Scheduled Disasters


1. The Cat Man Cometh
2. Magnus the Greymind
3. Prophiter
4. Xighden Lienx
5. The Comonna Tong
6. Slaves of the Ascadian Isles
7. Murder in St. Delyn
8. Conspiracy Theory
9. Impractical Magic
10. Fools Rush In (To Their Pockets)
11. Samurai Showdown
12. The Insider
13. Night Falls on Ebonheart
14. Odibaal
15. The Long Road Ahead
16. Dunmer History X
17. Killer Instinct
18. The Fifth Man
19. Tales and Tallows
20. Tel Vos
21. Manifest Destiny
22. Consequences
23. The Twin Lamps
24. The Beginning of the End
25. The Nature of Evil
26. The End of Innocence
27. Enter Sheogorath
28. A Beautiful Disaster
29. Closure

Chapter 2
Magnus the Greymind
Last Seed 19

Trebonius Artorius stood up, and held his palms together, in somewhat of a martial arts style pose. I didn’t understand that, because he knew nothing of any form of martial arts. I assumed he thought it made him look more intelligent. I knew at the time that any one of the mages in that room could have performed the duty of Archmage better than he. I, like everyone else though, never bothered to actually confront him about it. I had heard from my fellow members that he was promoted to Archmage and sent to Vvardenfell just to get him out the way of higher business in Cyrodiil. I didn’t let it bother me. I was more interested in perfecting my study than being in his position of power.

“So, who here has any urgent business that needs to be attended to?” Trebonius asked. Edwinna Elbert, the Breton, stood up.

“Our guild has been broken into once more,” she began. As she spoke, Trebonius sat down, thankfully. “It first happened about one month ago. An enchanted ring was stolen. Then, just last night, it happened again. Whoever it was was very adept. Heem-La, who was present all night, saw and heard nothing. Yet, the following morning, several chests were broken into and Anarenen’s devil tanto was missing.” Several heads turned to Anarenen, the High Elf, as he nodded.

“A problem, indeed,” Trebonius said. He was always exceptional at stating the obvious. Skink-in-Tree’s-Shade then spoke, remaining seated. I didn’t like Argonians, or Khajiit, or Orcs, for that matter. Skink, however, impressed me. He was not only intelligent, but very polite, and quite insightful.

“Do you have any suspects?” he asked, in his deep, Argonian voice.

“Well, we can only guess that it is the Thieves Guild. But, it could be someone else entirely. We really have no way of knowing,” Edwinna proclaimed, with a hint of distress in her voice.

“Why don’t we just use a few spells to break into their guildhall and look for the tanto ourselves?” Orrent Geontene, a low ranking Breton, suggested. Edwinna promptly responded.

“We can’t yet be sure that they are the culprits. Plus, we don’t want a war on our hands. The Thieves Guild may not be magically proficient, but their skills are undeniable.”

“Might I make a suggestion?” Skink asked.

“Certainly,” she replied.

“I do know, somewhat, of how thieves guilds operate. They usually don’t go after Imperial groups unless someone is privately paying them to. Perhaps you could go to the guildhall that you suspect, and attempt to hire them. Ask the thieves guild boss if he has a devil tanto, and then offer an impressive payment. If you can outbid their original client, then I suspect that they would drop them, and sell you the weapon. Once you see the tanto for yourself, then that would be all the proof you need to incriminate the thief.

You could even use an invisibility spell to bring along some help. Once they’ve been reported, they would be unlikely to persist, in fear of starting trouble with the Redoran House.” It was quite the clever scheme that Skink had worked up. Edwinna seemed to like the idea. There was a bit more talk, mostly about raising guild guide service prices, and where to find high quality willow anther, but nothing really of interest.

Trebonius adjourned the meeting, and we all rose to our feet, and conversed amongst ourselves. I noticed Trebonius and Tiram Gadar, his second in command, leaving right away. I also noticed Edwinna, Skink, and Anarenen speaking in the hallway of the Ald-ruhn guildhall. I joined them, and caught most of their conversation.

“…would need to hurry,” Anarenen said.

“Yes,” Skink began. “Time would be of the essence. We could make an attempt right now.” Edwinna and Anarenen quickly decided amongst themselves that trying to regain the stolen artifact immediately was a just idea.

“All right now, I’m quite skilled in the field of Illusion, and you, Skink, are perhaps the best choice for conversing with them,” Edwinna exclaimed. It was true. Speechcraft was a talent that Skink-In-Tree’s-Shade had mastered. “But we’ll need someone else. If they were to find us out, it would only take scroll of Black Despair to neutralize my magic.” I, not only a skilled mage, but also an adept swordsman, offered my services.

“Then you need someone who doesn’t rely solely on magic. I could assist you,” I said. As I spoke, I pulled open the side of my robe to reveal my Nordic broadsword attached underneath.

“Thank-you, Magnus. That would be appreciated.”

It was about nine o’clock, we had prepared for the mission, and the guildhall was then empty of others, with the exception of Anarenen. He, being an alchemist with little magic or combat experience, wished us well. We left the guildhall and made way for the Rat in the Pot. At the time I hadn’t known, having only been in Morrowind for three months, but the Rat in the Pot was where the Thieves Guild operations for all Redoran cities were planned. We stood outside, under cover of darkness, as Edwinna quickly enacted a spell of invisibility on herself. Skink and I did not need to hide. Unlike Edwinna, the head of the Ald-ruhn Mages Guild, we were new to the city and not recognizable characters. Knowing that her spell could only last for so long, Edwinna entered the building first, along with Skink. It was amusing how he opened the door her, knowing she couldn’t do it herself in her current state. I saw a sly hint of humour in the Argonian’s usually emotionless eyes.

