Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140209200651/@comment-5543592-20140212213322

(Just going to post this as the time skip, so we can speed things along when more people come)

The group eventually reached the Temple of the Ancestor Moths, a small settlement that sat on a shallow hill close to the northeast Cryodiil-Skyrim border. Of the three simple buildings of the monastery, the church, catacombs, and cells, were all bustling with life. There were dozens of people milling around, with camps set up all around the previously quiet monastery.

A priest was standing at the foot of the hill. He was clothed in white robes and white sandles and had an Akaviri Dai-kantana strapped to his back.

"You'd do better if you move on.  I'm sorry but we have no more room for refugees."

Emrey furrowed his brow, confused and frustrated, "I go where I want."

Priest shook his head, "I'm not telling you to leave, but we've been accepting you Imperial City refugees for days.  There is simple no more room left."

Emrey nodded, understanding, "Oh.  We'll only be here an hour before we depart, we won't trouble for long."

Priest nodded, "Thank you.  Good luck and Talos be with you." He diverted his attention from the adventurers to another cloud of refugees in the distance.

Emrey lead the group past the priest and up the hill towards the busling monastery. "Something tells me that everyone here is well aware of Fernar's coup d'etat.  Let's ask around, see what information we can find."

The former Tribune was deeply troubled. This was all his fault.

"I'll just be inside the church.  If anyone learns something come tell me." He said in a hallow voice, an unintentional slip of his usually steely guard. He walked slowly off in the direction of the church.