Mystery Deepens
Arngeir, the speaker and high elder of the Greybeards was meditating in the temple courtyard. He was contemplating the unease encompassing the entirety of Skyrim recently, and a sense of foreboding is always hovering while he is in deep mediation.
Suddenly, from the temple entrance, an elder flew through the entryway using [Whirlwind Sprint] and stopped just in front of Arngeir. The rushing elder had a grave look on his face as he handed the opened letter to Arngeir with shaking hands...
Arngeir knew the elder couldn't speak, per their dedication, so he simply took the letter and began to read with sincerity. The unease going...
[Greetings Elder Greybeard, pass this letter to Arngeir.
Greetings Elder Arngeir, current speaker to the Greybeards and student of Paarthurnax. By order of the great seer of The Foundation, the following prophecy will be delivered to you as quickly as possible.
Please do as you wish with this information. Until the time comes, know that the Psijic order has already made plans for the soon-to-appear Dovakiin. But most other forces are unaware of this turn-of-the-century event. Hermaeus Mora is the only other entity we currently know that is aware of the Dragonborn.
With Sincerity,
The Foundation]
Arngeir's sense of foreboding continue to intensify as he read the message, the number of inclinations in this note cannot be comprehended by him alone and must be meditated on. He is a wise and educated man who knows much of the world, the Psijic Order and the Daedric Gods are two entities with power beyond him...
The truly dangerous aspect of this note is the sender. Despite all he knows, this 'Foundation' organization has never been known....even Paarthurnax never mentioned such a thing. This gave the grave sense of foreboding in his being an even heavier weight...
Nevertheless, he took out the second sheet of paper that supposedly contained the prophecy given by the high seer of The Foundation. Its contents caused an uncertain amount of comfort and worry to fluctuate in his heart.
["By year's end...
The hero comes at the turn of the season and claims a warrior's heart...Sahvot, Sahvot, Bo Fin Dovakiin
With a voice wielding the power of the ancient Nord arts.....Sahvot, Sahvot, Bo Fin Dovakiin
It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes.....Huzrah, Huzrah, Bo Fin Dovakiin
For the darkness is passing, and the legend yet grows...Hi Mindok, Hi Mindok, Bo Fin Dovakiin
Alduin, fern do jun
Kruziik vokun staadnau
Voth aan balhok wah diivon fin lein"]
As a Greybeard, the dragon language was easily read and understood. His face paled at the last few lines, and with a worried heart, he immediately ascended to the throat of the world at which he can consult with his master. If this seer truly has the power of prophecy, then the subtle tension engulfing Skyrim will grow into a storm before the light shines again.
....(Scene Break)....
A mysterious man that is familiar to the town of Ivarstead is currently holding a disguised Psijic order member by the throat, the order member tried everything against this ambushing foe, but the mysterious man in a top hat proved to be a grandmaster of the arcane arts.
Eventually, before the order member could commit suicide to protect his fellow members, he was captured and drugged with various alchemical ingredients that weaken resistance to Illusionism.
They were standing in a forest west of Riften, the mysterious man knowing beforehand where all of the Psijic Order members would move in the future.
"....now, little Altmer, after I'm done working with you, you'll return to the order and function as a spy for The Foundation. Use this rune to contact me or send messages.....am I understood?"
The man released his hold on the now dazed individual, watching as the Psijic member knelt down on one knee and bowed his head respectfully, his new ring showcasing his membership of The Foundation on his right hand.
"Of course, my lord. Tandil will do as The Foundation wishes..."