Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5583506-20150205192035

The steer of the ship lowered began to sink down into the sea of clouds. Beyond were the rooftops of Brightwall. Victorius had missed the sight of the city, although it frightened him to see it from this distance... and from above.

"We will make clear for docking soon", stated Wraith and wrapped the cape around him tight. "I will withdraw to my quarters for now, my dear Victorius. There are some things I need to attend to. Please do not enter."

The Imperial swallowed and nodded.

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The cabin was well-lit and comfortable.

Spared no expense, thought the rebel and shrugged, before becoming more serious. ''Maximilian DeRaque... That man is trouble. I will have to shoot him down from the skies in order to prevent a massacre. He has much to answer for... to Tamriel... and to me...''

The rebel sat by the chair in front of the desk and removed the helmet, letting a veil of golden blonde hair come out. Wraith looked into the mirror at the face staring back and covered the left eye, the green one, with the gauntlet.

"Is this truly a curse or a blessing?" the rebel mumbled. "Once I have payed those nobles in kindness for what they did to me... what they did to my family... I guess I will have to pay that witch as well for the spell she put on me as well as all the other noble children."

The rebel shrugged and lowered the hand from the green eye, observing its reflection in the mirror. "This mutation... this spell... this curse... Did you know something about it, Valkyrie?"