Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140717145533/@comment-3293219-20140720220026

The ship still wasn't high enough and both Agatha and Xervish were straining with effort, to keep the ship afloat. They couldn't put any more effort in, to keep themselves elevated...

Agatha gasped her legs and arms turned to jelly, as if she was actually lifting the airship, into the air.

''This... This isn't going to... We aren't going to be high enough...''

As the Witch began to despair, she suddenly felt the whole thing shake, like it had been caught and slowly lifted by another person, a fourth mage seemed to be joining in.

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A young Nord watched from the horizon, her hand slowly extended, trembling with effort as she helped lift the airship into the sky.

Marcia gasped, continuing to elevate the airship as it slowly rose above the city and higher into the sky.

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The airship was now above the tower but the explosion would still do damage to the city, even though four mages, two of which were arguably the most powerful mages in Tamriel were now working on getting it high into the sky, their efforts weren't enough to keep it afloat. It was then that they felt another shift as another mage, who's power almost matched Agatha's grabbed the ship out of the sky, using telekinesis and began to elevate it.

A small, purple, light could be seen, shimmering out of the arcane university...

The airship was now several hundred feet in the air and way out of the danger zone, Agatha heaved and collapsed to the floor in exhaustion as Xervish snatched her and ran off, heading to the edge of the ship, with the old Breton in his arms.

