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After Oblivion: Adventures of a Dark Elf	By : Syentaru Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 13979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gwen let Shadowmere stable herself, then went to her rooms at the Arcane University. She informed Arc and Prinani of what had happened, and they were shocked and elated to hear the news. She had to write up reports, but that could wait an hour while she bathed, then took a moment to let the events of the day sink in. And then she began to cry, which startled her. She was a fighter, not a whiner, but the stress of the day, what with having a near death experience, took a toll on her mood, and she wept for a short time while she collected her thoughts. She missed Rowan, now that he was gone. It was terrible that he could not explore the cities as he wished and visit with her. She had also gone without sex for days, which was unusual for her, but deep down in her heart, she wanted to find someone as loving and devoted as Ameral was for his Nerala, at least in the end. She knew Rowan probably wasn’t the one for her, even though she longed for his company. He was a good friend, but he was, after all, a minotaur.
            She finished her reports just before bed, placing a copy in the Archives for all to peruse. The dark elf woman took a final look out the window towards the heavens, getting a great view from the tower where her rooms were. The star representing Azura in the sky seemed to glow brighter than usual, winking at her before she closed her drapes, looking forward to finally getting a full night’s sleep. Her life would return to normal, but that was a relief to her, since normal could mean daily adventures for the Champion of Cyrodiil. She drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her friends, and other normal fair, with a bit of Rowan mixed in, and woke the next morning, very well rested and ready to start another day. And she wouldn’t be completing any commissions for the Thieve’s Guild for quite some time.
            That made her think of Seval, who would be seriously disappointed to find that the sword was destroyed. He had given up the search for the thieves, but he still suspected the guild, so they would have to lay low for awhile. The mages who knew that she had possessed the sword said nothing of the matter when and if they left the guild to get supplies in the city. And Shadowmere would never give her away even if she could. Knowing her identity as Master Thief was safe, she began to ponder who would be a good outlet for her energy that morning, a smile lighting her face as she walked out of the guild.
            And right into a very haughty looking Seval. He looked down at her with annoyance at first, then saw the Arch Mage robes that she wore, and his demeanor changed entirely.
            “Ah, there you are, Arch Mage. I was wondering if you could help me with a problem I’ve been having. You see, I’ve lost something very valuable—” he began.
            “And you need me to use the power of the Guild to help you locate it?” the dunmer finished for him, barely glancing up at the high elf. He merely nodded, letting a hint of distaste show at being interrupted. “Walk with me, and explain what it is you have misplaced,” she said, gesturing to him and pretending she was going out for a morning meal.
            “Please, Arch Mage, Gwen, we must make haste, my swo-, I mean my artifact might be half way across Tamriel by now. This item means a great deal to me,” he sighed, frustrated by the dunmer’s behavior. They always thought they were the best race, above everyone else. Anyone with brains knows the altmer are the most skilled, he thought irritably.
            “I am listening. I have been getting little sleep of late, and need to take a good meal now and again, just like anyone else. Tell me what has happened,” Gwen said, trying not take on a lecturing tone. He was the last person she wanted to see that morning, especially since a high elf’s libido wasn’t anything to brag about.
                “Thank you. I have recently had a….burglar problem,” he said, pitching his voice low so only she could hear. “I recently hired better help, but not before two thieves were able to make off with my most precious artifact, an ancient enchanted long sword, rumored to have belonged to a very powerful wizard.” When she did not say anything, he went on. “I believe the thieves are going to sell it to the wrong crowd, if you take my meaning, which could be disastrous for the Guild, and all of Tamriel might be at stake!” He began to lose his cool, outward façade, gesturing emphatically when she pointed to the Feed Bag, her intended destination. “You’re eating here of all places?” he asked incredulously, forgetting his plight momentarily at the thought of having to be seen eating at such a locale in public, even if he was in the company of the honorable Arch Mage.
            “I see nothing wrong with this place. It’s nice to get out of the stuffy halls of the University once in a while, wouldn’t you agree?” she asked, smiling and placing an order of bread, cheese, and apples for a light breakfast. “Anything you’d like? I’m paying,” she winked at him with a big grin.
