"I am Varian, people call me the... well they call me Varian,"
As the man continued his introduction, Brelyna gave Savos & Brendela a short hand gesture to up the stairs, indicating that she was going to bed. As she walked up to the barracks, Brendela heard more footsteps coming down the stairs. As she watched from her position in the corner of the room, just in front of the bar, numerous Nords & Imperials made their way into the room, some walking in casually and asking questions, others remaining quiet and shuffling into the corners of the dank room. Some even appeared to be having conversations with each other; it was good to know that they were all getting along, they would need morale if they were going to get through this all.
And yet Brendela was a bit panicky. She hardly knew these people, and some had rather vampiric traits; red eyes, dark red clothing, long, concealing hoods. She hadnt thought that the vampires would have risked infiltrating the college. one misplaced fireball and that would be over. But she wasnt going to risk it. She turned to Savos.
He already knew what the mercenary was going to ask. he'd noticed the strangness of some of the people in the crowd.
As the remaining guards left the room to return to patroling, Savos began his detect life spell. As the wave of energy passed through the crowd, he saw no blank signatures. there was a small ball of energy in a mans backpack, and a girl in ebony covered armour seemed to have a wave of grey emanating from her, but if she had been a vampire then nothing at all would have shown up. Qucikly disinguishing his spell, Savos turned to his companion.
'they are all human, they can be trusted'.
He said this quietly to avoid being overheard, and with a quick nod Brendela decided to clean her throat loudly. Any conversations that remained in the room were quickly extinguished, and Brendela started her speech.
'Welcome everybody. Some of you know why your here, others may be a little confused about what's going on.'
She gave a hand gesture upwards, as if to gesture towards the sky.
'As im sure you've all noticed, the sun has been missing for several months now. We do not know how, but the Volkihar vampire clan are somehow connected. They have extinguished the sun to enhance their own power so that they could conquer Skyrim. Many uprisings have been put into effect before us, but they have all been quelled. while they have the advantage of permeanent darkness, We suspect that it may be the work of Aedric magic, and while we cannot fight against them in brute power, we plan to use some artifacts of our own.'
Savos then spoke up, as they had planned.
'The college of Winterhold managed to get there hands on an Elder scroll a few weeks ago, the dragonborn delivered it to us from the underground dwarven capital of Blackreach. We now have it secure in the college as i speak, and we have patrols guarding it all day, every day. To those of you not aquainted to Elder scrolls and there purpose, they are Scrolls created by the gods and are used as a collection of time, and though we know very little about them, we suspect that with their time-related powers we could reverse the banishment of the sun.'
Some of the audience looked up at this, but Brendela carried on, knowing that if they paused now they may never get it going again.
'There is one small problem. When trying to use the scroll the mages found out that it wasnt enough. A time event as large as this cannot be canceled with a single scroll. After doing some calculations, we approximately need 3 scrolls to reverse the effects.'
'The trouble is locating these scrolls. We know the Volkihars have one of them in their castle, and after a few ahh... summonings we have tracked down one of the scrolls to Oblivion, specifically Molag Bal's realm of Coldharbour.'
Both of them let that sink in. Anybody who knew even a droplet about Coldharbour, and its overlord for that matter, knew what a terrible place it was. But if they were going to stop the Vampires from "sucking them all dry" then sacrifices, of morale or even sanity, must be made. Brendela felt a bit awkward being part of the leadership, but she finished the conversation on a lighter note.
'Any questions?'