Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-24123288-20140209091020

(There, I promised folks a pie on Veneficus and his current escape from the city, and here it is!)

--A LITTLE EARLIER—



Veneficus was in his office with a visitor this time. Well. Not really a visitor, just an old friend.

“Do you remember being a member of the Thalmor Corelas?”

The Altmer shook his head, eyes suggesting that, somewhere in his trapped mind, he did.

Veneficus sighed and stuffed his notes back into his robes, not wanting to tire Corelas out any further.

“Alright,” he said with a tired smile. “Let’s go for our weekly walk then.”

Corelas nodded and shakily stood up on his own. He had made some progress since remembering his wife’s name, and could almost walk unaided once again.

The Old Imperial felt a sense of pride as he watched Corelas shuffle to the door.

''He hasn’t made progress like this since he rediscovered his healing a few years ago. Everyone he knew would be proud of him. I’m sure those two would have visited him often, if they were still alive… ''

He sighed and followed the Altmer out of the undercroft, just in time to hear a loud bang go off and see the city be bathed in a red light.

''What on Arkay!? Corelas! ''

The Altmer stood, frozen, his gaze fixed out the window at the red light, he started to shake as a mage burst in through the doors.

“The Empire! The Empire is coming to reclaim the city! Keep the injured you have in your care, safe Priest!”

“Of course I will!” Veneficus snapped, a little ruder than he had intended since he was more focused on calming the Altmer down.

“Corelas? Corelas!”

<p class="MsoNormal">He grabbed the Altmer by the elbows and shook him slightly, the glow still permeating through the windows and bathing everything in an eerie red light, making everything appear gaunter than usual.

<p class="MsoNormal">“R-r-red M-m-mountain!” Corelas stammered, shaking violently.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Is he remembering the battle with Vidron? ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“E-e-eilo! Why are you pointing that sword at me!”

<p class="MsoNormal">No. 

<p class="MsoNormal">Corelas continued to shake, tears falling from his eyes, before once more, he lost focus and stopped, giving Veneficus an odd look. It was confusion mixed with sadness and terror.

<p class="MsoNormal">The old man’s heart wept for his friend.

<p class="MsoNormal">“C’mon, it isn’t safe here anymore Corelas. We have to get everyone out of here. Quickly!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Veneficus sighed and returned to the undercroft, dragging Corelas along with him. They stopped by his office.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait here.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Corelas nodded slowly, placing a hand on the wall to keep him steady.

<p class="MsoNormal">Veneficus vanished into the hall of the dead for a few minutes and returned shortly after, this time being followed by all the citizens of Cheydinhal who had got hurt in the mages liberation of his city.

<p class="MsoNormal">''I hate to have to resort to this… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">The old man sighed and pulled open the door to his office before instructing two residents to move his bookcase aside. There was a small hole in the wall that lead to a passage big enough for even that giant Nord from before to stand in.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You all go first. This will keep us all safe! We’ll get you back to your homes as soon as the fighting has stopped!” He commanded, being reminded of his youth, before he was a priest…

<p class="MsoNormal">''Petra, Mikasa, Nepht… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Stay safe. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">And with that, the scared and injured citizens of Cheydinhal crowded into the passage, eager to avoid the conflict. Everyone filed along in single file, looking around scared when the bombs destroyed the barrier protecting them. Dust fell and landed on every surface from the sheer strength of them.

<p class="MsoNormal">Veneficus sighed as he took up the rear, ready to take down any who followed them. They never heard the gunshots.