Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140816204332/@comment-27783182-20140826151714

Meanwhile, in Solitude...

The High King was looking over his city, along with his wife.

"I see my city in order, with my people peaceful without any havoc or chaos. That is how I like my city." He smiled.

He was about to sit in his throne when he heard an earthquake down in the city. He ran towards the balcony and saw a giant portal above the city. The skies darkened and a mysterious whispering sound was heard.

Suddenly, some kind of gas leaked from the portal. It was a purple gas, just like the Miasma. When it crashed into the city, the people fell asleep. Even the High King's royal servants. A black mist came from their bodies and Daedric words were whispered.

"Hekhemyoodtnehtgethekemroht..." They whispered.

It were the people's nightmares lurking from their dreams. The Cataclysm had begun.

The High King escaped the city, running into the marshes towards Morthal. He bumped into a courier by luck.

"Important delieveries to ma-"

"No time." The High King interrupted.

He quickly wrote a letter to the Frostfall Guild and fast as he could.

"Quickly. Send this to Commander Njall the Raven or anyone available. Even that Pyromaniac!"

The Courier ran towards Fort Frostfall as fast as he could, before the Miasma could take the High King.