Tag: thalmor

Cevimel

Cevimel scowled at the dress laid out on the bed. True, it would be striking against her golden skin and set off her eyes to good effect, but there was so much…lace. It was nothing like the simplicity of her Thalmor robes. Which were, of course, Thalmor robes, and therefore completely unsuitable for going undercover.

“Chaos,” the senior Inquisitor had said, grimly pleased at Cevimel’s new orders. “You’re going to cause chaos the likes of which the Empire will never forget.”

Cevimel had bit her tongue against the impulse to point out that, in fact, the Empire had already faced down numerous forces of destruction, including the sort she was about to attempt. It did not do to contradict Inquisitors, even if she was twice this one’s age and had decades more experience in assassination. Her insubordination had cost her many a promotion already.

Journal of Zanamivir, Vigilant of Stendarr
Day 5, 17th of Last Seed

This morning I walked down the road with a solemn determination in my heart to seek out a group of bandits and…have a very stern conversation with them?

However, as it turned out, I didn’t need my strength of will, or even my arm, only the strength of my faith in Stendarr’s everlasting Mercy. For, as I steeled myself to round the bend and attempt the rickety ramparts of the bandits’ obvious ambush, I encountered a group of Thalmor. Their lead Inquisitor saw me and gestured me over to huddle with them—they were strategizing for an attack on the very same bandits! She asked me to give them Stendarr’s Blessing, which I did gladly, and then told me that I could join them, if it was my desire.

I cast Oakflesh on all the Thalmor I could before my magicka was depleted, and then I fell in with the mages striking the western end of the encampment. The archers were defeated quickly—I barely even sustained any injury, save for a slight cut where an arrow grazed my shoulder. We crossed the bridge to aid the Inquisitor in rousting the rest, including the bandits’ chief, an Orsimer wielding a huge Warhammer. Stendarr knows that I certainly would have fallen under its mighty blow.

I found Kharjo’s amulet among their loot. I plan to turn back towards the Hall tomorrow, as Keeper Carcette must be informed about the vampire court wizard in Solitude soon.