They arrived Eldor in the last day of Wintersend which the southerners called Ildursmonth. Jarl spent most nights with either Mirja or Irese and every night Sigrid was there, watching intently. After the first few times Jarl ignored her and enjoyed the woman he was with. Fairly often they stayed the night and Jarl learned interesting things about the Kelivese in the east from Mirja. He had never known that there was no clear eastern border of Keliva but rather a loose set of villages that became more and more barbaric the further east you went. Irese was not as talkative but enjoyable nonetheless, and Sigrid was extremely fascinated with the blonde woman's large breasts. Once Jarl had almost thought that Sigrid would touch the other woman when he was taking Irese just next to her, but the Sister stopped herself and just watched.
The Longrunner slid quietly over the outskirts of Eldor. Jarl was standing at the bow and could not help but gape at the view in front of him. The twelve hills of Eldor were visible in the distance and already now the land below them was packed with houses. Thousands and thousands of houses, streets, squares and large roads. It was like nothing he had seen before. He had of course read about it in the texts, but he had never actually believed that it could be true.
"The Imperial Castle," captain Martens said who was standing next to him.
He pointed towards one of the larger hills were several narrow spires were twisting up towards the sky.
"And the College of Uncertain Arts," he said pointing to the hill two hills to the right of the castle.
Jarl's eyes locked on the hill. Then he blinked. And blinked again. Two large red domes emanated out from the hill that Martens had indicated. Beneath them he could see several large buildings with towers sticking up in a seemingly haphazardly fashion.
"What are the red things?" Jarl said pointing towards the College.
Martens looked in the direction he was pointing. Then he raised an eyebrow.
"Red, my prince?"
Jarl looked at the man and saw the confusion in his eyes.
"Never mind," Jarl said shaking his head.
They pulled in towards the dock that was located on Merchants Hill. The airmen cast out the gangway and it set into place on the dock.
"Best of luck, my prince," captain Martens said as they debarked.
Jarl nodded at the captain and put his bag over his shoulder and headed over the gangway. Mirja and Irese followed right after.
"Come find me at this address, prince," Irese said pushing a piece of paper into Jarl's hands and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
As the blonde woman left, Mirja took a step closer.
"Should we go then?" she said.
Jarl raised an eyebrow.
"You're going to the College as well, aren't you?"
Jarl opened his mouth but did not know what to say.
"Are you going to be a student there as well?" Sigrid asked saving him the embarrassment.
Mirja nodded smiling. Jarl shook himself to life again and smiled back at Mirja.
"Let's go then," he said leading the way.
It turned out that he had no idea how to navigate the humongous city and it did not take half a bell until they were completely lost. From time to time he could see the College and the strange red domes that covered it but then they turned two corners and the next time he saw it; it was at their backs.
"We need to find someone to ask the way," Mirja said the fourth time they had turned around completely.
Sigrid nodded but did not say anything.
"Do you speak Imperial?" Jarl asked.
Mirja was fluent in Nordheimr as well as Kelivese so it wouldn't have surprised him if she could speak Imperial as well.
"Don't you?" she said leaning her head to one side.
Jarl had taken a few classes in Imperial, but he could barely say hello. Languages had never been his strength, and the teacher had been an extremely boring old git. Thinking about it, it would have made sense to learn a little more before going here. He shrugged. Next to him Sigrid let out a long sigh.
"What?" Jarl said raising both hands.
"You do know that all classes at the College are in Imperial, right?" Mirja said looking at him sideways.
"I wasn't really planning to go to that many classes."
Jarl had no idea why he told the truth, but it felt pretty good doing so. Sigrid murmured something and Jarl thought he could hear fucking waste of time, somewhere in there. Mirja just shook her head and flagged down a merchant heading up the street. She exchanged a few phrases in Imperial. At least Jarl could hear that it was Imperial, that much he had learned from his old tutor. Mirja put her hands together in the imperial fashion and the merchant reciprocated the gesture and left.
"We just follow this ring road until we hit a square with a large statue of some emperor holding a spear. There we turn left and follow that street," Mirja said already heading off.
As they walked Jarl realized that all the streets were constantly curving around the large hills. No wonder he had got lost. Walking one street would eventually get you back to the place you started. It took them no more than half a bell until the red domes curved up gently before them.
"What are those?" Jarl said pointing up at the shimmering domes.
Mirja and Sigrid turned towards him. Then they looked at each other.
"Which those?"
"The huge red shiny things," Jarl said exasperated.
