Dragonborn Saga

Sorry for the sudden disappearance, I’m kinda ashamed of how many I was having those lately so I put a 4K chapter in your hands. I just had another job interview that got me nervous for a few days. I was also down on Brain Efficiency lately so I went on the Wiki and updated Jon’s page then added a page to explain the Cultivation so far so go check it out. just Google "Dragonborn Saga Wiki".

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« The College of Winterhold »

"Auntie, can I please pass by?" So innocently and polity she asked but the stares she received were so cold, hell, colder than the storm raging out right now.

To sum up how it went wrong for Poor Vittoria Vici, it all started more than a year ago when Jon dropped by her mansion during her birthday. This and that happened and he ended up giving her some sealed letters to deliver according to the dates written on them.

As an affair and business partner, Vittoria had good faith in Jon that whatever he says will always end up profiting her so first, she tracked down all the people Jon wanted to send the letters to and went after them after the beginning of the new year.

The first one was Jullanar and thankfully she was nearby at Narsis. Jullanar would kill Vittoria if they were to be alone or so Vittoria thought, that’s why she left the letter with one of Jon’s trusted associates known as the Old Woman of Mournhold and escaped Morrowind before Jull tracks her down.

The others were all in Winterhold which saved a lot of time. Vittoria arrived and looked at the company building but no one was present so she tracked down Wulfur who was by far the easiest person to deal with. If he could deliver the other messages for her, she would avoid a lot of trouble but sadly, he was surrounded by the most fearsome trio relatives of Jon. She could only deliver their letters and ran for her life.

Next would be either Alina or Nurina. Alina is always cold towards her while Nurina only met her once or twice which is a good thing, she may not even remember her. If she somehow went to Nurina and left the rest of the letters with her, she could slip out of Winterhold without a heart-attack or a near-death experience.

Still, the first person she ran into at Nurina’s Chambers was a middle-aged Dark Elf lady in commoner clothing who was blocking the narrow hallway. Even for a Duke’s daughter, Vittoria humbly requested the woman to let her pass addressing her as "Auntie".

But the stares... forget about the Four Nords who were enjoying the breeze of the storm, in this chamber, there were four Elf ladies whose eyes were so scary to the point where they would banish a Daedra back to Oblivion with just those stares.

Who are they? Well, Vittoria could recognize three out of the four.

In front of the fire pouring the tea in a cup was Laaneth, a famous Daedraologist and a Conjuration teacher. Also, an acquaintance of Vittoria’s cousin, Emperor Titus Mede II.

On a sofa-bed, Nurina and Faralda were sitting opposite to one another and each was massaging the other’s foot. It was natural as the two were known as a couple.

Lastly was that "Auntie".

"Lady Fyr, please have your tea. I’ll deal with the visitor." Laaneth said as she offered the Auntie the tea and dragged Vittoria out.

Fyr, huh? Something about the name being similar to that of Divayth Fyr, the strongest and oldest known mage on Tamriel or something.

Yeah, Vittoria just handed the letters and thought how nice that storm was. She even got a coin for her trouble like a poor little Courier. By far, this is the hardest earned coin Vittoria made in her life. The one coin she felt like she had a true adventure making.

Now now, didn’t Jon say something about his Magic’s Heritage being a fourth generation to Divayth Fyr through Alfe Fyr?

"Man! What a day to be alive!" Vittoria said as she walked towards Sea Mist Manor.

Meanwhile in Nurina’s chambers, Laaneth walked in with the letter.

"Ah! Yes! Hmm! That... Ah! Shit"

"Nurina, stop it. I’m just massaging your smelly feet." Faralda said.

"Yes, babe. I’m massaging your foot as well."

"Actually, your hands are so thin to the point where it hurts." Faralda disengaged the massage and walked away.

"No! Babe, wait. I’m sorry. Hmph! Meanie." Nurina was lying on the sofa trying to reach for Faralda who went away. In the end, she collapsed on her face as she was too lazy to move.

"Old hag... I mean Auntie, do you have any booze?" Nurina asked.

"Brat, quit pestering me. And who was the one who drank all the Ash-Fire Mead yesterday." Alfe replied.

"Bleh, it tasted like feet."

