Valkansar shivered in the cold. Cursing his luck for being assigned to Winterhold, much less to assist in that fool's research. What did he care of ancient dwemer artifacts? The man was below his rank even. Since when did a Wizard assist in a lowly Conjurer in determining the location of some star-map? He'd had enough of this job. The Thalmor had such an influence in Cyrodill now, that he found himself being sent to this accursed place. "No matter", He sneered to himself, "I'll be in Markath soon, and life will be easy there."<br/><br/>Valkansar was a spellsword, though he kept up with his martial abilities, his magic was what he was truly excelled at. Known as a deadly evoker of destruction magic, he ascended in the ranks in only 2-3 years.. though he had little issue with high elves, having had a few contacts back in cyrodill, the creeping influence of the thalmor was becoming more and more known. Soon, any sort of words against them would either have your throat slit, or sent far far away. Or worse.. be used in a necromancy ritual. He was pretty sure that last one was a rumor, but it was hard to tell given  what those swits were capable of. "There, almost done" He mused to himself. It was experimental, and the only reason he helped that fool acquire his needed artifacts. He had become more skilled in conjuration, and most importantly, the theory behind Avakasier's gate. With it he would create an untraceable portal that would make him appear wherever he wished. It was a long, lengthy process, and not to be repeated.<br/><br/>He began to chant, which felt awkward given that most of his abilities could be done mentally.. however his thoughts had to be spoken aloud. He'd set this little spell in the deepest part of the Mage's guild's "basement". The Icewraiths were more then enough of a deterrent to prevent unwanted visitors. He had to vanish without a trace, so no one could mark his passing. It was important to note that he wasn't a red-haired man with a fiery beard, and green eyes. An illusion, from an amulet he'd worn since he joined the mage's guild. It was a powerful one, given to him by his father after he had passed from this world. Even he wasn't fully aware of it's powers, but this was it's primary function.  He left the last word of the ritual on the tip of his tongue. He had to wait until nightfall before he could even summon the gate. So he waited, and recounted his possessions, ensuring everything was in proper order...