Idas had just finished telling his story, one he had told a thousand time. In fact, he had told it so many times he almost believed it himself. Most of it was true really…Wuleed’s death, meeting Bal Molagmer, his father’s insistence that he become a Telvanni, those things had all happened. Almost no one knew, however, that there was more to the tale.
So as he stood there, recounting his lie, he couldn’t help but remember the truth…
7:00 AM Sundas, 2nd of Last Seed, 2E 474
Idas’ father woke him up early that morning, for that day was his meeting with the Telvanni mouth.
"Up and out of bed boy, we are to be in Sadrith Mora by noon and I want you to get some more practice in your alteration magic before you meet Mater Selothi. Your tutor tells me that your Conjuration and Destruction are nearly as good as his now, but that you can scarcely levitate a few feet off the ground. You will need to levitate much higher than that if you hope to live in the Telvanni towers."
Idas, of course, did NOT want to live in a Telvanni tower. He hated that house and everything it stood for. Wuleed told him they were among the most ardent defenders of slavery in Morrowind. Worse, they treated the slaves horribly. The rumor among the Argonians was that Telvanni used their slaves for experiments.
Endril Selothi, the Telvanni Mouth who would decide if Idas was fit to enter the ranks of the Telvanni, was the worst among the bunch. Wuleed’s brother’s best friend’s sister claimed that Master Selothi had once burned a slave alive simply for dropping a pack full of Alchemy ingedients.
But Idas didn’t tell his father any of that: "Yes father. I’m so excited to meet with the Mouth. I will do whatever I can do impress him and bring honor to our name."
His exercises with his Tutors went well enough. Idas was able to levitate a dozen feet of the ground for almost a minute. He never could control it though and when he tried to come down he fell straight to the ground with a crash. His tutor sighed but said they didn’t have any more time to work.
Idas, his father, and a retinue of guards left for Sadrith Mora. When they got there, Idas left on his own to meet with the mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity waiting in a meeting room for the Mouth to grace him with his presence, Master Selothi finally entered. The man was impossibly old, his life artificially lengthened by magical means. His hair was long and grey. His skin was taut over his bones. The one thing that seemed young was his eyes. They were almost eerily bright and Idas felt as though they were burning a hole into his soul as he sat there.
Finally, the man spoke: "So, you are the farmers boy, eh? Your father tells me you are gifted in magic. He says you’d be valuable to House Telvanni.
But words are cheap. I need proof. Throw a fire ball at me.”
Idas hesitated. "Excuse me?"
The Mouth raised his voice: "Are you deaf or stupid boy?!?! Throw some fire! As powerful as you can make it."
Idas hesitated again. Age must have addled the old man’s brain. Then a thought occurred to him: if he killed the old loon, he would never be allowed to join House Telvanni. He could tell his father he had tried his best though.
Summoning all the aetherial energies he could muster, Idas formed them into an inferno. It was the hottest most powerful fireball he had ever made. He threw it as hard as he could and the spell launched towards the mouth…
And crashed harmlessly against a ward. The explosion sent fire all around the room but the Mouth barely moved. Idas hadn’t even detected him casting the spell. With a wave of his hand the Mouth extinguished all the small fires starting up around them.
"Not bad boy, let’s see what else you can do."
Master Selothi ran him through several other drills. He asked him to summon things, to destroy things, and to levitate. Thankfully, the room wasn’t large enough for Idas to go very high and he was able to hide his ineptitude in Alteration. After more than an hour of such tests, there was a knock at the door.
A young female Argonian entered: "Master…there is a matter in the laboratory that requires…"
"Are you daft beast! Was I not clear that I wanted no interruptions? If there is a problem have my apprentice handle it. Go find Arvis and tell him to do his job." With that, Master Selothi waved his hand and the Argonian flew out of the room and landed hard in the hallway. The Mouth smiled at Idas as if they were sharing some inside joke and said:
"Disgusting lizards. I wouldn’t keep them alive if there weren’t such a shortage of merish and human slaves. Anyway, I think we’re done here. You’ve proven competent enough to begin as an apprentice.
I will be busy with other things today, but I will inform the House tomorrow morning that you are joining our ranks.”
The Telvanni wizard left then. Idas stayed behind fuming. After seeing the way Master Selothi treated that poor girl, there was no way he could be part of this House.
6:00 PM Sundas, 2nd of Last Seed, 2E 474
Back at the manor, Idas considered his options. He needed a way out of this situation. He couldn’t tell his father he didn’t want to join…he had been grooming him for this his entire life. The amount of money he’d spent on magical tutors and martial instructors was staggering. All of his hopes rested on his son getting into a Great House.
Honestly, that wouldn’t have satisfied Idas even if he could just quit. Master Selothi was a bad person and he needed to be dealt with. He needed to die.
The trouble was figuring out how to kill him. Idas didn’t dare use magic in a Telvanni compound. It would be detected immediately and, worse, there were probably magical wards throughout the Telvanni buildings. Idas would need to do it the old fashioned way. Unfortunately, all of the swords would be locked up in the guard’s barracks.
When it got dark, he slipped out of his room and over to the slaves quarters. Right outside Wuleed’s room was a pick-ax…just what he needed. Idas snatched it, along with a guar, and rode off to Sadrith Mora.
8:00 PM Sundas, 2nd of Last Seed, 2E 474
Idas had dismounted a mile away from town so no one would hear him coming. He quietly made his way to Master Selothi’s personal quarters. There was a window impeded in the side of the giant mushroom that served as his house…but it was about ten feet off the ground.
You can do this, Idas thought to himself.
He cast a spell of levitation and slowly floated up. He might not be able to control his descent, but this time he wouldn’t have to. Just as he reached the window, he released the spell and grabbed on to the ledge.
After pulling himself up, he navigated his way through the defensive wards placed on the room. He detected several paralysis runes and something much nastier, though he couldn’t quite tell what it was. He managed to get past them all and hid next to the door into the room. Idas had no idea how long he would have to wait for Selothi…luckily it wasn’t long.
About a half an hour later Idas heard footsteps in the hall. If the Telvanni lord had thought to cast detect life before entering his room, Idas would have been caught and executed. The mer was arrogant though. He was sure his wards would stop any intruders and even more sure of his own abilities to defend himself.
As soon as the door swung open and the man entered, Idas swung his pick-axe with all his might, right into the wizard’s throat. The man gurgled and gasped for air, his bright eyes looking at Idas in utter shock and horror.
Idas left the weapon embedded in his throat and ran home…
11:00 PM Sundas, 2nd of Last Seed, 2E 474
That night, Idas went to bed nervous. Not because he had a meeting with the Telvanni Mouth the next morning, but because the Telvanni mouth lay dead by his hands. Idas was worried that someone had seen him. As he fled from Sadrith Mora a figure had appeared in Master Selothi’s window, a young Dunmer as well as Idas could tell. Probably that apprentice Master Selothi had mentioned.
Then Idas heard voices and footstep in the hallway, guards running through the compound. He managed to catch some of the conversation:
"Someone has murdered the Telvanni Mouth," one guard said to another. "They found a pick-axe from this plantation, stuck in Selothi’s throat. The markings showed that it belonged to one of our Argonians, Wuleed something or other."
Idas’ heart stuck in his throat. He hadn’t thought about the fact that the slave’s tools were marked. He ran to his window just in time to see his very best friend in the world chased down and killed…
Because of him.