The College of Winterhold |
I am now an apprentice at Winterhold
College. The college isn’t really what I thought it would be, but… Let me get
back to that, and for now let me start at leaving Whiterun.
What gold and valuables I picked up in
Bleak Falls Barrow and what the Jarl of Whiterun rewarded me with for slaying
the dragon was enough for me to buy a horse. Winterhold is quite a ways away,
on the very north coast of Skyrim, in fact, so the expense was very much worth it.
The man at the Whiterun stables told me the horse’s name is Queen Alfsigr, or Allie
for short, so Allie it is; I’m not going to refer to my horse as ‘Your majesty’.
Buying some food to last me the journey,
Allie and I set out for Windhelm, first taking the road east, then heading
north into The Pale, planning to then go further east and north into
Winterhold. The difficulties started almost immediately, though. I had barely
gotten clear of the farms surrounding Whiterun before I was attacked by a pack
of wolves. I think there were about ten of them, but luckily I was near a watch
tower, and the watchmen and I managed to dispose of them with only a few
scratches. Unfortunately, that attack did set the tone for the rest of the
journey: Skyrim is truly a harsh land.
I was accosted by more wolves throughout
the ride, and as if that wasn’t enough, I was attacked by huge spiders, bandits
and rieklings as well. To my shame, I must admit that I had Allie run as fast
as she could to get away from some of my attackers. Ylva Snowcrow, running away
with her tail between her legs. I bet my ancestors were really proud of me. Oh,
and just to top off all of this, the weather here in Skyrim is bloody cold. I
thought the area around Riverwood and Whiterun was cold, but that was like a
steamy room compared to Winterhold. When I finally reached the town of
Winterhold both Allie and I were close to becoming corpsicles. Luckily there
was an inn with shelter
for Allie and a roaring fire for me, so by the next
morning we were both properly thawed out.
The college, though. Wow. First I had to
prove to the gatekeeper there that I was able to use magic. A simple test,
really, and I understand why they wouldn’t want any old vagrant within their
walls. Having, of course, aced that simpler test, I was accepted as an
apprentice of the college. I’ve been given my own room in the Hall of
Attainment, along with my very own apprentice robes, and I’ve been thought a
basic ward against magic. Having talked with some of the other apprentices (and
some of the faculty), I can understand why.
The college isn’t what I thought it would
be, though. I was imagining a place where we would be taught new spells and to
grow stronger in out use of magic. Instead, it is a place where knowledge is
gathered, where you can have a safe(ish) place to work on your own spells, and
to meet with other mages and exchange ideas. There is some instruction, but for
the most part you are left to your own devices. I’ll say that you are in fact
encouraged to go your own way.
But, of course, other happenings have been
happening as well. Our instructor, Tolfdir, took us to the ruins of Saarthal, just
south of the college. While there, I somehow managed to be visited by a vision
of a Psijic monk that told me that something had been started and it was up to
me to do something. Very helpful. Oh, and apparently the Psijic Order is some
sort of highly secretive order of mages that no-one have seen in a few
centuries. Of course, the first one they speak to after so long has to be me.
What we found in those ruins, though… A huge sphere, floating in the air. We
could feel the power within it, and I don’t know about Tolfdir, but I want that
power.
Unfortunately, something else was there
calling me. A wall like the one in Bleak Falls Barrow. I could feel it before I
saw it; it almost felt as if I could hear it. Strange chanting, growing
stronger as I neared. I tried to ignore it as long as I could, trying to focus
on the strange orb, but it was useless. The pull was too strong, and now the
word IIZ is having a party in my head. That was all that happened, was it?
Nope! Tolfdir sent me back to the college to inform the Arch-Mage about what we
had found, and almost immediately after I left the ruins I was attacked by a
dragon. Yup. Another one. I do wish they’d leave me alone, but I can’t deny
that I am rather proud of having killed a dragon all on my own now, pride that
was slightly tempered by the fact that another dragon soul found its way into
me.
I thought it best not to say anything about
the word and the dragon when I returned to the college, and now it seems like I’ll
be heading out into the world. We need to find out more about that orb I found,
and to do that I have to track down some books that the college ‘misplaced’. Of
course, this will give me time to work more on my magic. Maybe even find
another barrow and see if I can get some more gold. The mages hold their spells
close, and learning a spell without paying for it appears to be difficult.
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