Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131213224841/@comment-3293219-20131218214256

Corelas had one thing on his mind now, Red Mountain...

He walked through the forest, he no longer had any intention of going to Cheydinhal.

Corelas!  A voice thundered inside his head, he reached up and touched his temple, it felt like a bad migrane.

''I wish to give you a place at my side. I now understand the Thalmor are all that exist in the perfect image. I have thousands of men. Join me or die!''

Corelas felt his rage bubble to the surface, ''Thalmor? Perfect image? They're but a shadow of their former selves! When this is over, I'll never wear this organised rapists uniform again!''