Winterhold Residents

"My bad, I just thought you'd be uglier," he remarks, "Legends say that it was not your eyes that turned men to stone, but your face..."

"Would you like to see for yourself?" she offers, angered but somewhat relieved at his bluntness, someone wishing to manipulate her wouldn't be so liberal with his words.

"I'm alright, are you aware of the current situation?"

She glances around at everyone before shaking her head, "No. Explain."

Michael lets out a sigh, "Well,-"

Ten minutes later he'd given the basics to Medusa, the snake-woman slowly nodding her head as if the situation was natural to her... "So you are my unwilling warden... Does that mean I can make requests?"

"Depends on what it is, I guess?"

"Is it possible to revive my sisters?" she inquires seriously.

...

"I have no idea..." Michael admits. The only people he could summon in the book were heroes from the game, even then he couldn't summon those he hadn't chosen as his Spirit. To be honest, this line of thought had struck him multiple times... Why the Dead God had given a selection identical to the game.

He'd originally guessed that it was because the Spirit's sense of self was so strong that their personalities survived the end of their universe, but given that many gods weren't included in the list, there must be something to it... Maybe the Spirit needed to be known to him to be summoned? Since he knew all the heroes in Dota he was familiar enough with these characters to summon them?

With that reasoning, it should be possible to summon other characters if he familiarized himself enough with them... Maybe he could summon that fat shopkeeper or Roshan?

Regardless, that was all speculation for now, so he gives Medusa a solemn sigh, "At the moment it's not possible. But, It might be in future, just don't hold your breath for it." he admits.

"So, it 'might' be possible to revive my sisters?"

He nods.

"Then I will wait on it."

"You're the last summon so let's gather everyone up..." he walks by and calls everyone to him, floating slightly so he could address them properly, "As you guys know, this world is not yours, indeed, it is quite unlike the one you knew, so allow me to give you some ground rules to keep shit from hitting the fan... First, I would like you all to stay in Winterhold for the time being, while I don't want to imprison you, most of you would cause the inhabitants of other cities to grab their pitchforks and hunt you down... Yes, you could probably kill them all, but that's what I'm trying to avoid...

Winterhold houses multiple races at this point, some not originating from this world. It is the only place that most of you could live comfortably, its technology is steadily matching your old world's and the residents aren't as hostile against magic as other Nord Holds. Plus, a good friend of mine is now the Jarl, the 'Leader' as it were. She'll give you all a good start on whatever you endeavour to do, whether it be researching magic or simply protecting the place.

I would advise you, if you want to create something of your own, like Kunkka's idea to build a navy," he gestures at the blue-clad man who raises his smoking pipe in acknowledgement, "Winterhold would be the best place to start, it's the place that houses the magical College of Winterhold, and where my Spire exists, which should deaden the reaction to this world's populace to your attempts.

Yes, I am aware that most of you are incredibly powerful in comparison to this world, but that doesn't mean there aren't threats. I don't know what would happen if something, be it Dragon, God, or Daedra, manages to get ahold of your soul. You all exist in 'half-measures', half of your soul stored within the book, and half out here as you are now. Be careful... Alright, any more questions?" he asks after giving his speech.

"What's this world's opinion on assassins?" Riki inquires before anyone else can get a word in.

"Like in your old world, most people hate them. The main organisation of assassins is known as the Dark Brotherhood, which is currently being hunted down like dogs for the murder of the previous High King Ulfric Stormcloak, though there's a fair chance the new High King had a hand in it." he explains.

"Would this Dark Brotherhood be averse to my joining?"

"No, in fact, I could get a hold of their leader fairly easily."

Riki nods, "If you would, I'd be grateful... Student." he flashes a smirk.

"Are the magics of this world worth my time and effort? The abilities you've shown me are nought by copies of the people present here, the few spells simplistic and barbaric in their practice." Rubick questions.

"Your conclusion is my fault. I only showed you lower levels spells that I hadn't exactly tried to master. I'm sure you'll find many things of interest, visit the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold and you'll sees many avenues of study." Michael states.

"Did you ever discover the existence of spiritualists and shamans?" Rhasta asks, wondering if there were people in Tamriel that practised similar magic to himself.

"Kind of? I heard rumours of their existence but haven't spoken to any. It might just be a lost art for all I know." he shrugs.

"When will we be given permission to leave? This icy hellscape doesn't suit my needs at all." Lina asks, using a conjured ball of fire to keep herself warm, her lack of proper winter clothing making the land around Winterhold almost unbearable for her.

"Hammerfell is akin to your homeland, but I'd like you to get acquainted with this world before you go off wandering. The gods here might be hands off, but that doesn't mean they're powerless." he says and she nods.

"Are there any big enemies we should know about?" Wei asks in place of her master, who just stands silently next to Silencer.

"All Aedra and Daedra, the Thalmor, High King Surtr, the Psijic Order, and many more. Most of these will stay away from Winterhold, if they're even able to reach it in the first place, ask Ennura about it later if you want a more accurate picture."