Langwen took Darena by the hand and then they walked naked together from the baths and steam room to the Archmage's quarters. At this hour and with the information Darena had given her, Langwen interest was piqued. Nothing else matters, besides as worshipers of Dibella, being seen naked was absolutely not something to be ashamed of.

Once inside the quarters, Langwen had made a beeline straight for the Archmage's work area with its various desks, scriptoriums, arcane enchanter and Alchemy laboratory. Darena too was pleased, she knew enough of her new bride to know when Langwen gets an idea into her head it doesn't get out. Seating herself in a comfortable, deep, leather throne-like armchair that an Archmage sat in, Langwen searched the drawers until she came by a perfectly preserved parchment; white as fresh milk; rolled up and thick, tied with a crimson silk ribbon. She began reading it, her arousal growing more and more as her heart rate accelerated.

The scroll was very long and detailed, Langwen immediately thinking than entire cow...or more was killed and skinned to make it, the quality of craftsmanship exquisite even by Imperial standards. Written in black ink on white parchment, Langwen was astounded as she realized the truth about the late Arch-Mage Traven...using his considerable influence; first as head of the Anvil branch of the Mages Guild, and from 3E431 as Archmage; Traven had been watching Langwen and Darena since they were children, convinced by divine revelations that they were destined to become something great and influential. Anvil was a port city and was close enough to the border of Valenwood, that agents of the Mages Guild could be sent back and forth, Skingrad was even closer, but Darena lived in Dragon Bridge, in the north of Skyrim...yet somehow surveillance had been possible...then it hit Langwen that Dragon Bridge settlement was close to the Skyrim capital of Solitude and a bastion of Imperial wealth and influence. The Nords might not have liked it but they were in no positon to do anything about it if a mage of a Knight of the Lamp showed up on their doorstep and requested custody of a magically-talented and inclined son or daughter.

The writing was very tiny but still flowing, cursive and calligraphic, but as she held the scroll out into the candlelight, Langwen saw the writing clearly without needing a reading lens/magnifying glass or squinting her eyes. They knew everything about her life including how in 3E427, the then 12 year old Langwen lied to her mother, Esgaldis, and went into the massive Ayleid ruin of Senalana, located a short walk west of her home town of Arenthia and entered the ruin, despite the well-known fact the local citizens avoided it like the Blight. It was rumored to be haunted by the spirits either or both the original Ayleid inhabitants and Imperial soldiers who died there 750 years ago or thereabouts looking for a powerful artifact. And cursed as well on top of that. Langwen didn't seem to care as she went in and took jewelry, necklaces and everything else she could find and get her hands on there. She made numerous trips and took a knapsack as she couldn't fit everything in one go but on her third trip there, she activated a needle-sharp, multiple spike trap which tore through her left hand, going through muscles, ligaments, blood vessels. The sharp copper-iron smell of blood triggered the magical Welkynd stone light of Senalana and awoke a powerful undead sorcerer called a Lich, which Langwen struggled to kill as she was bleeding all over. She succeeded just barely as a massive Nord man in heavy steel plate armour came in and made sure the horrid abomination was dead before grabbing the bleeding little Elfin girl and brining her to her mother, Esgaldis. She really was furious with rage and took it out on her daughter's ass with a flexible but painful wooden rod. Langwen's butt was crimson for months and later she learned the Nord's name: Snaddi Strom-Fist, a knight of the Order of the Lamp.

Darena herself paced nude around the desk before finally making her way to beautifully ornate rolling desk and scriptorium to look for more evidence. There were faint whispers of the Order of Immaculate Chastity but nothing solid, as the order kept to themselves, was extremely secretive and not a lot of writing survived previous turbulent eras.

"-Your nipples are already fully aroused and hard, beloved Langwen. I take it you are as surprised as I was...feeling both scared and turned on knowing that your entire life you have been watched over." Darena said as she found all the diaries Archmage Traven kept.

