Immortals: Humble Beginnings (1st person)

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True Natures

Now that you understand the events that have brought us here, I believe I can explain the rest. Patches and I reached the capital city not long after Rook and Arc, though long enough that we were unable to find them before they began their assault on the manor.

We wandered the city searching for them, and checking out a few shops in the process, when Patches stopped in the middle of the street. “Do you hear something?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Yes I do.” I said, a cheeky little grin on my lips, “I hear vendors yelling, and I hear dogs barking, and I hear children whining. I hear many things. It isn’t exactly quiet around here you know.” he snorted in in annoyance, “What noise Patches?”

“Your cheekiness is going to get you into a lot of trouble one day.” he growled “I heard someone calling your name.” no sooner had he said spoken, than a little gnome in deep purple robes and a pointed hat to match, came running through the crowd towards us. He was rather round with snow-white hair that looked like cotton candy, a round nose that was slightly reminiscent of a cherry, and a short pointed beard.

“Are... Are...” he puffed, his bushy mustache fluttering as he spoke “Are you, the lady Andraste Blueleaf?” I stiffened slightly, taken aback by his question. It’s not exactly normal to walk into a crowded city only to be approached and asked for by name by a stranger.

“Depends.” I said slowly, I felt my hand go instinctively to my staff bringing the bottom end to my hip.

The gnome looked taken aback by my response, he shook his head as though to clear it and asked, “Depends? On what?

“Who is asking.”

The little gnome gave a an exasperated little huff, rolling his eyes at my reaction and shaking his head. “We,” he said pompously “at the Capitol University, require the assistance of the lady Andraste Blueleaf on a very pressing matter. Now, are you, or are you not, Lady Blueleaf?”

I relaxed my stance, letting go of my staff “In that case,” I said quietly while nervously pulling my, now lose, hair into a tail at the top of my head “yes that would be me. What does the university need?”

The gnome looked at me skeptically and shook his head. “I’m afraid that is a matter that we cannot discuss here. If you would please follow me back to the University, so that we may speak in private.” and with that he was off down a side street. I looked up at Patches in an unspoken question on whether he was coming. He gave a nod in response, and we followed having to quicken our pace slightly to keep up. The gnome was surprisingly quick for someone so small. There were several times I nearly lost him in the crowd before reaching the university in the center of the city.

For a first time visitor to the city, it was a site seeing stop. The university itself looked like a palace, with tall gold-roofed spires topping the towers and the enormous clock, which could be seen and heard for miles outside the city limits. The walls were made of solid stone, brought up from the ground by an earth mage fifty years before I was born. The grounds around it were just as miraculous as the building itself. Beautiful flower gardens and grassy commons areas with a few large trees here and there.

We followed the gnome up the long drive to the open front doors and into the entrance hall. Inside was just as gorgeous as outside. In the center of the main hall was a grande staircase that branched off into several different corridors and hallways after the first landing about fifteen feet up. The railings and walls were adorned with purple and gold flags bearing the school’s crest; a rearing gryphon with snakes encircling it; and a magnificent gold and amethyst chandelier hung from the ceiling in the center of the entrance hall, while the rest of the building was lit with ornate golden candelabras and purple wax candles. The dark wooden floors were almost luminescent, which left the more feminine side of me to wonder how they did that. Being the only girl in the house and having done most of the cleaning, I was forever looking for a way to keep the floors clean.

The gnome stood in front of us, a smile on his face and said “I apologize for my abruptness before. Urgent business you know. Might I please explain?” He paused, waiting for us to answer. When we had both nodded in agreement he gave a curt nod, and began to lead us down one of the hallways to the right of the door, and continuing to speak as he did so. My name is Professor Fredrick Fenderbell. I am in charge of the research department and I teach Demon study on the fifth floor. We called you here...” he stopped at the end of the hall and turned to us “Terribly sorry, but would you mind turning around for a moment?” We, agian, nodded in agreement and turned our backs. After a moment the sound of stone scraping on stone filled the hallway. When it had subsided he cleared his throat as a signal for us to turn back around. The wall was no longer there, and was replaced with yet another stretch of hallway that lead down a narrow stone staircase.