            Seval couldn’t take it anymore. “We’re talking about the fate of nations! Are you the Arch Mage of Cyrodiil, mighty conqueror of the King of Worms, or aren’t you?!” he nearly screamed, and Gwen did look taken aback for a moment.
            “Well,” she said after a moment and everyone around them had gone back to their morning meals, “I can see you’re in no mood to eat.” She put up a hand when he made to speak again, and he stopped himself, barely. “You say a sword of massive destructive power was taken from your residence. There were two thieves, of unknown origin and identity, and it has been how many days since this has occurred?”
            “Five, counting today,” he muttered, looking down at his feet.
            “Five days you have waited to bring this to the Guild’s attention,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. He only nodded, his lips thinning, so she continued, “Well, give me a description of the weapon and I might be able to offer assistance.”
            “Thank you Arch Mage. It was a daedric long sword, with a sparsely jewel encrusted hilt, with markings on the flat of the blade indicating its enchanted status,” he said in a hushed tone. “I have already informed the Imperial Watch that one of my possessions has gone missing, and that my own men were assaulted with magic, which makes me suspicious, as nearly any person with magic potential joins the Mages Guild at some point. They have been of no help, and you are a legend yourself,” he said, allowing himself to grovel for a moment, “so I thought you would be able to help me recover my sword.” He waited with baited breath when he had finished, seeing the thoughtful look on the dunmer’s face as she chewed her food.
            “Well,” she replied, swallowing a mouthful of bread, “I do believe I can be of service.” The altmer’s face lit up and he began to offer his thanks when she continued, “We received a donation from an anonymous person a few days ago, a blade of the same description, and it has since been destroyed.”
            The look of mixed shock, horror, and outrage almost amused Gwen, although deep down she felt a spot of pity for the man. It wasn’t as if he was going to use the sword for evil, but it was safer now that it was gone from this world entirely.
            “How, how could you let this happen?!” he cried, his disgust apparent as he stood up, making a scene in the small establishment. A few men sitting at a nearby table who knew Gwen from her other guild work began to rise, looking to her to see if she needed help, but they sat back down at a shake of the Arch Mage’s head, a gesture that the distraught altmer did not notice. “I’m sorry, Arch Mage Gwen. I’ve had a few stressful days. Please, tell me how it came to be….” his voice trailed off as he refused to say that it was truly gone, as if not saying it made it reversible.
            “I believe we should go back to the University, as it is a matter of the Guild. If you attended any of the meetings, you might have known that it had come into our possession, and may have prevented its undoing,” she said, fixing him with an icy stare as she finished her meal, paid the owner, and left, Seval at her heels. Once back behind the University’s walls, she took him into the Council Chamber to tell him how the blade met its end.
            “You see, I asked the members of the Council to educate me on what they knew of the artifact when it first arrived, wrapped up with a note telling us it was a donation for the purposes of study. We were all very excited, and upon unwrapping the blade, saw that it cast a detect life spell on anyone who was near. My advisors told me what they knew,” Gwen said to the very attentive altmer, then told him of the stories Arc and Prinani has recited for her, and of her subsequent perusing of the Mystic Archives. “I came to the conclusion that, as the newly dubbed Champion of Cyrodiil, I would have to do the right thing, and end the curse of Kulin’s Blade, as I found it was named. You do understand why even if we knew it had belonged to you, we could not have let it back into mortal hands?” she asked, as if she spoke to a child, irking the high elf.
            “‘Not have let it back into mortal hands?’” he spat back at her, once again losing his temper, then realized it would not help him to become emotional in front of the head of the Guild. “You could have asked around, done more research on where your donation had come from,” he said, barely keeping himself in check, losing all pretensions of etiquette. “That sword was my property, not something to be wantonly broken! How were you able to destroy it, by the way? I did my own….experiments on it when I first acquired the artifact,” he said, skipping around the subject of his own studies. He had tried to do extensive research on the blade, but it would not react to his magic, and he had finally given up when all leads he had followed dried up. He hadn’t thought of looking through the old, musty library at the Guild.
