Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-10197675-20141014210722

Meanwhile within Avanchnzel…

Mautarn collapsed to the ground either unconscious, or drained of energy…

The Redguard awoke, and what he saw astonished him, because as far as the eye could see, the Redguard could perceive a wide range Dwemer buildings and technologies that seemed to control the land scape. Large buildings side by side dominating the land and sky, small Mer were straying from building to building, one carried a Dwarven Chest Plate, and another carried some type of Dwarven jewelery, whilst the next one started to lift a large Dwarven Battle-axe. What the Redguard could see was a whole environment of different Dwemer living within a broad and unknown kingdom, and how the Redguard had gotten here, bemused him as this place seemed to be extremely unreal. Maybe it was just an illusion, but Mautarn was curtain it wasn’t, as every part seemed actual.

The old Redguard started to slowly walk through the golden streets, chuckling to himself, as confused Dwemer walked past him. He felt almost ghostly, as each Dwemer almost feared the strange figure straying past them, as he seemed alien.

Mautarn then saw Small Mer in full Dwarven sets of armor appear from in front and behind him, each held a strange Dwarven staff, with a red glowing tip. They pointed their staffs at the Redguard, obviously suspicious of him.

The Redguard spoke, “I bring no harm… only greeting.”

The Guards carefully moved closer to the old man, one spoke.

“You will follow us to our Lord, invader.”

Mautarn replied hastily, with a slight chuckle, “I am not intending invasion...”

The Dwemer quickly interrupted, “Silence, upon Masrumder’s right, you now must remain soundless, or your soul shall be diminished.”

The Redguard decided not to answer back this time, as it could cost him his ‘soul’, so forth the small patrol of Dwemer guards escorted the tall Redguard to their Lord…