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Chapter 602: The Psijic Research

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"So, let's initiate our talks, Arch Wizard Jon Dare." Quaranir said as he laid down a few scrolls on the table.

"We're eating breakfast first." Jon said as he waved for the waiter of the tavern.

"Thane Jon! Such a happy occasion to see you." Dagur, owner of the Frozen Hearth tavern came to Jon showing respect.

"Thanks, Dagur. Me and my guest here will take two of the usual breakfast." Jon said.

"The… usual?" Quaranir asked suspiciously.

"Oh! Thane Jon's breakfast, that's something on the menu. Two boiled chicken eggs, two loaves of fresh rye bread, a small plate of herbal cheese, two slices of smoked salmon for him and Miss Nefertiti, a warmed bottle of milk, and the seasonings separated." Dagur recited the most famous breakfast on the menu.

"That's rich." Quaranir commented.

"The secret for long youth and good skin is always a rich breakfast." Jon replied.

"I'll take it then."

From what it seemed, everything in Winterhold revolves around one man and there is an astonishing amount of loyalty coming from all the people around him. This is not something made by ruling people as a tyrant or even by ruling at all. Everyone in this establishment and along the way from the college to the tavern were looking at Jon with eyes of comradeship and trust.

He is not their ruler, he is their leader, their friend, and their hero.

Until the breakfast was laid out on a table and a black cat appeared out of nowhere to share Jon his meal, Quaranir kept observing everything slowly.

"So… you weren't supposed to walk into the College?" Jon asked.

"Hm?" Quaranir paid attention to Jon.

"Your superiors, they didn't tell you to walk in there." Jon clarified.

"No. As a Senior Monk, I have some freedom at handling business." Quaranir replied.

"Truly?" Jon put on a Light Tablet beside him and tabbed on it a few times which caused Quaranir to narrow his eyes and take out another scroll from his bag.

"Your wife, she is very intelligent. Terrifyingly so." Quaranir said.

"She is twice as smart as I am. She is also a very good Diviner." Jon said.

"You realize that you are speaking to a Psijic Monk." Quaranir smiled.

"Indeed. She is better than you guys. Her future vision may be short but even being around the Eye of Magnus didn't affect her ability that much." Jon said.

"What affects our Divination ability is the fact that we take in mind countless variables." Quaranir said.

"So you people run future simulations rather than plain old Divination." Jon said.

"I will neither confirm nor deny…"

"Save it. Sotha Sil was once a member of your Order. He used your method to create a mechanical city, I already know that you rely on natural Knowledge in your Divination to eliminate the falsehood from the truth." Jon said.

Quaranir opened a part of the scroll he had first and added a few runes on it with his magic.

"This will be fun." Jon smiled.

Two opponents taking notes on one another. Whoever knows more wins.

"I can tell that the Psijic Order has good intentions." Jon said.

"Great."

"But right now they are as clueless as we are. You guys rely on Divination more than you should and stay out of the worldly affairs. Once there is something that catches your attention, you walk up and interfere as little as you possibly can." Jon said.

"What we do is to calculate the best Fate possible. Our interference is usually unneeded unless to tilt the chances a little bit." Quaranir replied in a vague tone.

"Such a small role for such a big organization." Jon smiled, "I'll ask a question, what do you define Fate as?"

Quaranir smiled.

"The most probable future outcome." He replied.

"So the more you know, the better results you can divine." Jon said.

"Indeed. Some subjects, however, are impossible to divine." Quaranir, "The Eye of Magnus is one thing and… I just discovered a few more things."

Jon smiled.

"It seems that you are aware of it as well." Quaranir understood more about Jon.

"My wife always says it is impossible to Divine my actions." Jon said.

"Many anomalous entities, whether they are people or objects, tend to have that awful trait from time to time." Quaranir said.

"That's why I prefer Detection Magic over Divination. Its feedback is always accurate." Jon said as he fed a piece of salmon to Nefertiti.

"It is indeed much easier but there is a luxurious feeling for predicting the future and altering it for the best outcome. A successful businessman such as yourself must think so as well, right?" Quaranir asked.

