Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-5543592-20140920203650

The cart was approaching the Thalmor camp. It was oddly deserted, like the entire army had gotten up and left in the middle of whatever they were doing. Their were few lesser Daedra walking around, Scamps and such, but the bulk was gone. Either they decided they no longer needed the camp or they would returning very soon. In the distance the group could see a Daedroth had been sent at the Ex-Wife and was tearing into it, slowly pulling bits off of the machine's armored hide. Almost nothing stood in between the group and the Oblivion Gate, except for maybe one or two Scamps.

"Where are our weapons?" Hissed Emrey into his captive's ear.

"That tent, over there!" The elf frantically pointed at a shallow tent that looked like it was used for storing little else than potatos.

It was almost too easy. Emrey was absolutely certain that the secret to the Thalmor's weapons and armor was inside the Oblivion Gate. Then why had they left it so poorly guarded?