Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-29458028-20140928110155

"Well, suit yourself. There is much of me that you don't know and shouldn't know. For example the number of pivotal roles I played in history, to pave the way for the Thalmor future" said Levithiel, who continued "you have snuffed out no future lives. The future is already changed, they would have never existed anyway."

(Maybe Levithiel is wrong?)

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(Back to the future, people!)

Francois could feel the electrical remnants of his memory, clouding up, breaking down, tearing to shreds. He wanted to return to his time, to his home. The anger was killing him, so was the realisation that he could love again, that he was not the automaton Hermaeus Mora set him out to be.

Francois stared into his inner power, into the depths of his soul. He called upon the time powers he was gifted with, saying "I don't care if I live or die! Send me home!"

By pure chance, he grabbed Claire's hand, before a silvery portal suckked him through the space and time.

Francois fell out on the rooftop of a partially destroyed tenement. An orbital laser from the sky tore a neighbouring building apart. His tablet instantly picked up signals, telling him he was in the Summerset Isles. The demise of the 5th Aldmeri Dominion. So, it has started...

Levithiel seemed to freeze, before he said "A disruption in the fabric, the power is great. The temporal coordinates of everyone has changed.