"On the contrary, I am a firm believer of no risk, no lesson, no pain, no gain." Jon said.

"I see. Very curious indeed." Quaranir said and added a few runes to his scroll.

Jon also tabbed on his tablet a few times.

"So, why is the Psijic Order interested in profiling me?" Jon asked.

"No, we have already profiled you once, this time we are just fixing some fatal mistakes in the first profile." Quaranir said.

"Oh!" Jon felt flattered, "When was I first profiled?"

"Eh… I am liberty to divulge information about the Order's methodology so…" Quaranir wanted to back out but Jon didn't let him do so.

"Hey, it's my profile… but it's okay anyway. I understand. I was just going to provide you with accurate information if you asked." Jon said.

"Provide me?" Quaranir narrowed his eyes, "For free?"

"I'm not a man of many secrets." Jon said.

Quaranir thought this is too good to be true and Jon made it look like a challenge that he isn't actually hiding anything if he was asked directly.

"Alright." Quaranir said and partially opened the scroll and read the first few lines.

"Subject's official name: Jon Dare… birth name: Jonhild Firemane… Former profile title: The Prophecy Child of Iliac Bay."

"Wow!" Jon raised his brows, "I was profiled before I was born?"

"To be honest, it was demoted to a rumor afterward since you disappeared for 16 years. The next time you surfaced was in the Profile of the High Priestess of Sithis but we failed to make the connection." Quaranir said.

"You guys are excellent profilers nonetheless." Jon smiled, "What else?"

"Subject Type: Anomalous Human… Race: Nord… Gender: Male…"

"Did you just assume my gender?" Jon asked with a sharp gaze.

Quaranir fell silent for a while.

"Is there anything you want to clarify?" He then asked, readying himself to edit the section.

"Nah. I just feel offended because I should have filled that one myself. I can imagine other people getting really upset about it. It is impossible to be able to assume other people's genders with almost 72 genders out there." Jon said.

"We've encountered that case once." Quaranir said, "I remember reading a profile about that. It was very in-depth. So we keep it to male?"

"Male cat-person."

Quaranir looked at Jon and added a few runes on the scroll but away from the gender line.

"Alright. What's next? Ah, yes. Subject Classification: Unforeseen."

"That bad, huh?"

"It is. I just raised it personally to Unforeseen this morning."

"Wow! What else?"

"Subject Notes: updated today, Subject is one of the most curious anomalies both in person and in detail. The subject is also in possession of many anomalous entities and objects that are mostly rated between Minor and Safe."

"Minor and Safe?" Jon frowned, "I guess accuracy isn't your strong suit then."

Quaranir didn't want to bother explaining more about the inner workings of the Psijic Order to Jon but it seems that the latter was putting more value on himself.

Jon's aim was simple, he just wants to better understand the Psijic Order which is something he researched a lot in both his past and current lives. On the other hand, Quaranir had one goal and it is to discern who Jon Dare is and how to prevent any unforeseen disasters.

"Minor and Safe are just risk qualifications. When the Order tries to rate the risks of causing a future disaster, we either call it Safe for subjects of no particular threat, Minor for subjects that can cause national-scale disturbances such as most of the Daedric Artifacts, Major goes for subjects with the potential to start massive changes and need to be contained at all costs."

"Safe, Minor, and Major. But I was rated as… what was the word again?" Jon asked.

"Unforeseen." Quaranir said, "This rating was carried by many subjects of great power which are also obscure when someone tries to divine them. The Eye of Magnus is one, you too are considered Unforeseen as from this day."

"Does that have any relationship with the Unforeseen Queen?" Jon asked.

His question was related to Mirren and Miranda as they are descendants of the Unforeseen Queen Ayrenn, founder of the First Aldmeri Dominion.

"Yes, it is a title that was given to Queen Ayrenn by the scribes of Artaeum." Quaranir confirmed.

"Strange!" Jon scratched his chin, "One thing I don't understand is how my actions can't be read through Divination and my birth was foretold. If I remember correctly, the same case also happened with Queen Ayrenn."

"Indeed." Quaranir replied, "Birth is the easiest thing to predict since before the emergence of a great fate, many signs start to show themselves."

