[Encanto] 8 - Remember

I spent an entire week learning and practicing, eventually also learning a few more spells to my repertoire.

I know knew how to cast [Flames], [Frostbite], [Sparks], [Healing], [Healing Hands], [Oakflesh], [Lesser Ward], [Conjure Familiar], [Candlelight], and [Equilebrium].

I was also undergoing daily sessions with a couple of Illusion Mages who helped me train [Mental Fortress]

I was also practicing and learning all I could about Illusion magic, getting my hands on the [Fury] and [Courage] spells.

Illusion Magic was...dangerous.

The magic would allow the Mage to manipulate the very senses and mind of the target, with Archmages of the School being noted to even be able to completely alter a person or entity's mind, allowing them to change their memories, personality, emotions, their very being.

So, Tolfdir was right to warn me about the magic. Messing up even a basic spell could prove dangerous to the caster.

However, I felt it was finally time for me to cast [Mind's Palace].

So, with Toldfir and two of his acquaintances watching over me, I sat in a lotus pose in the Hall of Elements.

I took a deep breath, and the Magicka in my body surged toward my brain.

Focusing, I directed the Mana to a very small part of my brain, and 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, making sure to keep full control over my Magicka.

The string of Magicka then split, slowly becoming a web around and inside my brain.

When the spell was finished, I opened my eyes and 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

It was a strange feeling and left a somewhat moderate drain on my Magicka Reserves that would drain me of all of the Magicka in my body within about eight hours.

It was even weirder suddenly remembering everything I ever knew all at once, including when I was but a baby in both of my lives.

Letting out my breath, I calmly got up.

"You alright?" Tolfdir asked, concerned.

"Yes..." I answered, glancing at him and suddenly remembering so much regarding him, Skyrim, and my adventures in the game.

"Did you remember what you needed?" Tolfdir asked.

"Yes...thank you."

While the other two Mages left, Tolfdir remained nearby watching over me while I sorted out my thoughts.

It was...confusing.

I had almost completely forgotten my old life, even going as far as to nearly forget my own family from my first life.

But now that I could remember them...I missed them.

I remembered every single moment I spent with them, how much of a mess we were, but we were still family.

And, with this new world, I had the opportunity to eventually return to both of my families.

But for now, I had to focus on strengthening myself and learning as much as I could before Alduin arrives and the Civil War begins in around six years.

Though I doubt I'd become strong enough to take on an entity that is literally a fragment of a God and his army of siblings that are also parts of the 'God.'

However, I will sure give it a good try, and with what I know and remember, I had plenty of options and ways to gain power, especially if Creation Club content existed in this world.

For now, I needed to learn all I could from my teachers and the college as well as start earning some Septims to finance my future journey.

"So you have decided," Tolfdir spoke from the side.

Turning to face him, I asked with confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Your eyes, they speak of someone who decided what they will do. Something I find to be quite rare among those your age," Tolfdir explained.

"I see. Yes, I have decided what I wanted to do," I informed him, giving him a smile.

"Wonderful, don't give up on your dreams, you hear? You can accomplish anything you set your mind to," Tolfdir told me.

I thanked him and we went our separate ways after telling him I had no plans on giving up on my dream, getting him to chuckle.

Now alone once again, I began studying in the arcanaeum, under the stern gaze of Urag who of course he gave me his daily warning where he threatened to summon a Fire or Ice Atronach to burn or smash me to bits if I so much as dropped one of his 'precious' books.

For an Osmir or Orc, Urag was one of my favorites, mostly because Orcs who had a Warrior and tribal culture, looked down on Magic and much like the Nords, preferred to solve their problems with their fists, so while Urag still held many of his race's more...brutal values, he was much more intelligent and stronger than the game gave him credit for, I guess due to how long he's been in this library, he's picked up some nifty spells that made him quite a threat, and much more dangerous than your typical orc.

I remember accidentally punching him in-game on a playthrough at a low level and getting absolutely destroyed by his Ice Atronach due to it being on Legendary difficulty.

Of course, that meant there was no one better in the entire College who knew more than this Orc besides probably a few select individuals, such as the Archmage and the other Master Mages.

I was already setting up a plan and thinking of how I could earn money.

Perhaps I could go the modern route and teach the farmers of Skyrim some Modern Farming techniques?

Or I could work with a couple of blacksmiths and get their help in making some items that would be profitable for a wide array of occupations.

I had so many options on how to progress, I frankly didn't know what to choose.

The first thing I wanted to do was check out the midden and clear it out, hopefully, I'd get to try out a few spells and see if I could make any of my own, with my memories I had a few ideas for what I could try, including spells from the other Elder Scrolls games.

So much to do, so little time.

First, however, I wanted to see if I could improve [Oakflesh] or [Flames] with my modern knowledge.

So, walking back to the hall of elements, I found a secluded corner and decided to start with Flames.

Fire, of course, is just the reaction of fuel, oxygen, and heat, making it 'combust' into a flame.

The fuel for the flame was my Magicka, while more Magicka acted as the igniter.

So, to increase the heat of the flame, the process would be somewhat simple, if not more expensive in Magicka cost.

Supply more oxygen, add more fuel, condense the fuel, withdraw the moisture in the air around the spell, and then Ignite the fuel.

While simple in thought, the spell became much more complex, making it much harder to cast.

I repeatedly blew myself up or burned my hands, having to constantly cast Healing over the injuries.

But with each attempt, the temperature of the flame became hotter, and I think some of the other students began to notice, as the area around me started becoming a little...too hot, so I had to stop and switch to Oakflesh, which was much more simply, since it simply hardened the skin.

So while I wanted it to keep the 'Hardness' of the spell, I wanted to add another variable to improve the spell, instead of just making my flesh hard, I wanted to also make it flexible, like rubber instead of bark.

But, for this, I was having to actually test the spell on myself, by well...hurting myself.

Which didn't look quite good since I ended up leaving quite a bit of blood on the ground around me after a few hours since I was having to cut my skin to see if it worked.

Surprisingly it was much easier to do than the modified flame spell, but it had a major drawback, the Magicka cost of maintaining the spell was more than triple the cost of the base spell.

I took my findings to Tolfdir about the Modified Oakflesh spell, and he laughed and congratulated me on my findings, asking if I wanted to publish the modified spell to the College and earn a reward, but I ended up declining, preferring that not too many learned of the spell, at least until I perfected it or at least improved the cost of maintaining the spell, which I noticed made Tolfdir even prouder, but he did warn me that even if I couldn't improve it, the spell could save countless lives or prevent countless injuries and implored me to at consider publishing the spell before I leave the College.

But enough about that, with the two modified spells and the other basic spells in my repertoire, I should be able to clear out the Midden and meet a particular floating orb hiding in the basement of the college.