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Under Saarthal – Icarus/J’hasi

brothersofthedominion:

“GET BACK HERE, YOU MANGY ANIMAL!” Icarus bellowed as he struggled in comparison to the cat getting through the snow. He aimed another firebolt, but it extinguished before he could fire. He spat curses in Altmeris, even with the new amulet, his magicka was lacking. Nonetheless, the justiciar hurled threats and curses at the Khajiit while all the while attempting to rekindle enough energy for another firebolt. Buts this godsdamned snow. The cat was getting away, and Icarus was not having any of it.

Moments later, if the cat could hear him from the far distance he gained on the mer, he’d hear him cackling like a mad elf as the justiciar plowed through melting snow, bright flames spewing through his hands, empty magicka bottles chucked behind him. “YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER, CAT!” the mer laughed manaically, slowing catching up to the black khajiit as the snow depth began to die down. Once the snow went up to his ankles, he aimed a couple more firebolts at the cat.

Blinded by rage and hate, the mer failed to realize that they had both entered Winterhold, failed to notice the panicked townsfolk and the guards chasing after him. More importantly, failed to noticed that he aimed a firebolt at the inn that the cat had run into.

It was one of those few moments that it was fortunate Ancano was in the area. The superior mers eyes widened as he scrambled up a ward to repel the firebolt within seconds, saving the town from his irresponsible subordinate.

Ancano grabbed the frenzied Altmer, a troubled look appeared on the older mers face as he saw the guards surround them. The mer cleared his throat, “I have this under control!” Ancano shooed away the guards, “No damage appears to be done and everyone is unharmed! Return to whatever it is you were doing! Official Thalmor business!”

The guards mumbled to themselves before spreading out, but not before threatening that they had their eyes on the pair. As they scattered, Ancano took his focus to his subordinate, who was still shouting Altmeris obsceneties to the Khajiit inside. A scowl slowly turned into an angry display of teeth on Ancanos face.

“You ingrate!” Ancano spat as he clonked the smaller mer over the head. “Are you trying to get us all kicked out of the college. I should have had you exp-” His eyes caught glimpse of the amulet around his neck and the amulet in his hand. “What is this?!” Ancano hissed as he snatched both from the justiciar.

“Wait! Nononono– I need that! Sir! That helps my magicka somehow!” Icarus scrambled to reach the necklace from his superiors grasp.

“Absolutely not. You amazingly manage to be a irresponsible threat to the people while magickally handicapped. I don’t need to worry myself when you have a full supply. Now whats the o-” Ancano paused the second he got a closer look at the other amulet.

He knew he had seen that amulet before.

…

Wait a moment…

“Where… Where did you get this?” Ancano inquired sternly.
“What- that?” Icarus pointed at the smaller of the two amulets, “What are you talking about- I’ve had that since I was a child.”
“Elaborate.”
“I’m-I’m sorry what?” Icarus stammered, confused.
“Where did you get that amulet?!” Ancano interrogated, the his clenched fist inches from the smaller Altmers face. The amulet swung back and forth between his knuckles.

“What- I- Wh-” Icarus stumbled away from the overbearing mer, “From my mother. Said its supposed to be something she got from my father.” He was very much confused. “The hells this about anyways?”

Ancano exhaled deeply, “… It’s nothing.” He took in mind the broken chain, “The other student damaged this, I assume?”

“Yes, sir…?”
“Very well. I’ll see this gets repaired. I’ll speak with the Archmage and see if the khajiit can cover repair expenses since it was his doing. It may take a couple weeks if I can’t find a blacksmith in the area, however, so I hope you are okay with that. Worse case scenario, your colleague is buying you a new chain.”
Icarus was incredibly confused about the sudden and unexpected kindness. However, he was not one to complain if the coin was not coming out of his pocket.”Really? I would appreciate that. I um… Thank you sir.”
“Mm.” Ancano hummed, a stern expression still on his face. His eyes shot a glare at Icarus. “Now get back to the college!” He barked, “We don’t pay you to screw around at an expensive institution!”
Icarus scrambled in the direction leading to the campus “Yes sir!!”