The sound of rushing water could be heard from behind the large iron doors at the bottom of the stairs, and Fenderbell had to raise his voice slightly to be heard “Now, as I was saying:” he continued, leading us down the staircase as he spoke, “We have called you here because your brothers recommended you as a translator and mediator for our current project. We did some research and found that you are not only qualified for the job, but perfect, and you’re quite difficult to find I might add, Lady Blueleaf. Now, you’ll be payed of course, quite a large sum to boot. All you have to do is say ‘Yes’.”

I looked down at him skeptically, I should have been impossible to find unless you tailed me, or spoke to my dragon and he is not one to divulge information. But from the sound of things Fenderbell had spoken to one or more of my brothers, and when I looked up at the large iron doors, it was confirmed. They bore my brother Mindatar’s symbol of two crossed daggers with a sward in front of them. As I looked closer at the wall I could see Quarian’s symbol of a string of boulders every few feet. I closed my eyes and sighed, it looked as though my darling brothers were trying to get me back into the world after my fifty year hiatus. I had once worked at the Capital university as a professor and the head of the magical arts department. A powerful fire mage was a valuable asset to them, but after a while I started to get bored of teaching and decided that I would be better suited to a life of travel, and was not fond of my frequent commute between here and my cottage. I looked back to Fenderbell, “I’ll have to see what you’re working on first. I will not give you an answer until then.”

Fenderbell looked rather disgruntled by my answer, but nodded quickly “Very well” he began to speak very fast “I suppose that is only fair. You do speak Primordial correct? What am I saying? Of course you do.” He turned to the door and pushed, but paused and turned back to us “Just a warning, you may... Well, you will get wet.” With that he pushed the doors open, unleashing a flood of water. Truth be told, I was rather bewildered by the fact that he could even move them. All amazement ceased, however, when I saw what was waiting behind the doors.

Several inches of water covered the floor of a large, high ceilinged, circular room. The walls were made of stone, and it was lit with large bonfires that went around the walls. Mages, men and women of every race, bustled about yelling various orders at each other over the sound of rushing water in the background. The chamber was choked with a thick mist that seemed to crawl up the sides of the room and into my lungs, reeking of ozone. In the center of the room was a pedestal surrounded by heavy, glowing, iron chains. The chains were attached to large shackles, and the shackles, were around the wrists of a gargantuan water elemental.

His body flowed and twisted like a river doubling back on itself, it was hard to tell the actual form from the water cascading off of him. Glistering white eyes burned with a primordial rage, as he let out a roar that sent chills flowing down my spine. My first thought was, the warlock that did this was two things; stupid, and powerful. To summon and hold an elemental is one of most difficult, and dangerous, things that you can do. Were something to go wrong, the gods forbid, it would level a city, or rather, the city would become a lake.

The elemental let out a second roar, this time spraying the room with icy water. The dragon tattoo on my left shoulder and arm began to glow red, a sign of caution for those who encored my wrath “Are you all insane?” I snarled at Fenderbell, “Do you have even the slightest idea what happens if he escapes?!” the gnome coward, shrinking against the wall behind him, and shook his head “Homes, buisinesses, parks, schools, everything within ten miles, gone. The entire capital becomes a lake. Do you not understand this?” Patches grunted in agreement, eyeing the elemental nervously and fingering his ax.

Fenderbell’s voice shook when he answered “Well, we are attempting to use him as a sort of... indentured ambassador between our world, and the elementals. There have been several elemental attacks recently and we were hoping this would stop them, and if that doesn’t work, perhaps we can discover why they have been attacking, or perhaps use him as a bartering tool should things resort to it.” I felt my hand light on fire, and saw his eyes widen in fear. I knew I had to leave before I did something I would later regret.

“So,” I said as calmly as I could, though it came out cold and deadly “you decided that the best way to solve your little problem, was to bring one of the most dangerous creatures in existence, to one of the most densely populated cities on the continent? Forgive me if that doesn’t seem like the best course of action. Rest assured though, that if this is the way this university is headed, I’m glad I left when I did. Do not contact me again Mr. Fenderbell. Have a nice day.” and with that I turned and walked back through the doors.

As they began to close, I heard the Elemental roar agian, this time screaming in primordial “Insolent fools! How dare you keep me, the great Graxis, caged like a common animal! Your ancestors saw my true power! They called me a god! You will pay dearly for your crimes against the elemental race!”

Before they could close, I whispered in primordial, just loud enough that I knew he would here, “I wish you luck my friend. May you soon be free.” I never heard his reply.

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