Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-5583506-20141020212510

"No! No! NO!" exclaimed Myling as she reached a couple of cliffs overlooking Winterhold's coast.

Or at least that which used to be Winterhold's coast. The College was gone and so was the town. There was nothing left, but a solid view over the Sea of Ghosts.

''Justly named... ''she thought as she sank to her knees. The mages had been her only hope and salvation. She couldn't possibly fight or escape the Umbramancer herself, not alone. But maybe that was her fate? Perhaps her chase for life was just an illusion, a dead end, when her fate had already been marked by the darkest of shadows.

She peered over her shoulder as she could feel something menacing approaching, like a storm of fury. She got up on unsteady legs and tottled her way along the cliffs, running from the being which had haunted her for over five hundred years, demanding her soul.

And then she kept running...