Ancano inhaled, stuffing the amulet in his pocket, no intention of either speaking to Savos or getting the jewelry repaired, “Well this should be interesting…”

J’hasi’s back slammed against the door, gasping for breath, clutching at his shoulder. He could hear yelling outside, pressing his ear to the wood, listening while also trying to find a way out. Dagur peered at him from behind the bar, confused and then shocked at the sight of blood streaking down the front of the Khajiit’s robes.

…the yelling stopped.

He tried to listen more closely with the pounding of his heart in his ears, his ragged breathing…and then it was quiet outside, aside from the growing howl of wind.

The Khajiit let out a whoosh of breath, relaxing slightly. Safe. For now. He just…he needed to sit down…

…or he could meet the floor rather abruptly. That worked too. J’hasi groaned thinly, seeing bright red at the edge of his vision before his eyes closed.

Under Saarthal – Icarus/J’hasi

brothersofthedominion:

Icarus immediately regretted going back outside.

The blistering winds bit his cheeks and the snow nearly went up to his knees. The mile and a half trip back to Winterhold seemed like it was going to last for an eternity. “Godsdammit,” Icarus snarled to him, “Whenever I said ‘I miss the sea breeze at home,’ this is the exact opposite of what I meant.” It was much windier than it was this morning, gods know, there was probably a blizzard on the way. Icarus glared back at the khajiit slowly trailing behind him. “Move it cat!” The justiciar snapped, “I don’t plan on us both dying out here from hypothermia because you’re fucking around back there.”

He hated this province.

He hated its run down cities. He hated the half-witted lesser races running all over the place. He hated the Stormcloak buffoons who pretty much dragged him into this icy shithole.
He just hated this province so godsdamned much.

Speaking of lesser races, he made a made another glare back at the Khajiit; had to make sure the furry bastard didn’t try anything funny.

He was losing too much blood.

The icicle had mostly melted out of his wound, leaving it open and bleeding despite the pressure he was putting on it. The Khajiit was going to wait longer for the whelp to get tired before he made his move, but as it was his hands were shaking, and it would only get worse. J’hasi picked up the pace a little, shooting a glare right back at the Altmer, acting annoyed but casual, conserving his strength. He needed to get that amulet away from him, it was too much of a risk with him being Thalmor and himself an on-the-run Blade. Who knows what that thing could do to the whelp’s magicka.

So…obviously…carefully pickpocketing it from him was the plan.

Barely a brush against the collar of those robes, something that could easily be explained by the rough wind snatching at their clothes, and…the Khajiit tripped a little, some rock under the snow or something, and he felt something pop against his fingers, a silver chain pooling in his hand, and…

Wait…this wasn’t the amulet. It was a round bit of quartz with a mess of intricate curls of silver around the outside with some glass and sapphire set in. Nothing like the amulet he remembered. J’hasi stared at it, perplexed and confused.

Under Saarthal – Icarus/J’hasi

brothersofthedominion:

Icarus grumbled in Altmeris as he yanked the last dart from his arse, half tempted to chuck it at the khajiit. Unfortunately, he couldn’t exactly afford to be suspended at this point. The teal beams of light stung his eyes when the doors opened. “Argh! what the hell–” The high elf squinted heavily. When his eyes finally adjusted, he could see what everyone went quiet for.
“Huh.” The mer rested his chin on his thumb, “Well I’ll be damned, this province actually does manage to cough up something interesting.” he murmured to himself as Tolfdir began to gawk at the massive…glowy ball thing.

“I never imagined we’d find something like this!” Tolfdir marveled, “Why was this buried so far within Saarthal?”

Ignoring his instructors fawning, Icarus presses his arm against his furry companion, pressing him away, “S’cuse me cat. Official Thalmor business.” While he was borderline used to the musty stench of death, it reared its ugly head as he made his way downstairs.

“Bloody hell,” the elf cringed as he spotted the source of the smell- well, two sources really. Placed on an what he would guess be an alter was a wrapped mummified body. Seated before it was a armored corpse. He had his suspicions, but this thing was probably like the rest of the mindless folk in this underground city. The elvish student approached the seated corpse, electricity sparking in one hand.

