Study Wudy
After the monumental failure and confusing entry test, Elliot decided to settle down in Imre while learning about what is needed to get accepted at the University.
Weeks passed and day by day, this town began to feel like home. He made money by doing nightly shows at various Inns or Taverns for those interested in 'mundane'-magic. Card tricks were always a crowd favorite...
While honing his craft and developing new tricks to entertain the masses, most of his free time was spent on studying. Money was used to buy books, and some textbooks were stolen from students who were in Imre for downtime using some of his less-savory skills.
He usually targeted the first years as his honed senses went haywire when targeting those more experienced. He wasn't sure why, but after studying some of the material he stole or purchased, the picture began to clear up and an intense period of study and learning started.
Eventually, after many months, he decided to try and enter the school again to study. He even got a recommendation letter after befriending and helping out an arcanist who had just graduated from the learning institute.
He received many tips and tricks from various people over these months and practiced the type of questions that have popped up over the years of interviewing new students.
All and all, he was ready and not a moment too soon as he wasn't getting any younger and he wanted to start his educational journey.
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Traveling through the multiverse, to the ever-active world of "Skyrim", Igrid has officially set off toward Whiterun. Following the request of Hadvar's relative to inform the Jarl of the dragon's danger, he set off to request aid for Riverwood...
After getting some basic equipment from Hadvar's family and a few days in the nearby Inn in exchange for helping around the place, he was traveling on the most direct route possible.
Igrid decided to follow the mysterious man's advice and make Whiterun his first destination.
He was certain that this whole world is his for the taking. It will be a wonderful chapter of Whiskey's Skyrim Peregrinate.....'no, that's simply too snobby. Better go with something else...' thought the smiling Igrid while strolling down the stone road.
Beautiful trees and landscapes were everywhere. Occasionally, he passed various people on the road. Merchants, travelers, Dominion Patrols, etc...
Until the third day of travel when he encountered something out of the ordinary...
A man, with his back turned, was trying to get what looked to be a coffin back onto his own wagon. Based on the nearby clues, it was obvious that a wheel broke while traveling, and the man wearing a clown suit repaired it...he was now trying to get everything back in the wagon to set off once more.
"Hail Friend, need a hand?..." Igrid thought nothing of providing aid, as this was something new to experience. The not-known Dragonborn called out to the weirdly dressed man which caused him to stiffen before he turned...
The off man half-holding a coffin was wearing a Jester's suit with bells dotted throughout the get-up. He looked like the smile plastered on his face could never be removed and giggled like a maniac even when straining to lift the heavy coffin.
".....AHH!! A NOBLE TRAVELER EH!?....HEHE...."
"Yes....YESS!! CICERO would love a helping hand!...." the clown finished his acquiescence with a giggle.
After aiding him in his task, Igrid took what the jester said was a small token of appreciation in the form of a small ouch of septims before watching as the Jester hopped onto his wagon. Cicero looked down at this friendly helper before speaking....
"Thank you brother...well, not a brother.....won't be a brother? May be a brother.....YES...HAHAH! Cicero will remember this not-will bee-won't be brother haha!!!..."
The jester raised his hands holding the reigns and just before he flicked his wrist causing the wagon to start moving again, Igrid saw a familiar ring on the fool's finger. It caused shivers to run up his back and he quickly turned around and left the area.
'well sh]t....if that guy represents what Mr. Mask called The Foundation, I want nothing to do with those crazy's...'
A few days later, he reached Whiterun...