The tale of Telina Delvanni, chapter 5., The Rise of Great House Telvanni Options

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The Tale of Telina Delvanni, Chapter 5.

The Rise of Great House Telvanni

-“My name is Llovyn Salvu, Wizard of the house, and I have been assigned to you as your advisor…so would you like to hear the councils current focus”? I answered him with a promptly yes, so he smiled and continued. “The council is complaining about the gap Gothrens death made, so I suggest that you instate a new Master, to take residence in his former tower. These are the candidates.

-“Mallam Ryon Gothrens old mouth, I’ve heard that he is drowning his sorrows in Fara’s Hole in the Wall”.

-“The second one is Lady Zubadayah, daughter of Lady Zafirbel…a rare beauty that one is, she is half Chimer, half Dunmer. You will find her on the docks of Tel Mora”. Hmm, strange half Dunmer half Chimer, that was one I would have to meet personally, so I walked down towards the docks, ready for a boat trip. The same as with my stronghold I was given an item to get back to my chambers here in Sadrith Mora, only this time it was an amulet with a powerful drain health as well, which I could unleash on my enemies.

The trip was a comfortable one, and I was soon over in Tel Mora. Finding Zubadayah was not difficult, I only needed to find the first person who had her right side golden skin, and her left side the ashly grey that was normal amongst us Dunmer. Her face was striking, and she had a kind of divine upheaval beauty around her, almost as she was from a different world than the rest of us.

-“Exuse me sera, but you must be Lady Zubadayah”?
“Who asks”? she said. “Telina Delvanni, Arch-Magister of Great House Telvanni…I’m offering you a job as Master, if you wish it, as soon as you accept you can find a Mouth, and take up residence in the tower of Tel Arhun”.

She looked at me for a bit, pondering on her decision. “Deal, I’ll find a Mouth and take up residence in Tel Arhun”. She turned and walked towards the tower of Dratha…”Wait a moment, I have a question for you”, I yelled.

She stopped, and turned again. “Why is it that your skin is half golden half ashly”? I said to her. “Because I’m the daughter of Lady Zafirbel one of the original founders of Great House Telvanni, and Lord Vehk, Azura granted every daughter of my line to be born with the split skin of Chimer and Dunmer, to show that there is still hope for our race”, then she walked away, leaving me standing there.

After a few moments, I gathered myself, and went for a piece of fried fish at the local inn, before I went back to Sadrith Mora. “I’ve convienced Lady Zabadayah to join the council as a Master”, I told Llovlyn.

-“Exellent”, he smiled, “the councils current focus is now to bring the Mages guild down, would you like to destroy the guild here on Vvardenfell”? he asked nervously.

This required some thinking. Ok, The Mages Guild had never been actually good to me, the had called me several things, taken unnecessary high payment for me being Telvanni, I had more than once been threatned on my life when I had been in a guildhall lately…and back when I lived in Cyrodiil, they had tried to get me arrested for being a necromancer (I had refused point blank to join their guild )…and not to mention they made many people who offered magical training have “unexpected accidents”, and the last thing was that they currently had a monopoly on magical training here on the island, and they would destroy the house, if they had the chance to it…”I’ll make sure the guild is destroyed personally”, I told Llovyn after a few minutes thinking.

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Ah...cloudy, good to have you back, hope you have read the beginning of my next fic as well. Thanks for commenting so soon after your return, so now my dear readers, since I have been away for over a week I have given you a long one today, enjoy.


-“hehe…no troubles I hope”, Jaron said amusingly, as I handed him the glove. “Just a little second and I’ll enchant that for you my dear, hehe, what’s the point of having it unenchanted”.

He went into his shack, and I could feel the sheer powers that was unleashed. I screamed as a sudden bang, and a bright white light, enclosed me, when I could see again, I saw Jaron standing soot stained, laughing manically, while his hut was lying in small planks around he place.

-“Hehe, just a slight miscalculation, hehe, but I managed to do it right at the second try, so here it is, finished in all it’s glory”, while I took the heavily enchanted glove on my hand, he continued talking. “I have a lesser task for you know…I have a…a problem of sorts, I am one of the sad users of skooma I’m afraid, but I ensure you I can quit any day, just that day is not now, get me four bottles, and in return I’ll teach you two fearsome spells”.

Wow, fearsome spells, I thought the spells he had learned me till now was fearsome, he clearly had other opinions of what “fearsome” was.

I knew full well, where I could find skooma, raid any bandit cave, and most likely you’ll find some. It just happened, that once I got back to my stronghold, a letter was awaiting me.

