The Exodus Content . Vralla was a little girl , beautiful and sweet - natured , beautiful and smart , beautiful and energetic . Everything that her parents had dreamed she would be . As perfect as she was , they could not help but have dreams for her . Her father , a bit of a social climber named Munthen , thought she would marry well , perhaps become a Princess of the Empire . Her mother , an insecure woman named Cinneta , thought she would reach greatness on her own , as a knight or a sorceress . As much as they wanted the very best for their daughter , they argued about what her fate would be , but both were wrong . Instead of growing up , she grew very ill . The Temples told them to give up hope , and The Mages Guild told them that what afflicted Vralla was so rare , so deadly , that there was no cure . She was doomed to die , and soon . When the great institutions of the Empire failed them , Munthen and Cinneta sought out the witches , the sorcerer hermits , and the other hidden , secret powers that lurk in the shadows of civilization . ' I can think of only one place you can go , ' said an old herbalist they found in the most remote peaks of the Wrothgarian Mountains . ' The Mages Guild at Olenveld . ' ' But we have already been to the Mages Guild , ' protested Munthen . ' They couldn ' t help us . ' " ' Go to Olenveld , " the herbalist insisted . " And tell no one that you ' re going there . ' It was not easy to find Olenveld , as it did not appear on any modern map . In a bookseller ' s in Skyrim , however , they found it in a historic book of cartography from the 2nd Era . In the yellowed pages , there was Olenveld , a city on an island in the northern coast , a day ' s sail in summertide from Winterhold . Bundling their pale daughter against the chill of the ocean wind , the couple set sail , using the old map as their only guide . For nearly two days , they were at sea , circling the same position , wondering if they were the victim of a cruel trick . And then they saw it . In the mist of crashing waves were twin crumbled statues framing the harbor , long forgotten Gods or heroes . The ships within were half - sunk , rotten shells along the docks . Munthen brought his ship in , and the three walked into the deserted island city . Taverns with broken windows , a plaza with a dried - up well , shattered palaces and fire - blackened tenements , barren shops and abandoned stables , all desolate , all still , but for the high keening ocean wind that whistled through the empty places . And gravestones . Every road and alley was lined , and crossed , and crossed again with memorials to the dead . Munthen and Cinneta looked at one another . The chill they felt had little to do with the wind . Then they looked at Vralla , and continued on to their goal - the Mages Guild of Olenveld . Candlelight glistened through the windows of the great dark building , but it brought them little relief to know that someone was alive in the island of death . They knocked on the door , and steeled themselves against whatever horror they might face within . The door was opened by a rather plump middle - aged Nord woman with frizzy blond hair . Standing behind her , a meek - looking bald Nord about her age , a shy teenage Breton couple , still very pimply and awkward , and a very old , apple - cheeked Breton man who grinned with delight at the visitors . ' Oh , my goodness , ' said the Nord woman , all afluster . ' I thought my ears must be fooling me when I heard that door a - knockin ' . Come in , come in , it ' s so cold ! ' The three were ushered in the door , and they were relieved to find that the Guild did not look abandoned in the least . It was well swept , well lit , and cheerfully decorated . The group fell into introductions . The inhabitants of the Guildhouse in Olenveld were two families , the Nords Jalmar and Nette , and the Bretons Lywel , Rosalyn , and old Wynster . They were friendly and accommodating , immediately bringing some mulled wine and bread while Munthen and Cinneta explained to them what they were doing there , and what the healers and herbalists had said about Vralla . ' So , you see , ' said Cinneta , tearfully . ' We didn ' t think we ' d find the Mages Guild in Olenveld , but now