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Several thousand kilometers away in the Imperial City…

“Who’s this?”   Asked Tiberius. He scanned the dossier on the latest target. Breton. Long, dark hair. Blue eyes. A mage, highly dangerous. Supernatural.

“Dacian Bellamy.”   Said Medea, standing in the front of the room, facing the two Battlemages. “He’d gone underground for nine years. He’s back now.”

Tiberius sat back in his chair and drummed his fingers on the table to his right impatiently. “Why did you need me for this? There are half a dozen initiates each with their own stick up their ass who would slobber all over a chance like this.”

His partner, Ardelis, across the table to his right, snorted.

“That’s exactly why we need you.”   Said Medea, having frozen mid-presentation. “To avoid any… slobber.”

Tiberius shrugged. “Make it good.”

Medea sprung to action. “Dacian is a two time university drop out. Once in Daggerfall and secondly in Winterhold. All records we have of him is that he is exceedingly smart and was pushed into school by his parents, Sir and Ser Bellamy, at age fifteen, left Daggerfall for Winterhold at eighteen, and was done with institutions altogether by age 20. Sources state that he had an interest with “the Dark Arts” from a young age and was an avid practitioner of them. He collects black soul gems, regularly defiles the dead, and even lived, or lives, in a cave. He was aloof for nine years. Now we can rein him in.”

“How do you know all this?”   Interrupted Tiberius. He looked barely interested, his arms crossed on the table, and his head resting in the nook of them.

“Dacian trusted someone he shouldn’t’ve.”

Tiberius waved his hand for Medea to carry on.

“Dacian vanished off the face of the earth for nine years. That’s a hell of a long time for someone to hide from us. Recently though, our woman in Markarth spotted someone using lich-like powers, and got a description of them. We’ve confirmed the person as Dacian. Now, I think you both can understand the ramifications of a lich being allowed to freely walk around the Empire.”

“Yes, yes, necromancy- bad!”   Mocked Tiberius, unconcerned. “Can we get to the point? What do you want me to do with him?”

Medea’s voice got intense. “I want you to kill him. He wears a medallion, and isn’t likely to let it get far from him. It should be on his person. You break that medallion, then you kill him. Destroy the body. He’ll also have one of these.”   She held up a hourglass filled with purple sand. “We think it has something to do with his soul, or power. Retrieve it and bring it back here.”

“Is that all?”   Asked Tiberius, “Because, if so, me and Ardelis have to get moving.”

Medea nodded. “Be careful.”   She turned away from them. “You’re dismissed. Grab your gear and get moving.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Tiberius nodded and swiftly rose to his feet. He wasn’t sure whether he really wanted to travel all the way to Skyrim, but he was eager to take down the lich. No Battlemage in his right mind would pass up an opportunity like this.