Skyrim: A New Life

It was Savos who woke her. ‘I had to do it. I have carried the guilt all these years but I had to do it. It would take a massive sacrifice to imprison Morokai, the head Dragon Priest. I had to do it. Thank you surrah, sister of Morrowind. I can now go to my ancestors and face them with honour. The College needs you Se’rith. I bequeath my greatest gift to you. Use it well.’ With that he disappeared into the ether and Se’rith found the air in her lungs and her red eyes popped open. She held a staff topped with a green crystal in her hand. She had recovered from her wounds while her foe lay in a crumpled heap of dry bones and ash at her feet. The only thing that remained was a metal mask akin to the wooden one she had found outside Labyrinthian. Using her staff to prop herself up she hobbled over the mask and as soon as her hands clasped it she was almost overcome by the sense of power emanating from it.

 

After waking up from dropping off to sleep she found a small passageway leading to a small corridor that opened up into Labyrinthian once again. The air felt cleaner and less dense and she sensed she was higher up. A hole in the cavern wall let in sunlight that bathed the area in golden light. She follwed a winding passage upwards. Motifs of bearded nords escorted her in her ascent. Arriving at well lit foyer, three fully ablaze braziers stood among the ruins, she came across a tall Altmer dressed in Thalmor robes. Had that bastard Ancano followed here? The elf pulled back his cowl and introduced himself as Estormo. He was extending the gratitude of the Thalmor to Se’rith for obtaining the Staff of Magnus for them. He also added that Ancano had been right to have him follow her. Se’rith’s anger flared uncontrollably. He hatred for the Thalmor and the stress of what she had just been through broke upon her like a tidal wave. Screaming ferally she let loose spell after spell at the elf, his resistance was counted in a matter of seconds as her second blast killed him but she pumelled on until she realised that the wet splotches she was felling on her face was gore from the mangled corpse of the once Thalmor agent. Her red eyes were open in shock but her anger boiled. Ancano was due a reckoning. If the College was in danger that bastard must be the reason why!

 

CUT SCENE

Se’rith had no idea how much danger the College and Skyrim really were…

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