Dear Telina, your family is getting increasingly worried by the fact that you haven’t met any of us in ages, please drop by. But now over to business, if you remember our talk so long ago, you will know that I have sent our family members around a bit, preparing for the big…feast. We have discovered that the family of Orvas, is running respectable places all over Vvardenfell, but most of the places are in the West Gash. But be careful, some sons of Sithis is known to be with them as well, so I suggest that you start at Fatlegs drop off at Hla oad.

From Uncle Caius.

Ok, that was good news, and true, my…ah…family, was definitely the Blades, and I had honestly forgotten all about them, I had been too busy lately, but the family of Orvas, was definitely the Cammonna Tong, and sons of Sithis working with them, meant that the brotherhood was involved…

I had done as Caius proposed, and started at Fatlegs drop off in Hla Oad. I had snuck into the shack at night, knocking Fatleg out for a few hours with a hammer, I wandered around the shack. Strange, the room was barren, sake for a single carpet, strangely positioned in the corner of the room. Intrigued, I lifted it up. My curiosity was for once rewarded with a trap door, which seemed strangely susceptible to break after a well placed chop with The Monarch.

I slipped down in silence, I knew what I was looking for, skooma, brotherhood members, and slaves to free. Strangely the second was found first. A member of the Dark Brotherhood, was patrolling the walkway, and he seemed quite oblivious to my existence. I remembered a spell I had once learnt, one too complex for me in my earlier days, but perhaps now I was skilled enough.

-“mexas mega constricto”. The spell, was a immensely powerful burden spell, and it made him so heavy that the wooden planks he was standing upon could not take the weight, so he crashed down into the water, to drown…slowly. I walked further through the cave, down onto the walkway, I took the way to the left, which was the room where all the people were. Silently, I paralyzed each one of them, tying them up to the pillars supporting a platform. I also found a slave, who wished only to be set free.

I cursed, as he told me that the key to the bracer was broken, so I made sure that he was willing to sacrifice ANYTHING for freedom, getting the answer I was waiting for, I knocked him unconscious, to spare him of any pain. Then, I swiftly cut his hand off, and the bracer fell off, then I cast a healing spell on him.

Seeing that the former slave was safe for the moment, I decided to raid the cave, I was lucky that I had started here, the smugglers had indeed been good, as I found no less than nine bottles of skooma, a few coins, some scrolls, and quite many bottles of different liquor.

By the time I went back to get the slave, the six Cammonna Tong and Dark Brotherhood members had awakened, and was swearing loudly at me, for tying them up. I smiled, an interesting idea popping up in my mind.

These men were slavers, and assassins, I had for the moment a grudge against both of those kinds of persons. I took all the liquor into the room, spraying them with it, putting many bottles at their feet as well. I woke the slave up, telling the poor Argonian to run for his life, then I “accidentally” dropped a torch, onto the poor bastards, who were soaked in flammable liquor.

Saying my goodbyes to the bastards who was now running around, screaming as the flames licked around them, I turned, and sent myself back trough the void to Jarons little island.

-“Ah, hehe, so your back, here let me teach you the two spells, Blizzard, and Immolation”.

The first spell, Blizzard, created a massive maelstrom, of ice shards, cold air and snow so thick that there was no penetrating it with the naked eye. I saw the tree I had performed it one, was twisted, several deep cuts in it, bent in unusual angles, and I could only dare to think on what it would do to a fleshy living target.

The second one, Immolation, well, what does it sound like. A huge orb of fire erupted at the place I cast it upon (another helpless tree I’m afraid), Holding it, it started to whirl around at astonishing speed, the fire grew more and more intense, expanding as I poured more power into it, and then it stopped, having drained me of my magicka completely. The area I had burned, was now blackened and devoid of any form of life sake for the gloving red rocks, who was still cooling down from the spell.

The spells, was scarily alike, they were both intense, starting with taking the shape of a globe, only to turn into a whirlwind of elemental energy, expanding and increasing in power as one poured more energy into it…the only real difference was the effect of the spells.

Going to sleep in my bed that night was terrible, I was lying awake for what seemed like hours, shivering. All this knowledge, the sheer power and scariness of these spells was scaring the spit out of me. They were designed for one thing and one thing only, murder, murder of many, giving no chance to the victim(s).
I wept that night, for myself, for all the mindless murders I had committed, all those families I had ripped asunder with the murder of one or more of their loved ones, but mostly it was for myself. But now it was that I lived in a world, where the survival of one, is mostly dependant on how powerful one’s friends are, and how powerful one is…and with me living in the most ruthless part of Tamriel, I had to be ruthless back in order to make safe my own survival…once I was ready, I would start helping the others, until then, it was me myself and I who was on the line.

When I woke up, I felt strangely smarter and more powerful in mind that I had previously been, and I sure felt for some reason luckier too. This feeling of being elevated, had struck me many a time before, and it was getting to me more and more often, and I was sure that I was merely growing better and more powerful.

