Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-24123288-20140207011746

(Guess it is a good job I just finished then eh? Behold its 1,116 word mediocrity! xD)

Mikasa exited the gates of Cheydinhal with a weary sigh. She didn’t know how to get to Red Mountain. All she knew from the maps Veneficus showed her was that the land of the Dunmer was eastwards.

''Just hold on Petra. A few more days and I’ll come to free you. ''

The sun was just beginning to set as she set off on the road. With a hung head and a heavy sigh Mikasa turned her back to it. She turned east and walked off the road almost immediately.

''Why do I have to walk there? If giving me these powers were so important, surely that Shadow could have just teleported me there… ''

The light from the rapidly sinking sun was lost between the thick forests almost immediately.

The Breton fell silent, turning North East, focusing only on walking for a few hours before she finally reached the lake just north of Cheydinhal. There she took her first rest of this journey and sat herself in front of those graves with her legs crossed.

“What would you two do in my situation?”

A crow cawed in the distance and the wind picked up as it rustled through the trees. The Breton shivered and looked around her. It was almost as if she could hear the laughing of two voices on the breeze.

''Just your imagination Mikasa… ''

“Were you like me at all? Willing to do anything to help your friend? Would you have accepted to learn strange magic?”

The crow from before cawed once.

Mikasa looked around her again, feeling like her questions had been answered. She stood up after her break and nodded to the graves.

“Sorry I don’t have any flowers tonight. Stay safe you two…” The Breton whispered, walking away as she resumed her journey to the east.

After a couple more hours, Mikasa had reached the wall that the Mede Empire had erected between the border of Cyrodiil and Morrowind. She was worried about this, as magi trying to pass into Morrowind were now cut down by the guards.

''I’ll just say I have business to attend to for a book. A book on the…Dwemer! ''

“Halt there Breton!” A very Dunmeri voice shouted down at her from the wall.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Maybe I won’t have to lie after all… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“What business do you have here!? Trying to enter Morrowind as a spy huh!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasa shook her head and walked forward, raising her hands and enveloping them in fire as she did so.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No! I seek refuge from the Mede Empire! I wish to live my life in Balmora and aid you in any way I can!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer stepped out of the shadow of the wall, her hair falling to her shoulders.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Prove it. Mikasa.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“How!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Answer me this. What do you think of the Mede Empire?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I think it is a pile of shit. I resent the fact that the creator of Beaumanic energy lived in the city I grew up in!” Mikasa shouted, the flames growing larger as they covered her lower arms, spreading further up her body the angrier she got.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I want to find a way to stop this relentless march of technology and return Tamriel to what it was!”

<p class="MsoNormal">''I want to save my friend… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer smiled, seemingly satisfied with the Bretons answer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Very well Mikasa. You may pass through. May you find safety in the lands within Serjo.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasa nodded and passed through the wall, stopping to look at the Dunmer before she entered Morrowind.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thanks..” She muttered to the Dark Elf.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer merely smiled, her back facing the Breton.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Be warned however Mikasa. Shadows are not to be messed with.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasa sighed and passed through into Morrowind.

<p class="MsoNormal">She pushed the Dunmers words to the back of her mind as she gazed upon the landscape, her mouth hanging open.

<p class="MsoNormal">It had taken her the entire night, the sun was just beginning its ascent over the horizon. The land was an odd mixture of grey and brown. Everything looked like it was covered in snow.

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s not snow though Mikasa…she thought to herself as she began her descent on the slopes of the Velothi Mountains. She had to shield her eyes from the sun and turned her head slightly to the North where her destination lay in wait.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Red Mountain… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Feeling her determination to save Petra grow ever stronger, Mikasa picked up her pace and broke into a sprint as the sun was now fully free from the shackles of the eastern horizon.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Petra! I will save you from that Argonian! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">After a few hours of running and a few more of swimming, Mikasa staggered into Balmora, panting and sweating heavily. She rested amongst the recently rebuilt buildings of the city, looking up at the mountain.

<p class="MsoNormal">''I’ll climb it! I..I have..t..to.. ''She thought between gasps of breath.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Sun had started to set again, yet a few birds were still singing their song.

<p class="MsoNormal">''How annoying… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">With a great deal of effort, Mikasa set off on the road again, this time heading directly north at a brisk walk. The silhouette of the mountain growing larger with every step she took.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Shadows are not evil…I won’t use them for nefarious purposes! I will use them to save my friend! To protect people! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Her face practically shone with determination as she continued trudging up the small dirt road.

<p class="MsoNormal">''It’s like a sword or any form of magic. When in the wrong hands, it can be considered evil or corrupt. But in mine, they will be helpful. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Just another weapon for me to use to protect everybody. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasa coughed as the ash began to fall from the sky. She blinked the flakes from her eyes and noticed the mountain was closer than ever.

<p class="MsoNormal">I’ve been so absorbed in thought; I’m surprised I haven’t gotten lost!

<p class="MsoNormal">It was the middle of the night when she reached the base of the mountain. The ash fell heavier than ever but by now, Mikasa was used to it.

<p class="MsoNormal">She hitched her satchel further up her shoulder and quickly drew her sword from its sheath on the right hand side of her waist, it would shine in the moonlight if it wasn’t obscured by the constant spew of smoke coming from the mountain. She raised her free hand and charged up a lightning bolt. Mikasa was being cautious just in case the shadows had set a trap for her.

<p class="MsoNormal">With a deep breath, she shouted at the top of her lungs, instantly giving up the element of surprise. But she wasn’t here to fight.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright shadows! I’m here and ready to accept your magic! Show me where I need to go!”

<p class="MsoNormal">She was here to learn.