"Darena, my love, you are no doubt smart enough to realize Nomen Nescio means "Name Unknown" in the Imperial tongue. Clearly, the author's failure to provide his...or her true name means that either he made all of this up or that he does not believe there is enough evidence to support his claims. We are talking millennia of wars, destruction, men and mer fighting for political influence...rather like vulture over what was then a carcass unworthy of the name Empire. Not a lot has survived from this period, you know. So the author might simply want to avoid embarrassment if this turns out to be a fruitless, no doubt dangerous chase." Langwen said as she continued reading the scroll, her mind working like perfectly smooth set of Dwemer interlocking gears, trying to discern the truth. Meanwhile, Darena seemed focused on a set of scrolls in the rolling desk, carefully unwrapping and reading them.

"-Dibella brought us together, she watches over us as she did since we were born. I doubt this man, Nomen Nescio, would write a book full of lies...presuming of course it is man. Could a mer, woman or womer, even Orsimer for all we know. Besides, no one spends decades of research across all of Tamriel unless they believe they are on to something." Darena said as she gasped in awe, finally fining a shred of information she needed. Her hand immediately went to her heart as she felt her arousal grow, letting a loud moan of satisfaction.

"-I believe...MOANS...I have found something. This mentions...AHHH...that Relyssa and Rhienne live in an isolated cabin, located in a clearing northwest of Bruma and that the diary of Nomen Nescio is available in the private collection of Countess Narina Carvain of Bruma and her steward, a Breton woman named Yvarra Channite. Still it doesn't provide a true location of the cabin, but it give us a place to start." Darena said as Langwen put down her scrolls and went over to her beloved.

"-Well, then, let us get dressed and make our way to Bruma...or rather teleport to the Bruma Mages Guild and take up the quest from there." Langwen said as she Darena shared a passionate kiss.

Once they have safely teleported to the Bruma chapter of the local Mages Guild, much to the surprise of the new mages there, the couple exchanged pleasantries and then made their way straight to Castle Bruma to see Countess Carvain, who seemed so genuinely pleased and surprised as she greeted Langwen and Darena warmly. In the castle dining room, Langwen explained to Her grace, the Countess, the reason for their visits and how Dibella Herself had brought them together as they feasted on succulent pork roasts.

"-My dear Archmage and General, as much as I would love to help you in your always noble and honorable endeavours, there isn't much to go on about this Order of Immaculate Chastity. I can however get you started by giving you one of the journal that Nomen Nescio kept along with a copy of the book about. These devices...presuming they ever existed, seem impossible to build. My city has the best Nord and Imperial smiths, and they have assured me it cannot be done. Alas, this might be one secret lost to time. I can also tell you if you require, that Nomen Nescio's real name is Lagasha Gra Lagul, and she is an Orsimer." the Countess said matter-offactly as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Langwen tried to hide her astonishment but failed and Darena failed even more spectacularly, her food and wine spilling out of her mouth as she coughed and choked, thankfully the thick napkin keeping her robes from being stained.

"-An Orsimer writing so beautifully and entailed, Your Grace? I find it rather unlikely, given the war-like nature of the Orcs." Darena said after she finally stopped coughing and sputtering as the Countess returned her prejudice right to her face.

"-Some would say it is true of the Nords...Commander Darena, yet here you stand...a mage-knight sworn to protect the Mages Guild...and married to a female Wood Elf, no less. My congratulations to you both. the uneducated and ignorant would depict Nords and Orcs alike as mead swilling savages, but those who are educated and enlightened know better." she raised her goblet of wine and all the guests followed, Darena included, although she was blushing red with shame from the sting of the Countess's reply.

"-Your wife Langwen has commenced full repairs and restorations at the local Ayleid ruin Rielle nearby. I for once cannot wait to see it restored to her true beauty...did you know that Rielle means "Beauty" in the Ayleid tongue, Darena? It is surprising to see how well the ancients knew how to build. the interior is already done and all that remains is the exterior. But please stay in my castle tonight. The roads are not safe." the Countess said, her brown eyes gleaming and letting the two lovers know it was an order not a suggestion.