Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140216124057/@comment-29559990-20140302183211

Dunlain dismisses Tolfdir and Mirabelle, and they go back to their daily duties.

"As for you, Ancano." Says Dunlain. "Your actions nearly brought an end to the college and winterhold. You're arrogant, brash, and seeking to use magic for warfare. Your mind has no place in this college.

"Are you telling me that..."

"Your services as Advisor are no longer required." Says Dunlain. "Leave. Now."

"No! NO!" Ancano Yells "I am not leaving this damnable..." He cannot finish as Dunlain hits him with a paralyzing spell. Ancano falls backwards, seemingly frozen.

"So... how long will that last?" Maracon asks

"3 days. At least." says Dunlain.

"Well... I guess I'll head back to my dorm. Practice a couple of..."

"No." says Dunlain. "You're needed elsewhere."

"What?" Says Maracon "What do you..."

"I sense a power in you that I am not familiar with... Or at least, I have not seen such power in a long time. You are needed elsewhere."

"Um... Ok." Says Maracon, a little confused. "Where do I go?"

"During my discussion with the Psijic Order, they told me that you must go to the Jarl of Whiterun and question him about a "Dragonstone.""

"I don't... ok, ok. I guess I'm off to Whiterun..."

With that, Maracon began his trek to Whiterun.