Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-27783182-20140201182619

In the depths of a ruin in the border between Black Marsh and Morrowind, an ancient machine was asleep. This machine was creating Aetherium around it while it was asleep. Robotic Aetherium veins were flowing through his body and arms, forming the Aetherium.

A group of adventurers were delving into the crypt. Their leader, Kills-Many-Dragons, who was searching for remains of his fallen comrades from the war, saw a blue glow.

"This way!" Kills-Many-Dragons said. "I bet that there's something here!"

Kills-Many-Dragons wasn't that old at that year. When he fought on the battle, he was only 25. Today, he is 35.

(if you want, psycho, you can put your old general in this search :P by the way, i've found a way of seeing new posts, that is restarting the computer. it'll take a while to post, but it's worth it :P)