"So you finish all our stash and not even be thankful." Laaneth came by and put the letter on the coffee table pointing at it for Nurina.

"You three are invading my place. My place, my rules." Nurina said.

"Well, your place has the thickest walls and the biggest fireplace so excuse us." Faralda said.

"Hmph! Y’all can have a trip to Oblivion for all I care about, it is nice and cozy this time of year." Nurina didn’t bother and kept to herself.

The Dunmer lands are hot and Elves don’t function well in the cold thus they tend to gather in groups and warm up together.

Still, as annoying as it is, Nurina could be a brat on any of them any day of the year without them complaining about her scoundrel attitude. The person in question was also depressed for the past year and a half since Jon’s departure.

Nurina noticed the letter addressed to her and took it to see what kind of rude person would butt into her hibernation like this.

"Who sent this?" Nurina asked.

"The Courier girl didn’t say." Laaneth replied.

"Courier and a girl?" Faralda tilted her head.

"Happens in Valenwood." Alfe justified.

"Aha!" Faralda and Laaneth made understanding noises.

"Aha your asses! This is Skyrim, not Valenwood." Nurina scoffed at them as she opened the letter.

So much for her carefree attitude, the first word in that letter was like a heavenly thunder striking her head.

"Jon!"

She jumped off her sofa and looked with wide eyes. The other could understand it all from her reaction and became silent in anticipation.

Unlike how the lovestruck Jull who took an hour to read every word and fall in love with it, Nurina read the letter in a matter of seconds and remained still.

She then folded it fast and made it disappear.

"Things are going to happen ladies." She said.

"What things? How is Jon?" Laaneth asked.

"He’s fine but the letter is dated back a year ago. He sent many letters to warn us about some events that will take place half a year from now." Nurina said.

"What events?" Faralda asked.

"The usual human stuff, war, and stuff. He knew I am not interested and skimmed the politics over." Nurina said indifferently about politics.

"A war? Do you have any idea how can this impact us?" Faralda face-palmed.

"Winterhold is becoming more and more lively and the college is getting richer. If the war is about Talos and Elves then we will be impacted. Shouldn’t the Arch-Mage be informed." Laaneth said.

"As I said, I don’t involve myself in politics. Whatever it is, Savos already knows, he has a Spy in every court called a Court Wizard." Nurina said it plain and simple.

"Oh!" Laaneth and Faralda nodded but they were still doubtful.

"Our heritage’s Symbol is to keep ourselves as far as we can from politics. Nurina is conducting herself right." Unexpectedly, Alfe spoke for Nurina.

"But... isn’t Jon bring the Shadow Jarl of Winterhold involvement with politics?" Faralda asked.

"That’s a misinterpretation to what Jon is." Nurina said, "A mage should be rich, very rich and as rich as possible. The boy simply started with a business and made it grow, his involvement with politics is mild as his position doesn’t require much politics. Winterhold held no political weight in the past and still holds none without Jon’s business. All his following involvement with politics were for the gains of his business and his minor position as a Thane, there is a big reason why he is not a Jarl."

Nurina’s explanation was simple but deep. Jon was indeed much less of a politician and more of a businessman even though his business supported a whole hold.

"Is there anything else?" Alfe asked.

"The rest is personal between me and my cute disciple. Be jealous, all of you!"

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• Name: Nurina Aren

• Titles: Priestess of ???, Archenemy of ???

• Race: Elf (Dunmer)

• Age: 207

• Level: ???

• Class: Arch Mystic of ???

• Energy: ???

• Condition: ???

• Bloodline: ???

• Birth Sign: ???

• Blessings: ???

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Mirrors, fabled as objects that hold a strange Magic as all mirrors were connected and each has a tale to tell.

But among all the mirror, Alina would stare at hers with a strange feeling.

How can a mirror be able to reflect her Beauty? Should a mirror be this able?

Was it true that the Nymphs couldn’t be seen because they are extremely beautiful to the point that the light of their reflection is unable to interpret their image?

Strange! She feared to never see herself in a mirror but at the same time, she strived to reach the point where mirrors are unable to reflect her image life the Nymphs.

As the self-proclaimed most beautiful young lady on Tamriel, she would always try to bring about the qualities of the fairest of them all thus she would stand in front of her mirror for some time every day studying her own beauty and how to cultivate it.

