The tunnel twisted deeper into the mountain, and the scent of magicka grew thicker. The home guards shifted uneasily, weapons drawn. Their own feet made echos that reverberated down the tunnels and back, a dripping of distant water, the occasional loose stone clattering to the ground, dust settling on abandoned equipment. No clatter of metal to stone and ore, no footsteps, no chattering of miners. The mine itself was eerily devoid of the usual bustle one expects of the most profitable gold mind in the Reach. Both mer had spells ready in their hands, and Queyan had drawn her short sword. It was at this point that Aicantar and Queyan joined the redguard woman at the front of the pack. The air around the mine was buzzing with it, a shimmer visible to even the least magically capable of the party. This was no ordinary magic, neither had ever felt anything of the sort before. Everyone was starting to feel on edge, the mer of the group especially.
Aicantar made sure to inform Faleen that he could feel the magicka in the air at that time. The sun was high in the sky when they crossed the bridge that led to the mine. The party massed at the gates and began the march through the Reach. Another observer sent along was Queyan, an agent of the Thalmor working under Ondolemar. The court wizard, Calcelmo, sent along his nephew Aicantar as a consultant and observer. Upon receiving reports of an odd magical incident in Kolskeggr Mine, Jarl of Markarth, Igmund, sent his housecarl Faleen along with a small detachment to investigate. It was a turning out to be a very strange day. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 57218 Chapters: 30/? Comments: 79 Kudos: 312 Bookmarks: 57 Hits: 6974
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