Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629123924/@comment-5735114-20140702002249

Garvut had stayed down at the bottom of the mountain, like a guard dog, ever vigilant and ready to bash in the face of anything that moved. Unfortunately, not much moved, and snow didn’t have a face, so Garvut was left feeling rather bored after three days. Melting snow with a burst of flame kept him entertained for another day, but after that he was bored again.

On the fifth day, he’d had enough of the boredom, and he was getting rather hungry too. Turning around to face the mountain, Garvut thought about what he had meant to do for a second, and was about to turn back around when he remembered. Raising his fist, he pounded on the mountainside to get the attention of the mages at the top. However, just as he had started, the mages atop the mountain were looking at something else entirely.

Talsakr had noticed it first, and rapidly got everyone else’s attention. A bright blue sphere on the distant horizon hung somewhere over Morrowind. It was completely silent, and it was breathtaking. None of the mages had ever seen anything like it, and they just couldn’t help looking at it. It didn’t take long, however, for some of them to figure it out.

Eldoril and Anearil realized what it was almost at the same time. They looked to each other in their moment of realization, both of their faces horror-struck.

“H-how could t-they…” Anearil eventually managed to breath out, tears in her eyes.

Eldoril just solemnly shook his head.

Garvut turned to his left, and saw a bright blue circle somewhere in the distance. “Pretty,” he muttered under his breath.

Eventually, the rest of the mages realized what the sphere was, and as it died away, they all turned to look at each other, each clearly horrified. They all remained silent for a long moment, and the lack of Garvut’s pounding helped with that.

One Dunmer mage broke the silence. “What do we do now…?” he asked quietly, his voice wavering slightly.

All of them turned to look at Eldoril, who was trying hard to shove back his own emotions for the good of the group. For some reason, he was suddenly reminded of the Arch-Mage, and that only piled on to his existing grief. After taking a deep breath, he spoke.

“We are not safe here…”

Murmurs erupted amongst the group, spoken in hushed and panicked tones.

“We are not safe… anywhere. The Imperials… have s-sunk… to the level of mass-murder… and they are capable of it anywhere. W-we will… stay put here. They are un… unlikely to attack Skyrim.”

This did not appear to please the group, as the murmurs began again. Anearil began to sob quietly, realizing she might never get to see Morrowind, if this kept up. Suddenly, they all stopped as they felt a change in the air. It seemed that the Imperial weapon was powerful enough to change the weather everywhere.

This did not help the mages’ feelings at all, and they all sank into a silence of dread. What if this was not merely a weather change, but some plot to kill them all? Surely, the Imperials would not be below that as well.

“It is best…” spoke Eldoril eventually, “If we do not dwell on this. We should all get some rest.” He was fully aware nobody would sleep that night, but all the mages complied, and slowly shuffled over to their tents. Most of them were teary eyed, some still sobbing quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We’ll be fine…” whispered Eldoril, his voice wavering. “We-we’ll be just… fine…”