Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140606235802/@comment-24280666-20140609133700

"By the nine..." Ferrin said as four hundred years of grief and suffering poured into him. He saw old courts, families, the companions and much more. As the history of lives before Ferrin filled his head as well, Ferrin saw his own history was nothing compared to what his previous lives had experienced. His mind was filled with everything he had learned. He knew 'Ferrin' was nothing more than an Alias. And yet, with all of his previous lives, he liked this name better.

"Ella." Ferrin spoke differently, with a softer voice. "I have hindered you. I must apologize. And yet, a deal is a deal. I will leave." Ferrin looked up at the sky, raised his hands and took off into the air. He propelled himself with flames, heading towards Morrowind, to aid the magi.