"Rasengan!"
Above the ice, wind rapidly begins to form into a frantic, tightly bound yet powerful circulation. Despite being invisible to the eye, as soon as it drops and collides with the ice, a loud *CRRAAACK!* rings out as many spiderweb-like splinters from across the large flat piece of ice.
A few "Oh's" could be heard, mostly by the Arch-Mage, but Tiffania was a bit put out by the result. Sure, such a spell would have crippled and killed many people in a confined area, but the chant was too unwieldy and it took too long to cast.
"Fascinating." Such a spell might even be useful for say, an assassination... No indication of where it was cast, nor who might have cast it. Very impressive Miss Tiffania." Savos Aren compliments, soothing her prickled pride somewhat.
Charlotte steps forwards next, whispering a brief chant which causes a large shard of ice to form above the ocean. It stays hovering there for a moment before gravity takes hold and pulls it down, causing it to slam into the ocean with tremendous force. It wasn't anywhere near the strongest spell she could use but, Charlotte wasn't that into the competition in the first place.
Some who was steps forwards next however, Illococoo trembles slightly with excitement as she thinks over what to do. After a minute or two, she nods to herself and walks to the edge before taking a deep breath.
"FUS YOL GUT!" she shouts, her voice cracking slightly during the third word. Fire immediately forms in front of her and is launched towards the ocean, unfortunately, her shout didn't carry the power she expected it to, the flames fizzling weakly against the ice.
"O--oh, m-an." she curses, her voice sounding weak and brittle due to the damage her focal cords had sustained.
The Arch-Mage casts a couple Restoration spells to alleviate this however, saying she'd be healed by the morning.
"Hmph! I'll show you true-" Megumin starts but Michael stops her, "I think the Arch-Mage should go next... You wanted to see what a Master Destruction Mage could do, right?" he asks pointedly.
The Arch-Mage just chuckles and stretches himself out briefly, "Well then, let me show my juniors how real magic is done."
With that, both of his hands become enveloped in fire as he begins to make small yet precise movements. Eventually raising them up and bringing them down again.
Over the ocean, a huge fireball forms and rapidly plummets to the surface, once it collides it releases a huge explosion that echoes over the landscape. *BOOOOOOOOOM!*
The spell utterly destroys the ice he was aiming at, causing it to instantly melt into water and steam. Indeed, should that have hit a fortification like a castle wall, it would have undoubtedly been breached... The Arch-Mage didn't even look winded either.
"I believe it's your go, Michael." the Arch-Mage smiles innocently, gesturing to the edge of the rooftop.
Michael just shakes his head and grumbles under his voice, "Yeah, yeah... Light Strike Array." he quickly casts, knowing nothing he had would compare to the spell the Arch-Mage had used... Still, showing that he could do it quickly was his attempt to save face.
*BOOOM!*
The sunlight laser beams down from the sky, burning a hole straight through the ice and turning a good amount of water into steam before it ends.
"Well, it was good for an Apprentice. Don't knock yourself for it." the Arch-mage offers, patting him on the shoulder condescendingly.
"Finally, It's my go! Your 'Destruction' magic looks fine and all, but it's nothing compared to true 'Explosions!" she announces as she steps to the edge of the roof. She throws her eyepatch to the side, not realising that a small breeze carries it off of the roof and to lands unknown, and begins her chant.
"Darkness blacker than black and darker than dark, I beseech thee, combine with my deep crimson. The time of awakening cometh. Justice, fallen upon the infallible boundary, appear now as an intangible distortions! I desire for my torrent of power a destructive force: a destructive force without equal! Return all creation to cinders, and come from the abyss! EXPLOSION!" she shouts as large red magical circles gather around her, as well as around where she was targeting. (AN: Yes, I copied the chant from the anime... I'm not wasting time coming up with chuuni chants ffs)
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
As if a dozen tactical missiles had struck the same spot at the exact same time, an explosion rocks everything around it, the tremors even reaching the College that causes even the Arch-Mage to sweat with worry... Was this going to be a 'Second great collapse!?'.
The sheer scale of the explosion even causes a small tidal wave to form and strike the coastline, drowning many creatures that had been unlucky enough to be there. Fortunately, neither the College nor Winterhold was low enough to sea level to be affected... Still, the Jarl would undoubtedly have something to say about all of this.
To add the cherry on top, Megumin gives a low moan? Before falling over, having to be caught by him to save her from cracking her head on the hard stone floor. "Exp-lotion... So worth it. Haaaah..."
The Arch-Mage stares at the destruction caused by Megumin for a moment before he turns to look at Michael, "W-what just happened!? What in Tamriel's blue sky was that!? People could've heard that from here to Solitude!" he exclaims in utter disbelief.
Michael sheepishly scratches the side of his face, "... Magic?"
...
"D-do you know how much trouble this will cause the College!? People will think we are developing spells capable of wiping out entire cities! And-oh gods the Jarl! He's probably marching up here at this moment!..." he says, quickly heading for the stairs, but he takes a moment to glance over his shoulder at Michael for the last word, "We'll have words about this later! I assure you!"
...
"That went well..." Michael mutters after the Arch-Mage leaves, turning to Megumin who was slumped on the floor, conscious but unable to move, "I hope you got that out of your system, because there'll be no more of that from you. At least, not any time soon." he states, causing the girl's look of post-coitus bliss to turn into one of shock and disgruntlement.