that we have , please , you ' re our last hope . ' The five strangers also had tears in their eyes . Nette wept particularly noisily . ' Oh , you ' ve been through too , too much , ' the Nord woman bawled . ' Of course , we ' ll help . Your little girl will be right as rain . ' ' It is fair to tell you , ' said Jalmar , more stoically , though he clearly was also touched by the tale . ' This is a Guildhouse , but we are not Mages . We took this building because it was abandoned and it serves our purposes since the Exodus . We are Necromancers . ' ' Necromancers ? ' Cinneta quivered . How could these nice people be anything so horrible ? ' Yes , dear , ' Nette smiled , patting her hand . ' I know . We have a bad reputation , I ' m afraid . Never was very good , and now that well - meaning but foolish Archmagister Hannibal Traven - ' ' May the Worm King eat his soul ! ' cried the old man quite suddenly and very viciously . ' Now , now , Wynster , ' said the teenage girl Rosalyn , blushing and smiling at Cinneta apologetically . ' I ' m sorry about him . He ' s usually very sweet - natured . ' ' Well , of course , he ' s right , Mannimarco will have the last say in the matter , ' Jalmar said . ' But right now , it ' s all very , well , awkward . When Traven officially banned the art , we had to go into hiding . The only other option was to abandon it altogether , and that ' s just foolish , though there are many who have done it . ' ' Not many people know about Olenveld anymore since Tiber Septim used it as his own personal graveyard , ' said Lywel . ' Took us a week to find it again . But it ' s perfect for us . Lots of dead bodies , you know … ' ' Lywel ! ' Rosalyn admonished him . ' You ' re going to scare them ! ' ' Sorry , ' Lywel grinned sheepishly . ' I don ' t care what you do here , ' said Munthen sternly . ' I just want to know what you can do for my daughter . ' ' Well , ' said Jalmar with a shrug . ' I guess we can make it so she doesn ' t die and is never sick again . ' Cinneta gasped , ' Please ! We ' ll give you everything we have ! ' ' Nonsense , ' said Nette , picking up Vralla in her big , beefy arms . ' Oh , what a beautiful girl . Would you like to feel better , little sweetheart ? ' Vralla nodded , wearily . ' You stay here , ' Jalmar said . ' Rosalyn , I ' m sure we have something better than bread to offer these nice folks . ' Nette started to carry Vralla away , but Cinneta ran after her . ' Wait , I ' m coming too . ' ' Oh , I ' m sure you would , but it ' d ruin the spell , dear , ' Nette said . ' Don ' t worry about a thing . We ' ve done this dozens of times . ' Munthen puts his arms around his wife , and she relented . Rosalyn hurried off to the kitchen and brought some roast fowl and more mulled wine for them . They sat in silence and ate . Wynster shuddered suddenly . ' The little girl has died . ' ' Oh ! ' Cinneta gasped . ' What in Oblivion do you mean ? ! ' Munthen cried . ' Wynster , was that really necessary ? ' Lywel scowled at the old man , before turning to Munthen and Cinneta . ' She had to die . Necromancy is not about curing a disease , it ' s about resurrection , total regeneration , transforming the whole body , not just the parts that aren ' t working now . ' Munthen stood up , angrily . ' If those maniacs killed her - ' ' They didn ' t , ' Rosalyn snapped , her shy eyes now showing fire . ' Your daughter was on her last breath when she came in here , anyone could see that . I know that this is hard , horrible even , but I won ' t have you call that sweet couple who are only trying to help you , ' maniacs . Cinneta burst into tears , ' But she ' s going to live now ? Isn ' t she ? ' ' Oh yes , ' Lywel said , smiling broadly . ' Oh , thank you , thank you , ' Cinneta burst into tears . ' I don ' t know what we would have done - ' ' I know how you feel , ' said Rosalyn , patting Wynster ' s hand fondly . ' When I thought we were going to lose him , I was willing to do anything , just like you . ' Cinneta smiled . ' How old is your father ? ' ' My son , ' Rosalyn corrected her . ' He ' s six . ' From the other room came the sound of tiny footsteps . ' Vralla , go give your parents a big hug , ' said Jalmar . Munthen and Cinneta turned , and the screaming began .