with which he handled them. He noticed ‘Night of Tears’ and told Se’rith that Tolfdir would want to know the information contained therein, he’d assumed Se’rith had already read them. His face broke into what must have been a grin, not a pretty sight I tell you, when she produced Shalidor’s writing. He bellowed out a hearty laugh and grabbed the rolled up scrolls. He then went off  muttering to himself about translating them, but not before he gave Se’rith a gift! Her jaw dropped ot the floor, Urag giving her a gift. What next dragons flying through the air?

Urag had bestowed 5 books to Se’rith, 5 books he said, ‘that are going to help keep that skinny little dark arse of yours alive.’ Very nicely put Urag. Se’rith browsed the titles, A Complete Catalogue of Weapon Enchantments. Daughter of the Niben. Racial Phylogeny. Response to Bero’s Speech, Se’rith knew Bero was a destruction specialist of years gone by. The last title was The Black Arts on Trial, its cover was adorned with a sundered skull and finished in exquisite black leather. She’d certainly be busy reading through them tonight. But first to find out what that thing down below was.