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Winterhold 3rd Sun's Dawn, 4E 203

Days navigating the frigid Skyrim seas elapse. The water is full of ice making the going rough and for the most part the crew has kept a distance from shore. Deciding they should be near Skyrim they came close enough to spot land, in the far distance a city above some cliffs. Winterhold and the College of Mages catches their gaze and wonder, when suddenly there is a great splintering crash. In their lapse of attention the ship his struck a bad blow against an iceberg.

The crew swiftly goes below and seeing the breach is too big to fix, begin salvaging what supplies they can. Maerwyn with the help of Medea and Cassandra using their magic bring the ship in as close as they can. With a great crash Maerwyn runs the ship into a tiny frozen island surrounded by the frozen over sea. The party disembarks and kills a few horkers on the island and eats and gathers their supplies. Warming themselves up to the frigid north air they begin cautiously crossing from iceberg to iceberg closer to the shore. Sir Plutarch and Trollz being the bulkiest load on the pack gear of what can be carried and the mages keep Water Walking on them and help them move through the icy sea.

As they reach the shore at last with the sun going down the dusk winter air is lit up. The glow of several different spells illuminates the air. Maerwyn and Asher topple over paralyzed. As Trollz puts down his pack he is suddenly hit with Calm and lays down docilely. Sir Plutarch and Sir Jaquavis are surrounded by ice spikes, the lethal magical missiles falls around them in a wall. Medea and Cassandra deflect some spells directed towards them, and focus their warding and step forward.

"HALT!" A great booming magical voice is heard.

"We mean no harm, what is the meaning of this? Who are you?" Medea stops and puts her hand forward stopping Cassandra and calling out.

"I am Tjolfdir of the Mages Guild, the College of Winterhold……. Medea it has been so long, is that really you?" Tjolfdir the elderly master mage walks out of the shadows with some battlemages by his side.

"Teacher. Yes......It is me. I'm so sorry, our ship ran aground...."Medea steps forward happy to see her old teacher, but the old mage raises his hand and dispels her ward and force pushes her backwards.

"Medea you were banished from the College for Daedra worship, I cannot allow you into the city." Tjolfdir sternly says to Medea looking at her with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Teacher....I am so sorry, you are right. I have repented of the worship of the Daedra though." Medea steps forward again and Tjolfdir raises his hand to cast another spells to back her off when she falls to her knees before him. "Please teacher, if I am not allowed to enter Winterhold so be it, but please allow my friends here to enter. We need supplies and a way to the other cities of Skyrim. The Akaviri have returned and begun an invasion of Tamriel."

"Hmmm, what you say is true. We had seen the Akaviri fleet pass here some days a go. There is another Akaviri armada near High Rock but we had seen the Ardoland navy go by here a week a go and presumed they dealt with them. Perhaps the Akaviri have gone home, or perhaps to gather their forces." Tjolfdir walks forward and helps Medea up and commands the mages to dispel the enchants on and around the others.

"What Medea says is true, we have fought the Akaviri in Morrowind. The Dunmer king Symacchus of Great redoran managed to repel them and that fleet you saw is probably those that escaped. It is said by the Redoran scouts the fleet of mostly Tsaesci and Tang Mo are heading to Northern skyrim." Asher the raspy voiced former Ashland chieftain speaks as he stands up after becoming un-paralyzed.

"That means they will probably strike Solitude. We must warn the The Emperor of Tamriel and the Legions stationed there." Sir Mazog says exasperatedly.

"Ah we may be too late either way. The Akaviri have not landed yet I know this much, but indeed the threat looms. If they invade I dare say they may find Skyrim an easy target, it is a fragmented and quiet land divided among many factions like Hjaalmarch0, Northern skyrim, and Skyrim and nordic peoples, the Imperial Legions of the Emperor, the rebellious Nords, and much more. There is little we can do." Tjolfdir states dismissively to the orc's concerns and walks over looking at Trollz puzzled. "I am curious why do you travel with a troll?"

"Ah he is our friend, and another reason actually why I wanted to come to Skyrim, and see your, er, illustrious guild." Maerwyn walks forward to Trollz side and pats him on the head. "Trollz is real smart, I mean you know, for a troll..." Maerwyn begins as Trollz sniffs Tjolfdir curiously. "..I mean we taught him to speak a lil bit. But you see uh, well Trollz got cursed by Hircine when me and Medea were trying to cure my lycanthropy..." Maerwyn looks at Tjolfdir nervously and stammers "..b-but we cured my lycanthropy months a go and no daedra worship since then I promise...It's just that Trollz here, well he is a weretroll still. The Wolfsbane Potion cured him from being forced to transform every day, but because of the cursed hide on his back, he still transforms and it is painful to him. I just wonder if we might be able to cure him without killing him."

"Ah so you two learned the folly of dabbling with the Daedra the hard way I see." Tjolfdir pats Trollz on the head and gives him a sad smile. "It seems this poor beast will have to bear the curse of your iniquities. I cannot say I ever have heard of quite a case like this, but we will look into it for you."

"Thank you so much teacher, yes you are correct. The Daedra are terrible indeed." Medea bows before her former teacher again but he hardens his face to her.

"You will bear your punishment as well, you are not enter the city with your friends, but you can camp outside of the city in a tent with this unfortunate creature you have condemned to a life of pain and exile from his kind." Tjolfdir replies and leads the rest of the party besides Medea and Trollz into Winterhold to resupply and rest and gain information about Skyrim.