Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140609182608/@comment-25038310-20140612160638

Zandar aimed for the small book he lay on the table in his room at the inn. A fierce glow surrounded his left hand and he grabbed the object from a distance with Telekinesis, his newly learned alteration spell. He pulled it slowly to him, but the book ended up on the griund halfway to him. He grumbled. He trained hours and hours but still couldn't quite get the hang of Alteration spells like this. He went downstairs to the inn and ate some venison and potatoes with chopped carrots. He heard the inn keeper talking to an Imperial at a table.

"Fox people! I'm telling you! They sacked Leyawinn a short while ago! Lilmothiid they call themselves, I think. There's probably whole packs of them! " "

Zandar continued eating while carefully listening to the conversation.

''It's the prophecy that's come true, I say! After all this, it still happened! What are we going to do?!''

Zandar sighed abit. Panic's breaking out, and the people aren't feeling safe behind the Imperial walls.

Zandar worried abit about his family who recently moved to central Elsweyr. Sadly he couldn't go there yet, since he's not done in Cyrodiil.

He went to the Arcane University and started studying more about Alteration.