Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140624141326/@comment-25028213-20140630202037

Tarim-ja continued climbing up the wall until he reached the top. He slowly climbed onto the dragon's back as it was being distracted. Very slowly and carefully, he reach the neck of the dragon. Pain shot through his hands as his body suddenly reacted to the intense heat transfered to them from the dragon. Holding up his hand, his already ripped gloves were singed, revealing his strong Elven fingers with nails as sharp as claws. He took the dagger out of his mouth and raised it high enough to hopefully kill the dragon in one thrust. However, that's when the dragon felt him on his back.

Tari clung, basically hugging the dragon's neck as it tossed its head from side to side. It suddenly began to flap its wings and took off from the roof of the tower. He hung on as tight as he could as it flew across the red landscape and between the towers, turning and twirling, trying to get Tarim-ja off its back.

As Tari found himself ducking out of the way of the buildings (and almost throwing up due to the immense speed and his own minor motion sickness), he looked up once as they passed the main tower and noticed a large stone at the very top, glowing red, brimming with power, with many Daedroth soldiers protecting it. Tari recognised it from one of the many book he'd read about Oblivion. 'That must be the Sigil Stone' he thought, 'and that must be the Sigil Keep' as he scanned the tower.

Lost in his own word, Tari wasn't got a shock when the dragon crashed into the base of the tower he'd already been in with its wings. As the tower began to crumble, Tarim could only think of the rest of the expedition members inside. "I hope they'll be okay" he said as he continued clutching on for dear life.