Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-24142725-20131230023336

After the damaged had been assessed the pose of Cheydinal arrived at the crash site.

"Well whatever it was, it will fly no more" One of the guardsmen stated.

"So what now?" an other one asked

"Hold on let me check this out" Beauman quickly replied.

he scuffled through the wreckage.

"This ship must've had a main core engine, help me look for it"

the guardsmen just looked at him. Beauman noticed they didn't get what he meant.

"sigh... the errr thing that makes it flying"

a sarcastic "oh" could be heard from the group

"Well did you see that explosion?" Borus added.

"Whatever it is what you are looking for it must've been ripped too pieces"

"Well I thought that too when I first saw the ship explode, but looking at how it was built... You see this" he pointed at the wooden panels that once made up the ship's deck.

"completely burned to a crisp, but these..." now he pointed at dwemer metal. are for the most part fully intact.

"So, I was thinking that whatever caused the blast didn't itself... well exploded. It might have been under a powerfull Alteration spell that protected it from harms way. heh, well i'll get back on that when i've done some reseach"

"Sir!" A guardsmen shouted.

"Look over here there's someone under the rubble"

Borus quicky moved over to the guardsman's position.

"Sweet Arkey... Hey Vilius! Cypentius! help me get this man from under this pile of junk"

And with the joined help of the other two imperial guardsmen, Borus freed the man from under the rubble.

"oh gods..." a cold shiver past over their spines. The man's face was completely burned. One eye had no more eyelids and was thus exposed and red like wine because of defect blood vessels in the eye. His cheeks were now extremely gaunt because of the burned flesh and his teeth where still protected from a thin piece of flesh. The wounds were far too deep for ANY restoration spell to clear the damage (consequences of blowing your own ship up).

"He's still breathing!" Vilius noticed

Poor fellow, I can't even recognise if he's men or mer... His ears are... well Borus snapped out of his train of thought. "Eh yes! right! em... you take this man to the chapel in Cheydinal immidiatly, he needs aid and fast!"

"yessir" Vilius replied and settled the body over his horse and rode of.

"what was that about?" beauman was too busy to have noticed the discovery of the assumed pilot.

"We found a body of whomever was controlling this... contraption"

"What did he look like?!" beauman quickly asked

"eh that's the thing, he is badly burned, we couldn't really see who or 'what' he was."

"let me see him!"

"The man was badly burned! he needed immidiate healing. Vilius has taken him to the chapel"

The breton looked a bit annoyed

"oh well, see that he doesn't escape! I have a theory..."

He quickly stopped his sentence as he had found what he was looking for

"here it is! haha!" he dansed around in glee.

"What is?" Borus didn't quite follow.

"The core!"

A gold looking metal cillinder about the same length as a claymore and as wide as your average barrel. it had little cracks n them. though those a thin blue light freed itself. It buzzed and made a strange throbbing noise.

Beauman managed to blow away the debris that hid the cillinder with a simple spell and then grabbed it. The buzz went through his body and gave him a sense of power.

Borus held the handle of his sheathed weapon thighter.

"sweet... Arkey"

Beauman looked at him

"With this, we could create gods..."

-meanwhile-

Vilius arrived at Cheydinal with Amdzel's body

-(to bed now)-