"I see your point." Jon didn't agree or disagree since he was not knowledgeable in these regards.

"To sum up the rest of the report, you have come to our attention during your time in the Alik'r desert at the Citadel of Ebonarm. After investigating you, we discovered that you were on Azura's Daedric Labours. You were classified as Safe until the fight with the Worm God when you displayed power beyond our first estimation which made you into a Minor ranked entity."

"I still don't like getting belittled."

"Please. These are not derogatory ranks. Every entity we take interest into is beyond that of should exist and affects the daily life of the common folk."

"Whatever."

"Either way, we noticed that during that time, you have taken a step out of the veil of reality and traversed the realms beyond the skin on Sithis. I applaud your return which wasn't witnessed for hundreds of years."

"You even know about that?"

"We also know that you and Lord Sheogorath call each other nephew and uncle."

"Oh! Now that you mention it, I think he's getting lonely these days."

"Last but not least, are the appearance of the Dragonborn and the Crisis-ranked Dragons."

"Crisis rank now?" Jon added a fifth rank as he was counting on his fingers.

"It is a rank where we have no power over. It is not Unforeseen but no the Psijic Order has no power to handle it except by offering what little guidance we have. We prefer to let the World handle these matters through its own plans which are mostly unforeseeable."

"That's lazy of you."

"We are nothing but an order of scholars sir Jon, we have limits." Quaranir said, "The scale of a Crisis ranked anomaly can threaten the entire existence of Mundus. The Oblivion Crisis, the Warp in the West, the Soul Burst, the Revival of Dagoth Ur, and now the Return of the World Eater."

"But you don't show yourselves in these situations."

"That's because we have no power over it. We only record and keep profiles on all these subjects as we always did before the recording of history."

Jon sighed as Quaranir kept selling the story of how the Psijic Order is a neutral party that only interferes whenever it feels it is able to and keeps recording and profiling.

For the powerful order of mysticism masters which housed names like Vanus Galerion, Mannimarco, Sotha Sil, and Divayth Fyr, this passive attitude made it feel a little bit…

"Underwhelming…" Jon said the word which came across his mind.

"I apologize if we don't live up to the fantasies of the outsiders but that's the thing about deciphering the mysteries, it feels underwhelming." Quaranir explained.

"Meh!" Jon rested his head on his palm as he leaned with his arm on the table.

"When you are the Dragonborn, I am sure your life is way beyond exciting compared to us common folk." Quaranir said.

"Nah, it's been just dull as of late…" Jon replied but he then narrowed his eyes and looked at Quaranir who just called him "Dragonborn".

"What a marvelous existence you are!" Quaranir started to fervently add more lines of runes on his scrolls, "To be honest, we never knew who the Dragonborn would be but to think he is the Child of the Prophecy from 20 years ago. It is all coming together rather nicely. Many in the order are avid fans of the Dragonborn and the Dragons in general thus we had an extensive research a few months ago. We knew the Dragonborn would be an Unforeseen ranked entity but to be honest, running into you wasn't how I imagined it would be."

The whole situation turned from Jon being Mage fanboying over the Psijic Order to the Psijic Monks being fanboys of the Dragonborn.

As Jon said, it is underwhelming indeed.

"Whatever!" Jon sighed, "Let's go, I'll show you some of those so-called Minor Anomalies or whatever."

"Oh! How considerate!" Quaranir gathered his scrolls hastily and got ready to leave.

"Just a word of warning." Jon said, "You might want to have more scrolls than the ones you have."

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"That's a tower that can block a dragon ramming their body against it." Jon said.

"Indestructible?"

"… ish. It draws its power from an Elder Scroll since its actual power is to process the Data of the Elder Scrolls. I designed it based on those ancient shrines from the times of the Three Banners War. It can also be used to cast Tonal Spells on a mass scale."

"That's dangerous! I think it would be rated as a Daedric Artifact. Minor risk level since it is not mobile and only acts as a defensive structure." Quaranir recorded in his scrolls.

"I see. The tower is still not complete so I'll start researching on adding teleportation capabilities then." Jon recorded on his tablet.