            “And how did you come to own the sword? In all of the stories I read and heard from my advisors, the blade was rumored to have been stored in the Imperial Vault, a place not even a high ranking member of the Thieves Guild would dare trespass without some very expensive pieces of kit,” she said, looking him over with a measured stare.
            “Are-are you accusing me of theft, Arch Mage?” he stated, trying to sound and look offended. He had gone through a great deal of work to get the blade out of there during his adventuring days. And then it had been taken from him with such apparent ease in one night, he thought with vexation. “I was a bit of an adventurer in my younger years, yes, but theft, is quite beneath me, I assure you,” he said, standing and getting a glass of water to cool himself with. It was true, these days he would never think of stealing, but the sword was too great a treasure to resist.
            “I am merely saying, the last known resting place of the weapon was the Vault,” Gwen shrugged, taking water for herself as well. “Anyway, it was destroyed with the help of the other daedra,” she began, and seeing how his jaw began to drop, told him the entire story of the blade’s disposal, leaving out the fact that Rowan was a minotaur, and of course, that she was one of the thieves responsible for his loss. “So there you have it. I apologize that you are down one magical artifact, although I hope you see now how potentially dangerous Kulin’s Blade was in mortal hands, if even the daedra sought its utter destruction,” she said, wrapping up her tale.
            “I don’t believe it. All this time….” his voice faded as he thought of the power he had missed out on. But then he reconsidered his line of thinking. If Ameral, a man who was of
supposed great magical strength, had trouble wielding the blade, it was most likely better off in its current, non-existent state. “Thank you, Gwen, for letting me know the truth of what happened. It is good to know that I need not search anymore. I will miss the sword sitting above my mantle. It did give off a pretty light, didn’t it?” he chuckled with little mirth, causing Gwen to smile, feeling a little relieved, until Seval asked, “And where is Rowan now? I would like to congratulate him as well. That was quite the perilous task you both undertook, but I suppose that’s normal for the Champion of Cyrodiil, isn’t it?” he said with a devilish grin.
            “Oh, Rowan had to continue his journey. I saw him off this morning, but I don’t think he’ll be stopping by here again for quite some time, I’m afraid. If I see him I’ll let him know you wish to off your gratitude for his services to Tamriel,” she said, smiling when he nodded his assent.
            “It’s too bad that we will never find the thieves who perpetrated the act. I’m almost certain it was that blasted Thieve’s Guild, with their ostentatious leader, the Gray Fox. It’s sad that we live in a world where petty criminals get away with robbing their betters,” he growled, his fist closing tightly around his goblet.
            Gwen was becoming tired of his presence and replied, “Without the thieves, we would have never known how terrible the sword was and how it threatened the daedra’s very existence. In retrospect we should be thankful such an event occurred,” she said, talking over him when he began to argue, “and maybe they knew more than we did. I’ve heard rumors that the Gray Fox has access to many ancient resources that we don’t even know of. He might have ordered some of his men and women to take the blade to give to us, realizing that we would do the right thing with it.”
            Seval suddenly had a strange look on his face as he studied her. “You really are the crafty dunmer, aren’t you?” he stated, staring into her eyes.
            “Excuse me?” she asked, sounding affronted.
            “Telling me how it was donated to the Guild, which I am a part of, might I remind you, even if I do not actively participate anymore at the University. I enjoy my privacy, as you are well aware of. But how do I know, Arch Mage, that it wasn’t the Mages Guild itself that ordered the theft, for the ‘good of the many,’ as any ruler or leader would say?” His calculating gaze continued as he said, “It may very well have been the leader of the mages, the Champion of Cyrodiil who, having access to such a plethora of information as the Mystic Archives, read of the sword, did research to find that it was not in the Imperial Vault, and went asking around to see if it was in the area? I am very aware that some of my guards have loose tongues, but I never ordered them to stay away from the pubs. My own fault I suppose. Well, even if it was you, there’s nothing I can do about it now. Well played Arch Mage,” he said, holding out his hand to her. She took it cautiously, meeting his stare, and felt a little electricity that was his power flow into her for a moment, something that occurred because of his irritated state. “My apologies, Gwen. It is hard to admit when you have been bested. You had me going there for a moment. It might have been you yourself in my sitting room. You do have a certain fragrance about you,” he chuckled dryly.
