Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140525223412/@comment-5735114-20140528212259

Tyranil had spend the better part of a day flying over Cyrodiil casually, looking down at what had changed in the past ten years. The air quality, certainly. Now, everywhere felt like Morrowind. As anger was his only option, Tyranil felt anger at the defilement of Cyrodiil by the odd structures that frequently dotted the ground below and the dark smoke which poured out of them, inhibiting his flying and the past beauty of the Imperial province.

Seeing that he wasn't going to get anything done the way he was doing it, as there seemed to be little left in terms of group wanderers like he suspected the Companionship would remain, Tyranil descended, flying forward slowly just over the ground with his wings, in the middle of the road. It wasn't long before he heard a curious noise. Squinting to see what it could be, as it sounded as though it were coming from a distance, some kind of black contraption came rolling down the road. When the Imperial within saw Tyranil, a loud blaring noise came from the front of the contraption, and as it continued barrelling forwards, Tyranil glided out of its way.

Looking back, Tyranil saw that the contraption was, too, a source of the black smoke. He didn't like what had happened to Cyrodiil during his absence. Shaking his head in anger, Tyranil continued his nonchalant floating in the hope of blindly stumbling upon the surviving Companionship, through he did so on the side of the road.

The driver of the car, continuing his drive west, wondered what kind of creature it was that had floated above the road. The wings would indicate some kind of bird, though it almost looked humanoid. He decided he'd tell the authorities when he got to the next city he came to.