Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-24685738-20141004012305

Elana lay still, her dreams wandering far and wide. Though, just for a moment, she thought she saw a woman's face, before that flickered away... She delved back into the land of dreams, before the woman's face reappeared. It was an old, Dunmer woman, who was staring intently down at Elana. Somehow, the Dunmer princess still knew this was a dream. After all... She had been with Azarath, hadn't she?

Come to your home land... Come to the place of your mother's birth... The woman whispered, crooning softly to Elana in an old language as they communicated.

Her music became harsh, and cruel, and discordant, before the woman's eyes widened. A great pain entered Elana's head, and she wailed. Before you die!

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Elana shot up, panting softly, and stood up, leaving Azarath alone in the bed. She stared out the window, in the general direction of Morrowind, not even bothering to put on clothes.

And she stayed like that, for many hours, her eyes intently scanning the horizon.

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"Not... necessarily..." Kor chuckled. "Do you have... anything of his? Clothes... Blood... Fire?"