Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140121230830/@comment-10197675-20140124181938

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And with that Markloon stood back up, he lay Aeadralus in a small rottern boat nearby, he set it alight and pushed her outwards into the ocean, Markloon wathched the boat gently burn as black flames arised from the boat, he lifted his hood back up and over the horns on his helmet, rage filled his face, as he picked his Warhammer back up and put it on his back, he then jumped into the third and final boat and started to head North towards the Red Mountain... )

Meanwhile...

Markloon rowed across towards Vvardenfell with all the might he had left, fueled from rage and sorrow he rowed onwards, only with one task in hand, to deplete Vidrons Magnamen for good. Markloon watched the shoreline gradually near, as his small boat split through the water rapidly, as he neared the shore Markloon quickly jumped out of the boat abandoning it just of shore, he then forced himself through the shallow cool water towards land. Ahead of him in the far distance Markloon could make out the top of the Red Mountain standing high above the clouds surrounding it. The embers of Aeadralus's silent sceams still arayed within Markloon's head, Markloon now deeply regreted what he had done. Markloon made his way out of the murky waters and immediatly started to sprint North towards the Red Mountain, his breaths were fluent and fast as his pace started to quickly increase, more and more smoke poutherd out of the Mountain and Markloon knew that by the second more and more Magnamen hatched. Markloon then came to a holt, he looked back seeing Vivec to the East, he then looked forward and saw Balmora to his left. He knew that Ald'ruhn lay ahead Norht West, so that is therefore where he aheaded, as he started to sprint of once more...

In the Meantime South of Markloon and the Red Mountain...

Yargon sat up and brought his hand up to his face, as he rubbed the back of his hand against his nose he felt a slight pain, he then brought his hand away and saw blood dripping down from it. Yargon then slowly got up with the red stuff still rolling down from the cuts around his head and from his nose. He looked to the ground seeing the headless body of the Dark leader, a pool of blood surrounded him and the odd twitch still quivered through his leg. Yargon then reached down picking up Iceblade, he looked at the razor end of the blade from where it had snapped and then he sighed, he then put the blade in his holster on his back. Yargon still felt rather dizzy as he started to woddle forwards, his sense of direction had disapeared as he aimlessly started walking South limping every step of the way...