The thirtieth of Last Seed, Mundas in the early morn on the northern Cyrodillic plains was,
by all accounts like every other morning with the simple exception that the Aldmeri Dominion
had successfully implanted a bastion of warriors and mages alike in a small, yet stylish
Embassy, just south of the Skyrim borders. On these plains the wolves howled and the birds
flew high, while the sun had barely crept over the horizon. Even in the twilight dawning
hours, the Embassy was in full motion, preparing for their next adventure into the wide realm
of the Imperials. Thalmor, the name given to these Aldmeri representatives were simply High-
Elves; Altmer. Gold skinned, pale-haired and gold-eyed users of the Magicka. The most proficient,
really, given their advanced innate storage of said art. As such, they ruled through a mixture
of coercion, force, and raw magical prowess. Like an iron gauntlet sheathed in force, their
grip had steadily grown over the last two centuries and now they ruled from Summerset Isle,
all the way to the furthest reaches of Cyrodill, and were now setting their sights upon the
vast northern plains of the Nordic home. This task had fallen to three Thalmor Embassadors.
One had already been set in Skyrim, awaiting orders and taking in information. Coercing the
locals into a sort of false sense of feeling. The other two were situated just south of the
borderline, waiting placement. Our story follows one of these two, a High Elf named Kairuna,
a mage of immeasurable pride and talent, and a tendency to overdo. Known as the Destruction
Specialist, his gifts were distinctively suited to the most offensive capabilities known to
the practitioners. Able to blend frost, flame and electricity in devestating attacks, he was
quite possibly the one Agent the Aldmeri cherished more than the rest in this excursion, if
only because it would be terribly difficult to replace him. Kairuna, taller, and skinnier
than most of his fellows, towered over the massives with his stoic, quiet demeanor. Even
when hardpressed he showed no signs of anger or resentment, and seemed always a more
condescending happiness than anything else. Always one to smile or laugh silently, Kairuna
always eminated a calm sort of arrogance rather than the boastful, confrontational kind that
his fellows oozed. It was this approach to life which had elivated him, and ultimately caused
his life to spiral into what is about to happen..
Chapter 1: When Things Go Wrong..
Late in the morning, approximately near luncheon for those who had the time, Kairuna was out
patrolling with his entourage of three Battlemages, Aldmeri sentinels garbed in gilded Elven
armor, all heavily enchanted and perfected by the finest Imperial blacksmith. They spoke calmly
expecting no form of trouble on this routine chore.
"And how's the children doing, Teria?" Kairuna asked of his Lieutenant, a golden haired High
Elf lass with piercing eyes and a tight mouth. "Are they well and on their way in the Arts?"
Kairuna, ever inquisitive took to asking mindlessly simple questions to pass the time, as he
always sought to inform himself. "They are well, General. Teepa and Tlori are excelling, but
Makus is having difficulty with Restoration.. He seems more intune with Alteration and sword
play versus anything else.." With a sad sigh, the woman shrugged "I don't know what to do.."
"Send him to the Battlemage training. I will recommend him to Sargeant Flaxus.That Imperial
may be dumb as a sow, but he'll train your boy in frontal combat as well as any other."
Kairuna then smiled and turned, placing a hand on the womans shoulder. "You have my word, I
will speak to him and arrange this. Do not worry!" Teria then smiled, although it looked more
like a grimace than anything else, and she nodded. The other two exchanged a knowing smile,
and Kairuna nodded to them aswell. "And you, Bachti? Caius?" The men, both stocky and of more
physical build. Twins, identicle and both jokers with a pension to boast when they should
remain silent, replied in unison "Fine, m'lo-" they had barely spoke when from a burrow to
their right came a rushing of spiders. Not the bothersome kind, neither. Huge hulking beasts
easily twice the size of a cow crashed into the pair, taking them down and to their demise
without a fight. To their dismay however, that demise was an injection of potent poisons that
left them so disfigured that seconds later, bloated and dead, they resembled mutations rather
than High Elves. In retaliation, Kairuna exploded into movement, whirling about and unleashing
from his left hand a torrent of flames. The spout burned and licked at all in its path, incinerating
many insects, plants, birds and spiders alike. Two lay dead by the end but more continued to
come for the remaining two Aldmeri agents. Teria, busy batting away one behemoth with mace
and spell worked feverantly to keep her unprotected face away from prying giant mandibles,
while Kairuna, dressed in only simple Thalmor robes, worked calmly to eradicate the burrow.
So busy was he that he had not noticed the loss of his final companion until a beast came
down on him from behind, dripping and foaming its toxins along his hooded head. Working to
to squirm himself around and douse the arachnid with flame, he had barely done so when another
came upon him, lashing his face apart with one terrible foreleg, creating a sizeable gash
from his high cheekbone to his upper lip, splitting the skin in such a way that the bone
beneath was exposed. Blood poured down and the spider once again took initiative, this time
clawing at his eye. Barely managing to pull away, the arachnid then spat a paralytic neurotoxin
at his face, splashing an eye and blinding it immediately. Now half incapacitated, the elf fell
back, angered to the point it showed. "By frost of my right hand!" he shouted, dousing the
beast in a freezing spray that crystalized it on contact. "And flame from the left!" he continued
now gushing searing fire from his other palm. "And by the storms I shall rain from the skies!
All of Tamriel.. Will know this day!" And bringing his palms together, the magics blended,
creating a trifecta of energies. Flame, frost and electricity gushed forth, utterly melting
the remaining hoard of monstrosities in such a way that the landscape shuttered, peeling
away from the act as if in fear. When none remained and even the wildlife had fled, Kairuna
fell back against a stone, gasping. He clutched his face in one hand, trying to sew the flesh
with his minial Restoration abilities. It barely worked.. The scar resulting would be perminant.
His eye would forever remain blind.. ".. I'm sorry, Teria... I'm so sorry.." was the last thing he said,
before falling into a deep, troubled sleep.