Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140112004028/@comment-24142725-20140115214705

Every major city on Summerset was sacked in moments. There was nothing the Guards of the Aldmeri Dominion could do. The ships were to high up for any magic to be precise or Arrows to reach it. They were helpless. And looked and felt in horror as the cities fell. Along with it's great elven achitecture. Towers crumbled and fell down on the citizens below. Giant fires spread over the land's vast forests and towns as an after effect of the immense heat of the Blue light 'bombs'.

Screaming could be heard from all over the islands. The Altmer always had a magical bond with their Homeland, now that the land had been destroyed they felt then pain, even if they weren't even on the island.

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On the ships it was all pretty silent. All the crew could see if they looked down were gaint explosions without any noise. A soft wind blew across. And it could be described as peacfull, high up in the clouds.

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Down below however the last bombs had been dropped. or so it seemed. The only thing that remained was mass confusion. Was the high king alive? nobody knew. Where were the soldiers? nowhere to be found. The only thing the Summerset Isles now had was Burning. Burning red sky and ruins. Most of it's population went up in smoke and the ones who survived were either in shock or badly burned.