That is true, she could do that. Back when she was trying to break into the Heart Formation stage, she was struggling with her thoughts diverting about many things. People train themselves for power and each had a personal reason, Alina wanted to protect what is hers but that not a good enough reason.

As attaining power goes against the Binds of the World and the Way of Aetherius, the CHIM is to achieve the Royalty and that is by becoming selfish. Alina finally understood her selfishness and that was her beauty thus as she put her heart into becoming more beautiful through training, she advanced forward smoothly.

Jon was almost the same but Jon’s selfishness laid in power and life in general but Alina wasn’t a power-hungry person like her husband. Anyway, her beauty was being refined the further she advanced and she had to understand her beauty more for the sake of her advancement.

Now as she possessed a peak-human body like Jon with the Eternal Flesh that never grows older, Alina was right on heels with Jon in terms of the level and her speed was astonishing for the simplicity of her heart’s selfishness.

Now in front of her mirror, she stood nude feeling her curves and sways thinking carefully of the possibilities and the potential. Her naked body was still wet from the bath she took and droplets of water were gradually and slowly sliding one her perfectly rounded breasts, on her stiffened shoulder backs that showed nothing of crudeness or blemishes, her abdomen that was flawless sculpted by her graceful abdominal muscles, her well-rounded buttock that wasn’t a single millimeter larger or smaller than it should be, her back above it as it gave a breathtaking arch, her legs that weren’t by any means not fit with the rest of her frame, but atop of this all was her face that couldn’t be described in words.

She tilted her head and put her hand under her cheek to feel its soft buffness as she added a charming smile by her full red lips and blinking softly with her wide eyes that had her iconic crimson pupils all gave her rounded face a charm that takes anyone’s breath effortlessly.

"Heavens, this is tiring." She mumbled.

"Huh?" Hearing her, a voice questioned.

Alina finally took the chance to look aside from her beauty to the other naked girl sitting beside the mirror.

"Aela, didn’t I say that you should wake me if I lose myself in the mirror once again?" Alina asked.

The girl in front of her was Aela, a beauty on her own savage accord but she sat on the mirror’s chair just staring at Alina as well.

"Wake up, girl. I just had you in the bath an hour ago." Alina flicked Aela on the forehead.

"I... I was... damn!" Aela came back to herself and put her cold palms on her face to push away the seduction of Alina.

"Are you alright?"

"Don’t ask me that, I’m barely keeping a straight head after what you have done to me in the bath." Aela complained.

"Ok, my bad." Alina pleaded guilty right away.

Being the lonely wife for a year and a half, Alina only had her sisters to rely on when it comes to relieving themselves. The lack of little Jon was fatal at first but the three were already experienced in ganging up on Jon together. Sometimes they would go on foreplay together if Jon is occupied with one of them which gave them the motivation they needed to sleep with each other.

Of course, this meant that their styles had to change to fit the next sexuality they started to delve into but Alina soon became proficient at handling other girls making both Aela and Jull fall for her touch. Lately, when her femininity and beauty started to overflow, her effect became intoxicating for the other two. In other words, when Jon was struggling with the so-called "gay scene", Alina had the lesbian scene up and running.

"Okay, as a punishment, make a chair." Alina said.

"Oh come on." Aela complained.

"Don’t forget that you are grounded."

"It had been almost half a year."

"No one told you to go find Jon and sleep with him before me." Alina seemed to be vexed about it.

Aela reluctantly agreed and went down on her knees and hands.

"Thank you." Alina moved and sat on Aela’s back while patting her butt.

"You’re a pain."

"Heard that you like it."

"From Jon."

"There is a difference?"

"Jon is a daddy, you are a bully."

Alina went down closer to Aela’s ear and spoke softly.

"You like it anyway."

The two smiled in naughtiness and Alina sat up to comp her long straight back hair.

"How is your training so far, wolfy?"

"Fine, still behind you and Jull though."

"I told you that you should stop being a Werewolf if you want to advance forward smoother. Training becomes easier the less you associate yourselves with the forces of Oblivion." Alina said.

"I said I am not giving up the wolf... It is more than just a commitment or faith." Aela replied.

"Then you need to keep refining the wolf. I’m not sure how it ends but you should have let Jon take a look at it once you were with him instead of hopping on dick the first minute you see him."

