Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-25828117-20191025010512

Lysilde at least got part of her strength back. She had little time for dilly-dallying now, for they had to be on their way now.

"We have to move. I fear those confrontations within the realms of Oblivion might have undone a great deal of the advantage we held in our quest." She sighed.

Damage had been done. How severely, she did not know. And she feared she might never know, until it was far too late. A group of people just flashed across several realms of Oblivion uninvited. Not every prince leaves their realms open for visitors and even if so, they were usually aware of those that entered.

Perhaps they had giant targets painted on their backs now. Targets only the Daedra and their followers on Nirn could see.