When I returned to Jaron, I found him lying on his back outside his house, clearly drugged down, as the four bottles of skooma I had given him was now all empty. I sighed, throwing drugged people in the water, was getting boring, so I decided to try something new for a change…Putting my hands on his chest, I cast the freezing touch spell that Jaron had taught me for a few days ago. Jaron screamed in agony, and jumped up higher than any living creature I had ever seen before. It was quite comic actually, to see the old mer standing with his face a few inches from my face, red as blood, nearly bursting with anger.

-“WHY DID YOU DO THAT”, he demanded. “Hmm…mostly for the fun of it, but I needed you sober if you were to teach me more stuff, and precisely that stuff will kill you one day, so no better day than this to start stopping with it eh”? I looked him straight in the eyes, knowing that telling the truth would do me no harm.

He looked at me for a few seconds more, trying to keep and angry face, but soon we were both laughing frantically, holding each other, as we were dangerously close to falling on the ground.

-“Hehe, well…the time for you to have your robe is close, but first I need you to go to the ancient Dunmer fortress of Andasreth…there you will find three elementals, summoned by a mage I’ve never seen before, bring me back the essences of these three, and I’ll forge your robe”.

Checking my map, I could see that Andasreth was lying close to Karthag Point and the tiny fishing village of Gnaar Mok. I took a boat trip to Ebonheart, only to swap ships, and continue up to Gnaar Mok. From there, it was a small matter to walk overseas to Karhtag point. Karthag point was a massive rock, standing overlooking the sea, and the climb up the hill was a hard and difficult one, but I finally reached the top.

I could see a huge building, which had several large domes, and a few other buildings upon it, the old Dunmer fortresses, at the top of the biggest building, I could see two mers standing watch armed with bows, and more importantly a form of…well I would call it an atronach, but it was very different. It looked like a highly beautiful, yet terrifying man, wreathed in flames. His two companions was however mere flame atronachs. I focused my mind upon the spell Jaron had taught me: euhys maxo ramus eximentha northre.

The Globe of pure white light, exploded outwards as it hit Infritel, focusing my power to maintain the spell, I made it expand rapidly, making the entire roof being swallowed by the gigantic blizzard. I fed more power into the spell, Ice shards was tearing the place apart, I heard the muffled screams from the two female archers, as their bodies was frozen and smashed by the lethal ice shards, after what seemed for an eternity, I allowed the spell to collapse, not a trace of life was to be seen on the roof.

Sweat was running down my back and face, as I walked across the roof, the entire floor was covered with ice and snow, and I could see the two female archers, they had been smashed into tiny pieces, but the ice was now melting, and the steaming clumps of flesh made me empty my stomach quite fast.

Looking away from the disgusting sight, I wandered over to the form that was Infritel, even in death it seemed like a ragefull, yet fascinating…thing, and I wondered what it really was. I scouped up the still glowing ashes that I supposed was the essence of Infritel, before I entered the dome at the top of the roof. Typical of my luck, the door was frozen, so I did the drastic measures of trying to kick it open…I swore long and loudly, while hopping around clutching my toes, which was undoubtly broken.

A healing potion took care of the toes, and a fireball made the door into matchwood. As I walked into the dome, I saw a young man lying at the ground, several wooden splinters had penetrated the back of his chitin armour…at least he ought to be at sleep when he was killed, as there was no chance he could have been awoke when I was killing his buddies outside, so he died painless.

I wandered down the stairs, looking to my right and left, I was faced with a difficult decision…left…or right? I choosed right, as I could feel a great deal of static electricity coming from there…most likely Litanigier and his retinue of storm atronachs.

Sometimes I hate it when I’m right. Looking into a room, I saw the huge rock like form that was Litanigier, and a sword swinger, and two storm atronachs.

Digging into my pack, I grabbed all of the scrolls I had with me at the moment, and sent the first spell into the room. A thick black cloud seemed to creep out of the room, and I could hear choke sounds, and the inevitable thump of a body hitting the ground. Litanigier and his retinue survived though, and worse he was roaring in fury, and sent forwards a spell so powerful, that I was flung like a bloody rag doll over forty feet away from him. With a crushing thud, I hit the stone walls, and felt several ribs crack, unable to do anything but to take a scroll, I sent another spell forth. This was but a mere fireball, and I could see Litanigier laugh at my feeble attempts to end his life.

The next scroll was interesting though, a beam of intricate designs, and a blinding white light, flew towards him, at first he was laughing, but then he must have realised what was coming towards him, so in an act of desperation, he grabbed one of his bodyguards and held him in front of himself as a shield.

But to no avail, the beam continued, and carved a hole the size of an ogrims head right through Litanigier and his companion. With it’s master dead, the last atronach vanished in a puff of dust.