Magister Phaegol returned to his library in the old Arcane University buildings that mimicked in mini scale the White Tower of the Imperial City. As his Dominated servant entered he glowingly thought back to the long tortuous days the previous occupant, a high ranking officer in the Penitus Oculatus, had enjoyed under his personal ministrations. He had gained much information over those pleasurable days with the Redguard Mage, feeding parts of him as treats to his Bosmer captains. Finally he had Dominated the ruined mage to become his servant. Phaegol continued to smirk as the blind, mute and crippled ex-occupant of the building brought in a tray of fresh fruit & nut sweet treats. It was his midday meal and he picked delicately until a screeching call interrupted him, in the window was a hawk with a letter,
"My most esteemed and honoured Magister..."
A typically obsequious Bosmer start muttered Phaegol
"We regret to inform you that we have not captured the Whitefire. In the battle too many of the Reivers appeared and we took severe casualties, particularly amongst the Justiciars. The Reivers took casualties too, I'm sorry to say that we couldn't keep any alive for you.
Your servant, Vivheim"
Phaegol tossed the note into the table by the fireplace and called for Justiciar Salwehr
"Salwehr, it seems we must travel to the Doomstone and summon Ruma for her rumours."
"As you will Magister, must we summon that Camoran fool again?"
"Indeed we must. The Whitefire is not caught and if we wish to stop leading these Bosmer boltheads we need to impress the General."
"And we keep the prisoners in our false paradise?"
"Agreed, is it not amusing that a copy of the Mysterium Xarxes can only create a false Arcadia. If only that fool of a BattleBorn knew that his family live in my fools paradise."
Phaegol glanced up at the bookshelf holding his copy in reassurance. He enjoyed living in his residence at the ex-Arcane University and had been pleased to discover there was a copy of the Mysterium Xarxes locked away whilst torturing his new servant. It seemed just that he should gain the last known copy of his great Uncle Mankar Camoran's possession.
Dusk was falling and the mist was rising from Lake Rumare at the Tower Doomstone as the Magister, Justiciar and their Thalmor guards arrived. Phaegol's body moved with grace and certainty as he completed the Summoning of his dead relation, her shimmering wraithlike form converged out of the mist
"Cousin Ruma I would converse with you."
"Why do you bring me from the Oblivion halls of my master Mehrunes?" came the far away, but still hard voice
"I wish to use your foresight with which to further the cause of our mutual master."
"There are Aedric forces that hide much of the future and the Whitefire herself from us but I can tell you this. You will meet her in your Ass's Arcadia some days hence where you will also meet a descendent of the Hero of Kvatch who brought ruin to my father, your Uncle."
"How many days?"
"Three at the earliest, although it may be longer."
"So I should just go and wait for them?" there was a hysterical edge to Phaegol's voice, "I cannot do that! The General will flay me."
"That is your Tamriel problem, not mine. Mehrunes I come...." the voice faded as the mist drifted, merging to scrub her outline from the air.
Phaegol turned and strode away.
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