Master Arngeir stood at the edge of the Throat of the World, looking over Windhelm. Master Borri came up to him and spoke, “Hi lost hon nii?”
“Yes, Borri, I have heard it – Master Isavald has given his last prophecy”
“Los til ruz Dovahkiin?”
“Another Dragonborn? I do not think so; I believe Isavald may have spoken about the Prophecy of the Breath”
“Fin mon? Rek fen lost fin su’um do Bormahu?”
“Yes, I believe she will possesses Akatosh’s breath – we shall see”
“Ahrk do rot?”
“I believe the other prophecies hold no relevance to our order, they speak of things I do not understand such as being Servants of Hircine and betraying Julianos. Regardless, we must find this girl, where is she?”
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He was like them, a vampire, he had unlimited potential and unlimited power, Collins thought arrogantly as he sat on the table with the others, dining off the blood of their cattle. Harkon formally welcomed him, “This is our newest candidate – Mark Collins. He is a master of his strange crossbow and now possesses the power of Vampirism!” This was met with applause as Collins fired a drain life spell into the air to showcase his powers.
But then suddenly Mark Collins disappeared and the Vampires of Volkihar were left looking around them in confusion.
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The group sat in the Arcaneum at the College of Winterhold, the library was fairly large and was lined with bookcases on every wall, with a dividing wall separating the books from the tables in the centre. In the north of the room sat Urag gro-Shub - the old Orc librarian of the College with an immense knowledge to match his years of working in a library and a long white beard to match his age.
After the incident in Windhelm yesterday they spent the night at Candlehearth Hall, the Inn, and got up early to walk to Winterhold. Winterhold itself was a wreck; the majority of houses were destroyed after the Great Collapse when the waves from the Sea of Ghosts battered the city to nothingness. The College was the only thing left worth visiting and it stood proudly over the coast of the once-great city.
Once they had arrived at the College Faralda gladly let them in upon recognizing San-Kai, who was a member of the College, they had gone straight to Mirabelle Ervine, the Breton Master Wizard with short brown hair, and explained the situation at which she led them to the Arcaneum to find the relevant information. Now, Bjorn, Nigel, San-Kai, Lucy, Mirabelle Ervine and Urag gro-Shub sat in a circle in the Arcaneum.
Mirabelle opened the discussion, “So, San-Kai, could you re-cap exactly what has happened?”
“Yes” San-Kai began. “My friends Nigel and Lucy were transported here by what we believe to be a Dwarven device; someone else has also been teleported over – an insane mercenary from their world who nearly killed us all”
Urag gro-Shub immediately replied, “A Dwarven teleportation Device? Give me a moment…” The old mage got up and walked over to a bookcase; he got the key from his belt and opened it to retrieve a book. “Here it is, ‘The Disappearance’, it is believed to be completely false information with nothing to back it up – but it matches your description”
Urag gro-Shub thumbed through a few pages and settled on one, “Here, it says – ‘Our Lord, Kagrenac, engineered a device capable of taking us to paradise. They called it The Crossover, a machine powered by the Heart of Lorkhan capable of taking our entire race to an entirely new world – free from the binds of Mortality. We were given wristwatches capable of teleporting us anywhere, every Dwemer has one and there are no spares.”
The mage elaborated, “Kagrenac was the Chief Tonal Architect of the Dwemer – he built the Numidium, the Forbidden tools and, it seems, The Crossover. If you could find one of those wristwatches then maybe you could teleport somewhere, ah wait! There are no Dwarves left in Skyrim, obviously, and there won’t be any wristwatches left lying around as it said. However…”
Urag flipped through a few more pages, “Here! It says that the Dwarves were sent out in disguise to explore new and old worlds; it is possible that there are some Dwarves in Skyrim! You may be able to get a wristwatch from them!”
Nigel interrupted, “That’s great! We can get back home!”
Then suddenly: Nigel, Lucy, Bjorn and San-Kai disappeared and the mages of the College of Winterhold were left talking to empty space, wondering what had happened.
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The Creator and Calcelmo watched the events at the College .The Dwarven workshop remained dingy and the Crossover made no sound behind them for it had been shut down due to a lack of power. Tools littered the whole place and two chairs had been set up for the pair to watch the adventures of the Crossover group.
“They know too much!” the Creator cried
“What are we to do my Lord?” Calcelmo replied formally
“Is the Crossover back online, Calcelmo?” The Creator referred to him by name now
“It is just about ready, my Lord” Calcelmo had been working hard to get an alternate power source due to a lack of quantum harmonizers to put in the photonic resonation chambers as the Crossover worked off of parabolic destabilization of the fission singularity replicated by the Heart of Lorkhan, as The Creator had put it.
Calcelmo originally had no idea how to use any of the technology there, but the more time he spent the more skill he gained in using it. He and the Creator had become more informal over time but he was still to be referred to as ‘my lord’.
The Creator roared at him, “Activate the Crossover- send them to the wastes of Fallout! There are only two Dwarves there, they won’t find them”
Calcelmo obeyed and activated the Crossover; the machine whirred with life and illuminated the room in its golden glow. He selected the dimension designated as Fallout and pressed the button to send all five test subjects to the dimension immediately; It was done.
Now that he had completed his task Calcelmo attempted again “Creator, forgive my persistence but could you please tell me more about this devices history? I am a Dwarven scholar and would be delighted to gain from your bountiful knowledge”
Calcelmo could not see through his helmet but if he could he would have seen the annoyed look on his face. The Creator spoke, “I grow tired of your repetitive questioning – I will tell you only something to sate your appetite for knowledge”
Calcelmo looked eagerly as Creator informed him, “I am a Dwemer, I was a tonal architect who worked on the Numidium, the Forbidden tools and The Crossover” Creator paused,
“And my name is Kagrenac”
Dovahzul Translations
Hi lost hon nii? - You have heard it?
Los til ruz Dovahkiin? - Is there another Dragonborn?
Fin mon? Rek fen lost fin su’um do Bormahu? - The girl? She has the breath of Akatosh?
Ahrk do rot? - And the other prophecies?
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