It was a late night for an adventurer during the 4'th of the evening star. The directions given to him on the contract were hard to read, filled with turns and loops, seemingly endless. The man at the inn said that the contractor was offering enough gold to satisfy even the noblest of heros. But there were dark signs on the message. Most were too suspicious of it to follow its trail, but he desperately required the money. Some tried to pursuade him out of it, saying as a responsible, and mighty high-elf, there were other ways. But his aged mother would die of a slow, painful sicknesses without the care of a master restorator, and most regular ones cost too much as it is. This job, whatever it was, payed enough for all of them, with money to spare! He pulled out the instructions from his guilded elven armor, which gleamered in the sight of the moons. The man felt a nawing urge to return back, and find another way to gain the funds, but as he was thinking this, a voice broke the frozen air. "alone in the forest, I see." The adventurer nearly jumped out of his boots, drawing his daggers, "I'm here for the contract!" the high-elf proclaimed, as the contract said to. Trying to stand tall, and strong, he couldn't see where the voice had come from. Suddenly, through the dark misted shadows, a pair of eyes appeared, out of seemingly nothingness. The Khajiit strolled out into the faded moon-light. "Good thing too, otherwise you'd end up like him." He pointed at an older looking red-guard under a large tree, who, apparently, must have lost his way. "I'd like to get whatever this job is done as fast as possible", he said trying not to look at the charred and long-dead corpse, "They said the money yo-", He stopped me, and said, charmingly, "please, follow me, and I'll make everything clear, Mr.....?".
"I am Trekarth, of Kartwasten, and you, sir?". They began a slow, but brisk walk through the thicket, "I am called 'Fortex', or once was, long ago." His eyes glowered for a second, as if remembering something long forgotten. Then continued," You see, young high-elf, I was once a well-renowned magician in certin parts of the black Marsh,", gesturing to the unfortunate red-guard, "until i stumbled upon something that eventually sent me here, all the way out in the rift." They came across an old, almost abandoned-looking home. The former-magician ushered him inside, and brought him over to a silver chest. "go ahead, check", speaking as he opened the encasing for him. Inside was gold. Not just a lot of gold, though. Enough gold to kill the strongest of orcs, or fill the desires of any petty thief for life. Trekarch stood, gapping at the potential of all that currency. Fortex brought him back down to Earth, by saying, " Is this enough for my guide?" All Trekarch did was a slight nod, but that was enough. Fortex shut the chest, and started, "alright, shall we go then?". Fortex packed a couple of oddites, potions, and a little food into a satchel, and they were on their way. "Allow me to explain my dilemma", Fortex began, "About 27 years ago, i had stumbled upon an elder scroll in a nearby mine. Not knowing what it was, i read it. The effects of these scrolls, as you might know, tend to blind you. Luckily, being such a high-leveled wizard, the magical effects only lasted a couple of weeks. I was still probably very lucky. Anyways, the scroll showed me a vision of this place, and some ancient alyeid hieroglyphics, poeple who were quite amazing at manipulating magic and its properties. It showed me one of their most treasured spells, a certin rune to cast. But this was more than mere fire or lightning, no. This was a way to create a passage, through time and space itself!"
The high-elf just stared at him, undetermined if he should continue on,or head for the hills while he could. "You see, they were never successful in real time travel. They could never get it to function as an actual spell, sending them to unknown times and places, even said to send some to daedric planes. So, they created runes, were you could use the spells, without destroying yourself and everyone around you. But they still didn't know when and where they'd show up. So, they were forgotten, and most of these runes are lost in caves and tunnels across tamriel. Strangely, it seems the elder scroll, being one thing linked to time and space manipulation, was able to locate one of the runes, which was distoriented it. Does that make sense to ya?". Trekarch had to think this through, but finally claimed, "yeah, i got it. But why do you want to find this 'rune thing', and where do I come in?". Fortex immediately responded, "think of the good this could bring! A whole new look on the ways we use the arcane arts. New spells, new theories, maybe even a entirely new school of magic! Theres so much that could become of this find.", his enthusiasm began to fade, "as for me...", he sighed deeply, and looked at Trekarch directly, "I'm becoming old, that's the problem. When I was young, I probably could do this alone in a heartbeat, but now.... I'm afraid the spells are too much for me alone. I needed someone to defy the laws of nature with. So, now we're here, and you can make your final choice." They stopped in front of a cavern, recently dug out, and looking terribly fearsome. "I am going to redefine magic as you, and as the world know it. Will you join me, in completing the tasks none bolder would take?". The young adventure thought for a moment, going through every possible motion he could take. Finally, he spoke, "For my family, I shall go anywhere." The wrinkled khajiit smiled brightly at him, and nodded. They both entered, side by side, neither realizing what the other was capabale of....
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