I entered a few minutes later, and made my way up the stairs and into the bar area. It was quite dark, only lit by a few paper lanterns and candles. I sat down at the bar, calmly eyeing everyone. An Imperial woman was behind the bar, and three characters sat to my left. One was a Khajiit, one was a Dunmer, and the third was an Argonian. Skink had apparently gone downstairs already, in search for the Thieves Guild boss. I ordered a drink from the barkeep, and began idle chatter with the Khajiit to my immediate left. He was not reluctant to speak, but maybe just too occupied with his skooma pipe to hold a conversation. “You are traveling from Cyrodiil, then?” the Khajiit asked in between puffs.

“Yes, studying the Dwemer ruins,” I responded. It was the truth, too.

Skink had never told me what he had said to Aengoth the Jeweler, the guild boss, but it had apparently worked. As soon as I had finished my drink, I saw Skink walk through the room, following a Bosmer. They went downstairs and into the lower level. I could only assume that Edwinna was following them. “So, who were those two?” I asked as nonchalantly as I could. The Khajiit, who had identified himself as Dro’Tasarr, answered my question.

“The mer is Aengoth, but the Argonian, Dro’Tasarr cannot say. Not because Dro’Tasarr does not want to, but because Dro’Tasarr does not know. He came in only a few moments before Magnus the Greymind did, and asked about weapons.” It was interesting. Not the information, but the way the Khajiit spoke. It was strangely simplistic how he either could not or would not refer to himself in the first person. About two minutes had gone by since the two of them had left my sight. I began to think if there was something I should have been doing. I didn’t feel well just sitting there. My thoughts were justified though, for after a few more seconds, I heard shouting. I stood up quickly, and raced down the stairs.

As I entered the large basement room, I saw a door quickly opening. Edwinna; fully visible, and Skink were backing out. The Bosmer Aengoth strode towards them, holding a Daedric short blade. I assumed that he held Anarenen’s devil tanto in his hand. As my feet touched the basement floor, Edwinna cast a spell of burden upon Aengoth, and he fell to his knees. Skink retrieved the blade and backed towards me. The boss wasn’t alone though, and three others surrounded them. One grabbed on to Edwinna, and covered her mouth. The Nord was smart, and knew that without her voice, she could cast no spells. While Edwinna had been pulled out of commission, an Orc thief pulled Skink by the arm, spinning him around. The Orc then jabbed a silver dagger deep into Skink’s ribs. I was surprised by the ferocity of his attack, and even stunned for a moment, but I didn’t wait long. I knew that however badly Skink had been wounded, he could still take care of himself. My first priority was to keep Edwinna safe. Thusly, I made a dash for the Nord and pulled his arms off the Breton mage. A well landed punch to the side of his head was all that was needed to knock him away. Edwinna had been thrown to the ground. Behind us, Skink dropped the tanto, and instead grabbed on to the arm that had gutted him. He twisted the Orc’s arm back and slammed his head into the wall. That was followed by a grapple, and Skink tossed the beastman over his shoulder onto a small table behind him. The only weapons Skink was equipped with were his hands, and claws. As the Argonian trounced his opponent, Edwinna pulled herself up and spared little time in summoning a lesser bonewalker to occupy the Nord. She raced for the tanto, and was confronted by a female Altmer, who had been lurking in the shadows up until then. They wrestled over the enchanted blade. As I felt a hand grab on to my shoulder, it was soon removed by Skink as he tackled the Dunmer that tried to assault me. I looked at who it was, and realized that the three sitting at the bar upstairs had followed the sound themselves, and were looking to protect their fellow thieves. While Skink had the Dunmer busy, Dro’Tasarr, and the Argonian raced towards me, one baring claws and the other wielding a shortsword. The odds had suddenly grown unpleasant, and I knew of the only way to stop the carnage. I raised my hand and shouted out a few words of destructive magicka. “Pyrennus Ignettus Carsal!” The small blast of flame I had summoned was not nearly deadly, but enough to stop the progress of the two beast men. They halted, as I made a quick move for Aengoth. He was just starting to power out of the heavy effects of the burden spell. I didn’t give him a chance for assault though, and slid my blade underneath his chin. He wasn’t strong enough to overpower me, and I easily had him in an inescapable predicament. “You’d do best to stop this, now,” I commandingly stated to him. He was quick to follow my advice, and shouted out for everyone to stop. The mayhem ceased, and all stared on to Aengoth, who repeated his statement.

“Everyone… just let them go.” The six of them slowly backed away from Skink, Edwinna and I. Edwinna picked the blade up off the floor, and helped up Skink.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Fine,” he responded. I saw his shirt was drenched in his own blood. He was not fine. They stood at the base of the stairs and watched closely as I backed towards them, keeping Aengoth in my grasp. The three of us backed out of the Rat in the Pot, and I released the Bosmer upon my egression. He immediately rose to his feet, with a scowl on his face, and made some rather unfriendly predictions for the future. We had got what we came for, but due to the circumstances, I knew we had received more than we bargained for. We hurried back to the Mages Guild and aided Skink’s wounds.