Quaranir looked at him with unamused eyes and scratched "Minor" to "Major".

"Alright, let's move on to the next location." Jon took out his staff and clicked twice on the ground before a portal started to form by tearing apart the void.

"Wait!" Quaranir stopped Jon before he walked through, "Where is that portal leading? It is nowhere on Mundus."

"What? The almighty Psijic monk is having cold feet?" Jon asked with a smug face.

"A Psijic monk seeks knowledge before all else. Even fear can't stop the curiosity of the Psijic." Quaranir replied with an offended face.

"After you then." Jon pointed towards his portal and Quaranir swallowed his worries and passed through.

Just as he expected, the two of them walked into the most bizarre scene of them all.

"This can't be."

"I know, right?"

A floating island standing on the surface of a calm and motionless ocean under the twilight.

"It is my Domain." Jon said.

"A domain?" Quaranir laughed, "That thing is… it will be a disaster if you take such a thing to Mundus. And we are neither in Mundus nor Oblivion."

Indeed, Jon is storing his domain in a place that is neither the mortal world of Mundus or the alien world of Oblivion.

"It is actually the veil between Mundus and Oblivion. This sea we are standing on is the so-called water of Oblivion where all the realms float. You can say I am keeping it here at the border of the realm of the Daedric Prince Azura." Jon confessed, "So, what rating does this one have?"

"Major Anomaly."

"Damn. It seems I can do something above that just yet."

"The only thing above that is a Crisis. In other words, a world-ending trigger." Quaranir said.

"What about this Unforeseen thing. You never really explained it." Jon finally asked the question he desired.

"It means that we can't interfere with it since it is up to the World." Quaranir answered then went on the offense, "By the way, even if you are an Arch-Wizard, you can't just weave a portal through the worlds. Was it this staff?"

"You mean Pride?"

"Quite a catchy name."

"Its official name is the Elder Staff, made from a branch of the oldest tree in the world, a sigil stone from Oblivion as the gem, cold ebony steel from Coldharbour as the outer reinforced parts, Divine Energy from Merida, and it was all enchanted together through the combined powers of an elder scroll and the Thu'um of a Dragonborn."

Quaranir had to reboot his mind for a second there before unintentionally dropping his jaw.

"Its full name is the Elder Staff of Power and Fate by the way and its specialty is to fabricate whatever I imagine through Magic by the process of the Equal Conversion of Magicka. One can say it is the most Magicka whore staff one can ever come across."

"Major Anomaly." Quaranir just recorded what he heard.

"For Oblivion's sake, man. Imagine combining my staff with the Heart of Lorkhan or the Mantella, for example. It can practically end the world." Jon protested.

"Unless it can do something like powering up the Numidium, it doesn't matter what it does. Even the Numidium itself was once rated Major Anamoly before it was used by Tiber Septim."

"Meh!"

"This is not some superiority contest, you know. Depending on the scale of damage a subject can leave behind, it gets its Risk Rate."

"Alright. How about a Shadow Anomaly that consumes any shadowy subject and gains its power?"

"Minor."

"A life-eating parasite that can prey on vampires and turn its host into some sort of monstrosity?"

"Also Minor."

"A Golem of Bone that has the ability to manipulate the bones of the dead and release highly destructive Tonal attacks?"

"Minor."

"An elusive gem with the power to manifest desires and manipulate men. It can also take the form of a maiden that triggers men and women alike."

"Still Minor."

"How about a Daedric Titan with reforged scales of Cold Iron and the ability to nullify any spell that wasn't cast by at least an Arch-Wizard."

"That's not even an Anomaly but we know about Xikil, it is a Daedric Creature that you control. But you had to ruin it and put a Dremora on the inside, didn't you?"

"Bad decision. I know." Jon sighed then started to smile creepily, "How about the greatest of them all."

Quaranir felt some cold shivers from Jon's sudden attitude.

"A cat." Jon said as he held Nefertiti above his head with his two arms, "Not just a cat though… She is the Cat."

"The cat is Jon Dare's familiar. A familiar shares the same soul as their host thus it takes the same rating as him, Unforeseen."

"FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

Jon tried to kiss Nefertiti but he was assaulted by her Myriad Claws of Annihilation before he could even get closer and she swiftly made her escape through the divine art of the Feline Shadow Step. [A/n: just trying some wuxia, never mind me.]

Even with his face worn and torn, Jon kept his wide smile as he finally managed to raise an anomaly that is above Major. Little did he care that there is no ranking, to begin with, it is just some classification for functionalities and documenting sake.

On the other hand, Quaranir has come to the conclusion of who (or what) Jon Dare is. And while the things Jon did would terrify him on any day of the year, Jon himself didn't pose danger to the world despite the toys he horde around himself.

He could also tell that Jon kept many secrets from him and this is merely the tip of the iceberg. Still, both of them gained valuable information on one another until they were satisfied.

Why was the Psijic Order investigating Jon Dare? Because that is the only way they can get information about him.

Why would they want that kind of information? Because they take it upon themselves and the world to keep the annals of history recorded and to protect the current Kalpa from any metaphysical threat through a protocol of securing the things which can affect the timeline and only interfere at the time of great need with strict measures.

Some would even argue that the setting of the World's Calendar by the monarchy of Valenwood at the beginning of the First Era was done by the advice of the Psijic Order so they can keep the timeline itself in order.

Their mission is as simple as those three lines: Study of the anomalous subjects, Confine the dangerous knowledge from the public, and Preserve these studies for future needs.

What they would later do with this knowledge is to either deal with threats through advising certain individuals or stepping in to deal with things themselves which is a very rare case.

Still, Jon had one question that kept lingering at the back of his mind.

"So, why don't you guys just simply take the Eye of Magnus away?" Jon asked.

"One does not simply take the Eye of Magnus away." Quaranir replied, "We may know a little more than what you know but it is still not enough for us to efficiently contain its dangers."

"So you will wait for the disaster to fall and come to deal with it when the time comes?" Jon asked.

"Of course, not. While we may know a lot more if the Eye of Magnus was utilized, it will turn into a disaster nonetheless. Also, do you really believe that the Mages of Winterhold will simply let their discovery slip away?" Quaranir argued.

"I can pull some strings." Jon said.

"I will refrain from doing it this way. The Psijic Order doesn't usually go out of its way and confiscate an Anomalous Subject." Quaranir refused.

"Hmph! I can name a few objects you guys keep in your vaults. The Staff of Towers if I believe you guys once had it. The Staff of Chaos as well as the Staff of Magnus." Jon said.

"Some of the objects you just named are impossible to contain. You should know that even if we confine them, they tend to escape as they are conscious of being kept in one place for too long."

"So you only keep an eye on them."

"Indeed we do."

"What else do you have?"

"That's classified."

"Come on, don't be a killjoy. I showed you my cat."

Quaranir held his head from Jon's nagging.

"We also… keep a number of Sentry Mage Cats like yours on the Artaeum but none of us attempted to have such a deep Familiar bond on the level which you and your cat have." Quaranir replied with an embarrassed and shaky tone.

"I knew you people were good guys. Cat bless!" Jon said as he looked towards Quaranir with pride and admiration.

"Ehem… thank you." Quaranir nodded and saw this as an opportunity to draw more information about Jon, "We also… keep some minor artifacts that may cause cluster reactions of mayhem such as a quill that can write excellent poetry and spice up any propaganda to the point where it turns normal people into fanatics."

"No way!" Jon covered his mouth, "You guys have Feyfolken? The real Feyfolken?"

"Ehem… truth is usually shrouded with myth and legends but yes, the cursed quill is so very true despite the common belief." Quaranir confirmed with a cunning smile.

"I am about to fangirl so hard right now." Jon said.

"What about you, Sir Jon? Do you possess something as… interesting… as the Feyfolken quill?" Quaranir asked.

Jon immediately put on a wide smile that had a lot of trouble hidden behind it.

"I haven't done this one in a bloody long time." Jon said.

He then got close to Quaranir and cunningly asked.

"Ever I told you about 'em Dragons?"

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