""Fine fine."

Aela was following a different form of training than the normal Magicka Gathering training. The soul of a Werewolf is different as it is merged with a Soul of a Beast from Oblivion. As the forces of Oblivion aren’t friendly to breaking the shackles of the world, Aela had to learn how to reverse the process and Shackle the Wolf soul in her fully taking control of the transformations then Refine the soul of the Wolf, after that she would Merge it with her soul which is a level similar to the Heart Formation stage.

Anyway, she was following her own path like she always chose and had the support of Alina.

While the two were chatting, a small creature appeared in Alina’s vision. It was akin to a palm-size girl that floats around with a green hue.

"Alina! Alina!" The girl called

"What is it, Little Gleam?" Alina replied at the Fae that seemed to be familiar with her.

Indeed it was familiar, Little Gleam is a spiritual extension of the Eldergleam tree, the Elder Fae that has a great influence between the other Fae creatures of the northern parts of Tamriel. Little Fae can be said as a soul familiar to Alina which draws energy from her to perform High Green Magic just like Jon and Nefertiti with the Shadow Magic.

Little Gleam also does a lot of things for Alina like helping with the Forest project that aims to change patches of Winterhold snow wastes into woodlands to produce lumber and shield from storms, the agriculture research project that aims to enhance the ability of farming wheat in Winterhold, and finally for surveillance and Intel gathering.

Little Gleam landed on Alina’s shoulder and said something to her. Alina nodded to Little Gleam in the end.

"We have a guest." Alina stood up off Alea’s back.

"Who?"

"The Vici woman."

"Ugh!"

Vittoria wasn’t popular being one of Jon’s amorous affairs. The other reason was her being clinging to Jon and still keeping her engagement from the Snow-Shod clan’s heir.

Still, Little Gleam flew out of the house and manipulated the plants blocking the gate to let the almost-frozen Vittoria in.

Vittoria saw the gate opens and started running inside then the manor’s door also opened for her. Finally, she was inside the warm and cozy house.

"He... He... He*sneeze* *sniff* Hello! Alina! Anyone home?"

Vittoria’s miserable state was to pity but at one unlit corner, Alina and Aela were grinning. They finally stepped out as Alina was wearing a very then robe covering her body but shaping the canyons and curves as the light reached her. On the other hand, Aela was putting on some fur on her shoulders enough to cover her breasts and wrapped a sarong around her waist.

"Welcome welcome. It has been a while, Ms Vici. What is the Emperor’s Cousin doing here at this time of the year?" Alina said as she walked past Vittoria and sat on a chair with Aela standing behind it.

"Al... Alina... Aela... you monsters!" Vittoria was looking at the two with wide eyes while warming herself beside the fire.

"Tch tch tch, something wrong? The weather’s not to your liking?" Alina asked barely on the verge of laughter.

"How on God’s green Nirn... are you two wearing this little?"

"Hmph! Puny Imperials." Aela looked down on Vittoria.

"Aela! Where are your manners? Offer her some fur." Alina said.

"Alright." Aela smiled slyly and replied.

All of a sudden, Aela partially transformed into a Werewolf getting her arms covered with ginger fur aside from the claws and the scary shape.

"..." Vittoria was silent but almost on the verge of tears.

"No, dummy. We are done bullying her." Alina scolded Aela in a fake tone.

"Ah, right. Hah!" Aela headed inside to grab an extra fur to Vittoria.

"I hope you are getting warmer." Alina said.

"From all the wrong places, believe me!" Vittoria spoke with a broken dignity and obvious self-pity.

Alina smiled wryly and shook her head as Aela handed an enchanted fur coat to Vittoria.

"So, Ms Vici. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Alina asked.

Vittoria regretted coming to see Alina in such time. Even though Alina’s beauty was soothing and charming, Vittoria was already on Alina’s bad side since the start. Her encounter with Alina was fated to turn this messy.

She stood off away from the fireplace and walked to Alina taking out two letters from her bag.

"To you." She handed one to Alina and another to Aela.

"You’re delivering messages now?"

"Wulfur said the same but at least he was nice. Can’t say the same about the elders with him. And I got a coin from Lady Nurina so I’m not complaining." Vittoria said as she miserably returned to the fireplace.

