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J'Dar smiled. "He would love that, yes" J'Dar thought. "What could J'Dar do for you?"

Tireace seems to be beaming with happiness"you being my student is enough. Who knows you might be the next great mage" she said then she goes to thinking "what shall i teach you first is my question. Heal or harm?"

"J'Dar thinks healing would be smater. One must learn to protect before harming, yes?"

"hmm, yes, true but healing is one of the harder things to master in my opinion. But neither the less we shall start with that one." Tireace said while bring out some books on the application and learning of magical healing.

J'Dars toes fidgeted. He seemed very excited to beginning learning.

Tireace smiles again and hands one of the books to J'Dar "I recommend you read chapter one then two and when your done I'll show you a spell to try out

J'Dar looked at the books and put them in his packs. "J'Dar will start his reading once he becomes more used to his horse, yes?"

Tireace smiles and says "we'll start when your ready so no rush"

After some time has passed, J'Dar started reading his magic books.

Singer got on his horse and sped off, motioning for the others to follow him. The Twelve Demigods made good time as they crossed the border into Cyrodiil, only half an hour away from the stables. From there they rode for around two hours.

"We're almost there," Singer assured.

Meanwhile

Alec finally gave in and got on Malatar's back. "Just take us into Cyrodiil. It's north of here. I'll guide you." He said and Malatar ran off with Selara and Alec on his back.

After two hours of akwardly riding a horse, J'Dar feels releaved that they have almost arrive. He thought to himself, "Why make double the souls move than needed?"

Malatar followed Alec's directions exactly. He ran at speeds that outmatched even the fastest of mounts.

Selara couldn't help but wonder where they would end up, and what they would find when they finally got there. The ride left too much time for idle thought, and keeping her thoughts away from the horrors of the day was not easy. There would be time to mourn, she thought. Indeed, she felt as though the rest of her life may be spent mourning the things which now had passed away. For now, however, her thirst for vengeance was stronger. Today, she would live. Selara held on tight, and rode in silence.

Singer finally lead the Chosen eleven to his camp. It was nestled on the border between Hammerfell and Cyrodiil. Their horses nearly collapsed from exhaustion as they got off and walked into the wide stretch of open land that had a huge bonfire in the middle and large tents around it.

Several people were gathered around the bonfire, and they all were talking among themselves happily.

"Welcome to Singer's Camp!" Singer announced gleefully. "These are my brothers and sisters in arms! I've gathered them over the years and together we make the finest adventurers in Tamriel." The adventurers turned from the bonfire and waved them over.

"Nice to see you again, everyone." Singer waved. "Everyone, these are the Chosen I've gathered. Chosen, these are my adventurers; Cynthia, Alder, Ely, Amos, Lilith, and Engrid. We're heading out to Orsinium as soon as Alec gets here with the other Chosen."

Irri looked at the adventurers warily from her horse. She was altogether uncomfortable, and she missed the comforting trees of Valenwood... The southern steppes of Hammerfell were bare by comparison. She slid off of the grey horse, still not taking her eyes off of Singer's compatriots. She couldn't help but wonder how so few of them would fare against the untold hordes of the Marukhati. "I'm Irri." She said bluntly, before walking away towards the bonfire.

Not feeling sore so much from the ride - which he found enjoyable; it had been some years since he had last been to Cyrodiil, a province he had enjoyed much in his time there - as from the exhaustion he felt at not getting any sleep, Sebastien glanced wearily at Singer's camp and then back toward the so-called Chosen and felt, not for the first time, the utter dread of the situation. A handful of adventurers and a sprinkling of helpless mortals cursed by the Daedra... He choked back a regretful moan as his tired mind tried to imagine how so few could possibly hope to save the lives of so many.

Instead, he said quietly to Singer, "Is there not a moment to rest before we leave?"

"This place is dull," Siaenach said bluntly. "And it's way too flat. I can't wait till we get to the Dragontail Mountains."

Kah'jihreed got off of his horse, and he was glad to do so. His legs were trembling. After he had more or less regained his calm and his balanced he approached Ormis.
"Kah'jihreed apologizes, but horse riding is not an activity he is skilled in and he had to concetrate. This one said to Kah'jihreed that it would like to go to Elseweyr. Kah'jihreed would also like that but it is not possible for the time being," he said, his expression and voice sad.

Tireace jumps off the horse and stretches "ahh so good to be off that horse for now! mhm.. Where's the food?" she said aimed at anyone who can hear her

Ormis slowly got off of his horse, and looked back at Kah'jihreed.
"I too would love to go there. Maybe after we could travel there?" He said, petting the horse.

Kah'jihreed looked at Ormis for a moment, uncertainty in his eyes.
"It is not possible now," he finally said, "because Elseweyr is at present, not Elseweyr. It is not as it should be, and Kah'jihreed would only want to see it if it is one again, as it was before."

Malatar, Selara and Alec arrived a few minutes after Singer did. As the Ayleids walked into camp, they drew the attention of everyone in the camp.

Singer approached the Ayleids as Alec walked over to the bonfire. "Welcome, my Wild Elf friends. I am Singer, son of Azura and skilled seer." The Nord bowed. With that, walked back over to everyone else. "Now that everyone is here, I imagine you all have questions. Well, fire away."