Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141102124827/@comment-29458028-20141106012309

Karonor Pinewood wrote:

Duniir walked towards the Great College of Winterhold, and to a Mage standing outside.

"Hello? Im here to apply."

"Please go to the admissions office and submit your application. Wait for it to be processed before we let you in. Somebody will come out to test you" answered the DREMORA guarding the gates (no mages at the gate, just to very fluent dremora spellswords, one male, one female)

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Vauban woke up with a horrible headache. He noticed the necklace around his neck was gone. Frenzied, he cast a powerful supernatural object seeking spell, but he saw nothing. It was worse. He had lost his lover's soul. He was in for a beating when she got back.

Vauban's mind clicked. They had a powerful oculory in the Midden now, similar to the dwarven one uncovered years ago by the mysterious nightblade/battlemage the dragonborn (I assumed he mastered everything, no?), but better and more precise. The only problem was sieving out Illyana's phylactery from all other objects of power.

(Not even that will find anything)