Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150921165630/@comment-27783182-20151021160743

(Welp, since nobody got around to do their prologue.)

The ashes of Dunlammus were carried away with the wind out of Aenverium's pocket. Day after day, they would fly and follow every traveler that passed through them. The ashes left the skull behind in the ruins of Winterhold, until it was pushed away into the water and carried into the ocean.

The ashes followed the skull through all of Tamriel. From High Rock to Hammerfell, from Alinor to Valenwood. However, the skull washed up in a beach near the Imperial City, and the ashes stopped flying, and landed alongside the vampire's skull. A mysterious elf grabbed the skull and smiled.

"Oh, Silvoth..." The elf sighed. "How did you become such a wicked creature? You were a vanquisher of evil, but now..."

"Reduced to this..."

The elf took off his hood, revealing his Falmer nature, and looked towards the sea. He grabbed a small pouch, grabbed the ashes and stored them away.

"One day, my friend... the Balryn shall rise once again."

(RIP)