Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131208215432/@comment-24280666-20131212213141

Ferrin lay dazed as the earth moved around him. He saw it before him. A beauty unlike any other. The Mijae court! Ferrin glanced around him. Where were the elves of the Niisban? The elves of the Pursniir? Ferrin looked around getting more worried each second. How long had it been since he had returned? A couple hundred years maybe. Was the court closed? Couldn't be! The waters of Mijae still flowed. He knew this. Otherwise, how would the Mages of Skyrim get their Magicka. An attempt at standing up reminded Ferrin that he was very wounded. He looked at the fountain and  the waters flowing beautifully and making the sweetest sound in the world. The sound of Magicka. Ferrin realized that without this water he would most certainly perish. Ferrin crawled over to the fountain and pulled himself up and over the ledge. He landed straight in the Heart of Mijae. Even touching this water was punishable by death. However, Ferrin had decided that since no-one was even here, he would risk it. He felt the surge of Magicka course through his body and he stood up. He looked at the places where he had been wounded. Nothing. Perhaps the magic arrows had also dissolved into the Mijae water? Ferrin began to cast a homing spell to see where his friends had gone. He locked in on their location and began to use the waters of the Mijae to cast a teleportation spell. As the teleportation neared completeness, he wondered if he would ever find out the mystery behind the death of the Mijae court. Perhaps he did not want to know today. Perhaps he never wanted to know what had happened to his people. To his wife. To his children.

(sorry so lengthy)