“I know you are there, you undead fiend.” Icarus scowled, “Rise and fight, and we’ll make this easier for the both of us.”

No response.

The mer cleared his throat, “I said you’re not fooling anyone. You dont want us here, and quite frankly I dont want to be down here either. Lets just get this over with and we’ll be out of here quicker.”

The body remained stationary. Icarus stretched his lips before waving his unoccupied hand over the corpses remnants of a face. He paused before flicking the carcass’ helm. “Anyone there?”

Still nothing.

The mer shrugged before bringing his attention back to the massive sphere. “Well now.” Icarus mused to himself, failing to notice the rising draugr behind him, “What in the eight do we have here…?”

He’d rolled his eyes when the Thalmor brat went to have a chat with a corpse, looking at the massive rotating orb in the rear half of the room, surrounded by swirls of blue light rippling around the dais it seemed to be housed in. The floor looked like it was made of a similar material, too. Strange markings covered the surface and…

…his fur was prickling…

J’hasi’s eyes caught the near-silent rise of the seated draugr once the whelp turned his back, his stomach clenching and the skin under his fur shooting cold in response.

He drew his dagger and threw it at his target, a flash of gold sinking into the back of the undead between its shoulderblade and spine. It coughed out a sharp growl and turned around, its intended blow for the unaware mer swishing just past his side.

“MOVE IT, WHELP!” The Khajiit barked, racing for the edge of the second floor, springing off to aim his blades right for that thing’s chest…

…only for the draugr to fire off a pair of icicles at him, one whizzing just past his face and the second sinking into his shoulder and knocking him back into a wall with a thump and a crash of ice overhead. J’hasi slid to the ground, pieces tinkling down around him as he hissed, grabbing the shard embedded in his shoulder.

Don’t chase the rabbit!!

The Khajiit stared, scowling at the package that had been tormenting him all day. He’d been told that he wasn’t to look inside at the many papers within, and a wax seal and the promise of severe punishment was the only thing between him and knowing what they were all about. Him, presumably, though whether it was good or bad was the driving force behind his predicament.

J’hasi huffed, ears flattening as he continued to stare the package down in his hands, sitting on the ground behind a house on the outskirts of Seyda Neen. Why did he have to deliver these papers anyway? Didn’t that Emperor guy that he’d been repeatedly told was the only reason he was breathing semi-free air have the drakes to pay someone who actually wanted to deliver them? He knew that a portion of the gold in his pocket had been from the Emperor, but still. He didn’t want to be some Imperial’s messenger boy. Even if said Imperial had gotten him out of prison.

He sighed, brow furrowed as he looked over the envelope. He could just toss them into the swampwater and go on his merry way, but he had a feeling that the Imperials would come after him and arrest him. He didn’t want that. But on the other hand… He’d been told in not so many words that those who helped the Emperor were richly rewarded. The extra five hundred drakes weighing down his pocket was certainly proof of that. If he delivered the papers, who knew how much he’d get. Certainly enough to eat as much as he wanted for days, he’d bet.

Maybe the papers would give some sort of clue as to why the leader of the Empire would give a damn about a prisoner like him, too.

J’hasi frowned, staring at the seal for quite some time, ears crooked in deep thought. If it would give that information, he could just get it right here and now. Then he’d know for sure if it was a trap. He could find out what the papers said about him, if the Imperials just wanted him to deliver the message for free before executing him once he got to the destination, all of it! And they wouldn’t be able to get the jump on him if it were so. He could run into the furthest reaches of Vvardenfell. They’d never find him.

And all because they assumed he couldn’t read because his Cyrodilic was so bad. He’d show them.

The Khajiit smirked, breaking the seal with a claw before pulling out the stack of papers, turning them rightways up before settling his gaze on the first line.

….

Wait.

J’hasi frowned, eyebrow rising before one cocked in confusion, flipping through page after page with increasing disbelief. Was it seriously…?

“<AAAGHHH, HIST DAMN IT ALL TO OBLIVION!>” he yelled, startling a few residents of the small village with the loud snarling in Jel.

The documents were written in Cyrodilic letters.