            “I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Gwen said, almost wanting to jump up and say, “Yes it was me!” But she held the urge back, letting him believe it was Gwen the Arch Mage, not Gwen the Master Thief who was responsible for the theft, even though both were true in a sense. “If the thieves make themselves available for questioning, however, I’ll let you know,” she smiled at him, and he raised an eyebrow at her.
            “I do wonder who your accomplice was. It’s a pity I am unable to go to the guards on this. You have too much information backing your side of the story. You probably suspected I’d be hard to part with the blade, but next time, you could just ask to speak to me about it.”
            “Your guards were very mouthy at the pub, disrespectful to be exact,” Gwen said, almost to herself, but the altmer had good hearing, and had to laugh at her truthful confession.
            “Yes, Renton does not have the best manners, but he is no longer offering his services,” Seval replied, finishing his water. “I must be going now. I thought I would be more upset, but knowing at least a bit of the truth is good. But in the future, know that I wish to be left alone. I don’t believe I have any other artifacts of interest, and I won’t be so forgiving a second time,” he finished.
            “‘Forgiving’?” Gwen laughed at the audacity of his remark as she walked him out. “We both could have done things differently. But live and learn, right?” she said, and was relieved to see him give a small smile in acquiescence.
            “You’re the Arch Mage, entitled to making the big decisions. But in all seriousness, I value my privacy greatly. I do not believe I will be coming back to the University for quite some time. So until we meet again, if such an event occurs,” he finished, regaining his haughty air once more. It wouldn’t be Seval the high elf without his overstuffed demeanor, but she let it go. He was who he was, and at least he knew most of the truth on the matter, and had realized the error of keeping the weapon. He gave a slight bow, not one iota more than what he thought the Arch Mage deserved, and was on his way back to his estate.
            “Farewell, Seval,” she waved as she watched him leave, which he returned, surprisingly enough. “And good riddance,” she muttered as she shut the door to the main building behind her, sitting down on one of the benches and digesting the morning’s events. After a few moments of regaining her inner peace, she had an itch that needed to be scratched, so she changed in her rooms and went out to find someone to help relieve her urgings.
            She took the short walk to the Waterfront, intent on telling Armand to inform the others to decrease activity in the area. She found him reading on the main floor of Dareloth’s House. When he noticed her, he stood and greeted her properly, but saw the distressed look on her face and quieted immediately.
            “What is it, Master Thief?” he asked, concerned.
            “Do you remember the heist Laurian and I pulled off the other night, a few days ago? Well, it turned out to be a bigger bundle than we planned. The sword was enchanted, and after traveling into the heart of the Valus Mountains, Azura destroyed it.” She waited for a moment while he took in her words.
            “Well, then, Gwen, I guess you’re here to tell me to call off some of our commissions for the time being, ‘til the area gets more settled. Who was it you stole from again? So we can remain far from that district,” he explained, knowing she understood.
           “Seval,” she began, then heard Armand’s sharp intake of breath and a curse. “We made it out of there alive, and better yet, he thinks the Mages Guild ‘intervened’ and stole it from him for safety reasons,” she laughed, and the redguard was only too happy to join her. “We need to stay away from the Elven Gardens for awhile, but I’ll let you know when it should be safe to resume activity,” she finished. He nodded, thanking her for informing him, then left to tell the other operatives in the city. She watched him go, feeling her need increase with every waking moment. She sighed and walked into her office after debating with herself for a few moments, finally deciding it was best to get her reports done before she went in search of an outlet for her energy.
            She finished her reports, irritated that it took her longer than usual because of the increasing distraction between her legs. She had her thieves give their accounts of how the night went for them, and they left hastily, seeing how badly the guild master wished to be finished with her monthly earnings review.
            When the last paper was filed away, she breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the following day would be entirely free for her. Maybe she would check on the Fighters Guild to see if they had increased their revenue. She always had fun training with the new warriors, eager to test their skills on the Master.
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