"But!-"
"You promised, remember?" Michael interrupts, leaving no room for negotiation... "Hopefully the Arch-Mage'll find the humour in this and leave us with a warning."
"His face was pretty funny." Illococoo adds, the others, even Charlotte nodding along with her. The way the Arch-Mage had gone bug-eyed at Megumin's explosion was a reaction to remember. If only they had cameras...
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News of the catastrophic explodes spread from Winterhold to all nearby Holds. The sheer severity of it was enough for some to proclaim it the next Red Mountain, despite the fact there was no real evidence towards it, aside from the large scorched area of half-melted ice floating atop the ocean.
Still, that didn't stop the other Jarls from making inquiries from Jarl Korir, who was as angry as you'd expect. Contrary to his previous quiet anger, he was basically frothing at the mouth in rage now, proclaiming all mages to be harbingers of death and destruction.
The Arch-Mage of the College attempted to quell his anger, suggesting that the explosions may have been caused by overeager dungeon delivering attempting to breach the Sky Temple ruins that sat on a small island North of the College... The man refused to believe it however and got to work on creating a case to present to the Council of Jarls that would be occurring soon.
The Arch-Mage would have to be present at the Council, of course, both to plead his own innocence and to muddy Jarl Korir's case with facts, logic, and some subtle manipulation.
The Council of Jarl's usually convenes at the end of spring, since the respective Holds are the most stable during this time, having survived Winter and worked all Spring to recover.
As for the Jarl's punishment for Michael and Megumin? Both were forced to clean every inch of the College without the use of magic... A daunting task when you consider just how large the place was. Surprisingly, this also included the Middens, where most of the dark shit in the College was hidden.
There, Michael finally found the Atronach Forge, an artifact that would allow you to summon permanent familiars without the use of time and resource-intensive rituals... The only problem was, without a Sigil Stone to properly open the link to Oblivion, every summon would come out half-formed and without their full soul, leaving them mindless monsters without wit or will. Their lack of a soul makes it completely impossible to control them, leaving the artifact useless.
Of course, there are a few Mages in the College that possess Sigil Stones, but they are closely guarded to their value, and potential danger due to their inherent link to Oblivion. Still, this did give Michael an idea of his own, he had some materials to use in the creation of his own Familiar... Hah! The Familiar becomes the master!
Unfortunately, not everything was going as well as you'd think... Charlotte had apparently left with Maria on some godforsaken journey and left a letter for Illococoo to find.
They left to find a cure for Maria, and asked that they be left alone to do so without being pursued... Michael honestly wasn't sure how to take this, sure, he'd failed in helping Maria, but that was only temporary. Eventually, they'd have found a cure, but, 'eventually' probably wasn't good enough for Charlotte.
He could use the Vessel of the Hunt to find them, but what would he do after? Accompany them as they wandered the world? Drag them back against their will? For now, he'd leave them as is, and use the Daedric Artifact to locate them if they didn't send word after a while. Charlotte was very strong, stronger than most Mages this world had to offer, so he wasn't worried for their safety, merely wary should they suddenly attack the Thalmor and spark a World War or something.
Still, their departure was a wake-up call for Michael, his rate of learning magic wasn't fast enough for him, even if it was faster than most talented Apprentices. So, he decided to start dungeon delving, to try and increase his level to raise his power and aptitude for magic. After all, his Affinity for the elements increased with each Spirit, so turning himself into a magic genius shouldn't be hard.
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Four weeks later :
Jarl Korir steps through the hallways of the Blue Palace with the Arch-Mage of Winterhold College at his side, both being led by heavily armoured guards. Korir sends occasional angry glances at Savos, wishing the Mage would disappear but had no cause to send him away... The College of Winterhold was a unique institution in Skyrim, enough so that the Arch-Mage could even call upon the High King in a similar manner to most Jarl's.
They step through another couple of doors and are led into an ornate room, one with a large table positioned in the middle of it with most of the chairs already filled.
The High King Torygg sits in the most luxuriously made chair, while the many other Jarls were sat in their own, less refined ones. "Jarl Korir, it's a pleasure to see you again. Please take a seat, we will begin in a moment." the young King kindly says, gesturing at one of the vacant seats. Korir does so, as the Arch-Mage goes to stand beside the other Court Mages that'd accompanied their Jarl's to fight any magical threats should they arise.
Korir scans the table, noticing a single vacant seat... Not to mention the clear divide between Imperial loyalists and those that side with 'Ulfric and Talos'. There was also the Thalmor representative sitting in a corner of the room, Elenwen, who was watching everything with hawk-like eyes. The Jarls that were present were;
High King Torygg, Jarl of Haafingar(Solitude)
Balgruuf the Greater, Jarl of Whiterun
Skald the Elder, Jarl of the Pale(Dawnstar)
Igmund, Jarl of the Reach(Markarth)
Dengeir of Stuhn, Jarl of Falkreath
Igrod Ravencrone, Jarl of Hjallmarch(Morthal)
Korir, Jarl of Winterhold
And finally Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Eastmarch(Windhelm)
There was a clear tension as Torygg looked upon Ulfric, both locking eyes as if a silent battle of wills was occurring. Torygg was the first to look away however, giving a light smile and he sips on a goblet of wine. "Unfortunately, we will be missing a person for this Council as the Jarl of the Rift(Riften) is still being chosen. None of the candidates is here as I have no wish to convey a preference for any." he says neutrally, with everyone present nodding in agreement.
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