Hillside Camp

Between Markarth and Karthwasten

8:00 PM, 26, Mid Year 4E 205

	Jonimir was seen sitting on a chair, in a guard post that was facing North-West, out of the camp. Cold air blew across, as he simply observed the environment in-front of him, of Skyrim. Skyrim by many was considered a harsh land, and Jonimir knew of it. He always wondered how could you farm and manage to sustain corps in the unforgiving lands of Skyrim.

Over the past few weeks, he has been keeping a low profile from the Synod. The Synod are college of magic based in the Imperial City. Ever since the public displeasure over the Mages Guild happened after the fabled Oblivion Crisis the college was split into two different cells, the Synod and the College of Whispers. Both preach and teach the same knowledge, however there agendas and goals differ. It’s funny for some of the mages that a merger hasn’t been purposed for a while, despite them disliking the same things. Things of the nature of Necromancy, Daedric Worship and other acts not considered holy or worthy to the public eye. But yet one thing was clear, even to outsiders in both of the guilds, a power struggle. The Synod and College of Whispers want to be considered the best by the Elder Council. Various short hand tactics were often employed to ensure that both colleges get the best research digs, students and even often the best government jobs to investigative sites of interest. Weather these tactics involve the usual backstabbing of sources, to making people disappear both colleges always wanted that upper hand on the other, no matter the cost.

Over the two decades Jonimir spent at the Synod, he enjoyed them to an extent. The knowledge and teaching was some of the best, and helped further his craft and his magical knowledge. But on the other hand the issue of the Synod power hungry leadership and unwillingness to at times consider various theories on fringearts like Necromancy often cast a shadow of doubt in Jonimir’s head. Thus, his joining of the Blue Blood Mages due to his desire to explore a new frontier in his magical career, these fringearts. . In Redguard culture, Necromancy is shunned and utterly considered inhumane, and for the most part all other cultures and races agree with this. However necromancy also has some more humane uses, in the art of soul trapping. Soul Trapping by scholars is considered a part of the school of Conjuration however loosely connected with Necromancy. Yet any commoner would easily mistake the art of soul trapping for necromancy, mainly due to unlawfully taking someone’s soul and placing in to a gem. However the thing that most people in Jonimir’s eye’s don’t understand is that soul trapping is one way to enchant goods, some enchantments even providing great benefits to soldiers and at times, to common folk.

Jonimir finished up his soup and his mead, before taking a nap, he prefers to man the guard post at night since their is a strong possibility the Synod could send a agent in the mist of the darkness to the camp.

11:00 PM

	Jonimir woke up, after taking a quick nap of 2 and a half hours length. The noise of a major congregation arriving awoke Jonimir before he looked to the group, surrounding Ashav. Jonimir moved towards the group, sticking to the back of the group. After listening to the conversation for a brief moment, he made his way towards Edith with his hood up. “If you're leading the flanking, sign me up” Jonimir said. Before Edith could reply back with a statement, Jonimir went towards his usual spot, of eating his favorite bowl of chicken soup.