"You must’ve been through a lot. We shouldn’t have bullied her." Aela said.

"Wait! You delivered letters to them which means..." Alina stood up.

"It is from Jon." Vittoria continued for her.

Instantly, Alina and Aela broke the seals and opened their letters.

A long silence followed as the two stuck themselves near the fireplace alongside Vittoria to read the letters. On the other hand, Vittoria took out one least letter which was directed to her.

Mumbling mumbling, the three read their letters and became silently still looking at each other.

"I guess we all know what to do." Alina said.

"I can’t believe it. This will change everything." Aela shivered.

"I must prepare a lot of funds, find all these places around the holds and make sure the Village my father shall build is funded." Alina concluded.

"I know but... this plan. Why does it have me in its center?" Vittoria asked.

"Well, good for you. It means Jull won’t get to murder you any time soon."

The three threw their letters in the fireplace and made sure they are destroyed. Alina then weakened the fire and recovered the ashes. She took the ashes into an empty flower pot and dug out some dirt with her hand from the pots nearby.

"What is he doing?" Vittoria asked.

"Just watch?" Aela replied.

Alina mixed the ash of the letters and the dirt together then added some seeds and water.

"Gather round." She called the other two and joined hands all together around the flower pot.

"What is going on?" Vittoria was still fearful.

Alina didn’t reply and started mumbling but eventually, nothing happened.

"Something’s wrong. You guys are low on energy?" She asked.

"I’m okay." Aela said.

The two turned to Vittoria who seemed to be the reason why the ritual didn’t work.

"I’ll grab a potion or..." Vittoria understood the situation and was about to grab a potion but Alina stopped her.

"That will take time. Hold still." Alina pulled Vittoria closer and grabbed her face.

This situation only meant one thing as Vittoria found her lips facing Alina’s as the two were entangled in a slow-mo kiss.

Alina was clearly the dominant female as she had her way with Vittoria who began to lose her sense of the world and moaned under Alina’s effect.

As Alina let go, Vittoria was already drenched in sweat not bearing the clothes on her body. She was hazy and swaying as if she just had a strong shot of mead.

In all actuality, Alina was just transferring Magicka through contact, a method she is used to with Aela and Jull. Still, Vittoria was just one of Jon’s women so she didn’t care much. On the other hand, Vittoria had already fallen to Alina’s move and almost forgot the world.

"Let’s do it again." Alina systematically restarted the ritual and it worked with the help of Little Gleam. In a few minutes, three white flowers rapidly grew from the flower pot. Alina picked them immediately and handed one for each.

"What are those for?" Aela asked.

"Ladies, make sure to chew and not eat. Let’s see what Jon is up to."

By this, Alina managed to create a tracking spell after Jon. The three chewed on the flowers for a minute then started having visions.

White sand, light blue sea, warm sun, tropical forests, ivory palaces, a large wild party. Something too alien to Skyrim.

It was Summerset Isles.

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• Name: Alina Dare (Firemane)

• Titles: Crimson Moon, First Lady Boss

• Race: Human (Nord) {Akaviri Ancestry}

• Age: 19

• Level: Late Flame Heart Formation

(Game Level: 57)

• Class: Master Diviner Mystic

• Energy: 5736/5736

• Condition: Normal

• Bloodline: Moonblade (Serpentborn, Crimson Moon)

• Birth Sign: The Lady

• Blessings: Talos, Kyne, Mara, Dibella, Totem Hawk, Vaermina

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• Name: Aela

• Titles: The Huntress

• Race: Human Werewolf (Nord)

• Age: 21

• Level: Mid Star Beast Unity

(Game Level: 48)

• Class: Alpha Werebeast - Master Beast Ranger

• Condition: Normal

• Bloodline: Hunterborn

• Birth Sign: The Thief

• Blessings: Hircine

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• Name: Vittoria Vici

• Titles: EEC Manager, Her Ladyship

• Race: Human (Imperial)

• Age: 25

• Level: 8 Magicka Gathering

(Game Level: 8)

• Condition: Normal

• Birth Sign: The Tower

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• Name: Little Gleam

• Titles: Alina’s Soul Familiar

• Race: Fae (Eldergleam’s Soul Extension)

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