Viarinn's first entry

This must be the most emotional day of my life - to be named Arch-Mage on my 18th birthday. The youngest Arch-Mage ever to lead the College of Winterhold. It seems like a heavy burden to bear, living up to the name of Arch-Mage Aren, by whom I was first greeted by at my arrival as an applicant but it has me on my tail, and upon receiving the news, I must admit, it was hard to stay stood on the ground. I havn't told father and mother yet, for I am afraid they will worry too much and think that it's too much responsability to give to a young woman as myself. And perhaps they're right. But that doesn't mean that I won't take up the challenge. After all, whatever I do cannot possibly overshine anything that's happened at the college recently. I've been on a few adventures with Brelyna. She and I together went after the Staff of Magnus and to me it's created something very special between us (or at least it's fair payback for her tuning me green!). I've told Argis to look out for Vlindrel Hall for a while as I'm going to Solitude to visit the Bards College and see if I can sniff up some scholar friends - or perhaps even mages. I've only ever been to Solitude one time before and that had me leaving with my mind inside out, a chunk of cheese in each ear and the Wabbajack stuffed in my backpack. If I ever have the chance to meet a Daedric Prince again, I hope it to be someone a little less... mad. Be that as it is, I will be staying at the Winking Skeever for a while, before I jump into my next adventure. A little elf can only take so much at a time.

- Viarinn Lorén