The women looked at where he was pointing and then shared another look. Sigrid shrugged.
"Are you ok?" Mirja asked.
"Never mind," Jarl said continuing down the street.
As they got closer and closer to the shimmering red wall it was evident that no-one else in the street could see it. Jarl walked slower and stopped just in front of the wall. It looked like one of the kaleidoscopes that his father had shown him once, just only in red. But he could still see perfectly through it as long as he did not focus on the surface itself. He reached out a hand and touched it. It tingled slightly.
"Are you coming?" Mirja asked from the other side of the wall.
Sigrid was standing next to her and stomping her foot. Jarl took a breath and then walked through. It just tickled a little but then there was nothing. The light inside was the same color as normal even though the wall was still looking red. He had seen the Wise Men doing some minor magic once or twice, but this was on a different scale. It felt ... daunting. He turned his back and followed Mirja and Sigrid.
"Registration is tomorrow," Mirja said translating what the guide had told her. "We can pick up our room keys at the student housing office.
Jarl nodded and they headed over to pick up their keys. Jarl did his best not to gape at the huge stone buildings. Each and every one of them could easily swallow the royal palace in Nordheim. All buildings had writing on them. Imperial. And to the look of it, classic Imperial. Even worse. It would really have been a good idea to learn some. They entered one of the large buildings. A long line of people stood waiting. Jarl walked up to the table where a bespectacled woman sat looking down at a paper. Before he knew it, a huge blue clad guard had grabbed his collar and was dragging him back to the end of the line. Scattered laughs rang in the room and Jarl felt how his cheeks burned. He tried reaching for his sword but there was nothing there. A dark-haired young man that could not have been more than eighteen stepped out of line and looked back at Jarl and said something that gathered even more laughs.
"Just stand still," Sigrid said at his ear.
"We have to wait in line like everyone else," Mirja said.
The dark-haired man said something else Jarl could not understand. Jarl answered with a rude gesture that broke all language barriers. The other man's jaw fell. The he shook himself and got back in line. Well, that shut him up at least. Jarl fumed. He had not had to stand in line a single time in his life so far. And the experience was just as mind-numbingly dull as could be expected.
"You're just like a bull in a pottery shop, aren't you?" Mirja said smirking.
Jarl raised an eyebrow. Mirja talked some more as they were standing there in line and time passed quicker than expected. As they got to the front of the line Mirja helped him answer all the required questions and he was handed a large ornate key with a seven on it.
"Well, I guess I am going to be disappointed," Mirja said looking down at her own little black key. "Come. I'll show you your place first before I find my room," Mirja said dragging him along with Sigrid right after.
They walked past a couple of the buildings before they got to one with a golden ÆŸ sign on it. The huge door swung open and let them in. Mirja let out a whistle. All the walls were covered in huge portraits of men and women wearing robes. They walked up a large stair and headed to the right until they came to number seven. As Jarl stood looking at door Sigrid grabbed the key from his hand and opened the door. She swung the door open and headed in before him.
"Wow," Mirja said as she entered the room.
Jarl headed in. On the wall opposite there was a huge portrait of a man that looked very much like his grandfather. He walked up to it. Tordgrim, 14th son of Gudmund, it said in Nordheimr underneath. This must be his great, great, uncle. He had never met him, but he had heard of him. He was pretty sure that his tutor had told him something about Tordgrim, but as usual he could not be bothered to remember it. Well, at least the accommodations were acceptable.
"Well, at least I can be certain to be disappointed with my own room now," Mirja said with a laugh.
Jarl took a step towards her and grabbed her waist.
"You're welcome to visit whenever you want," he said leaning in for a kiss.
Mirja kissed him back and he could feel her hand roaming down to his stiffening member.
"I'm not wearing anything under my dress," Mirja whispered into his ear.
Jarl growled back and turned her around and grabbed her breasts from behind. With Mirja's help he got his stiff member out of his pants. He quickly lifted her skirt and slid into her wetness. Mirja moaned loudly as he started thrusting into her. He grabbed her hips and thrust harder. Mirja had to grab hold of an antique sofa to not fall over. Jarl looked up and saw Sigrid standing in the opening into one of the other rooms. As always, she watched intently without moving. Jarl kept eye contact with her for a little while as he pounded into Mirja. The dark-haired girl said a something in her own language that made him even harder and not ten thrusts later he emptied himself into her.
"Thank you," she said turning around and gave him a kiss.
"You're welcome."
