Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-11457306-20140702014058

(It seems like an eternity.)

Saga continued on up the mineshaft, head bent as she concentrated on pulling the heavy load. She was hungry and tired, but most of all she was worried. The vision had some meaning. She did not see visions without meaning. The part about the soldiers was easy--a battle in the rebellion of the Stormcloaks, without a doubt. That woman must have been in it, or played some part in it. She herself had been active in the war in her own way. It was why she was here. She had discovered her instructor was an Imperial spy. He was in the College to determine if the Stormcloaks were training battlemages there. She had been enraged and had thought of the most painful way she could kill him. Unfortunately she was discovered before he was completely burned up.

The tunnels...not mineshafts...maybe caverns? What significance did they hold? Running toward a glowing light could mean escape...her heart fluttered. Impossible. But the bird trying to escape the cage...she shook her head. It was all such a jumble.

She lifted her head and saw the guards at the checkpoint ahead and schooled her delicate face into impassivity. She must find a way to connect with her kinsman again. Frightened or not, she had to know. Once a vision had her, she could not let it go, no matter how much she wished she could.