Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140817142759/@comment-18750685-20140818214021

Once outside the adventurers' sight, Saren franatically initiated a long climb atop a neaby rocky mountain, eventually reaching its Snowy peak. The Dunmer stood up, panting loudly. His muscles hurt, his breath ran and his heart bordered implosion -- a permanent reminder of Death nearing him. If Azura offered him 50 more years, Saren could die happily, knowing he lived to call himself an stubborn old Dunmer.

Once his lungs found their way through cold winds and icy nib, the two centuries-old war veteran stood straight and inhaled deeply through his now-restored nostrils. The chill stabbed his lungs, forcing a dry cough.

''Worth it, though. If I'm to die anywhere in this world... it is here.'' Spoke the elderly Mer as he faced towards the White-Gold Tower.