Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170725043749/@comment-5583506-20170729025525

After the meeting in the war room, Catryn found herself a place of solitude on the balcony where she could gaze out over the ocean and count the ships she saw leaving the island. She wondered just which one of them were carrying Tyrus back to Tamriel's mainland.

Banshee nudged her head towards Catryn's cheek. "Looks like we are staying here, you little runt", she said, still wondering if that was the best idea.

She had thousands of supporters out there; in every alleyway and in the wilderness. What good was she to them if she was stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere? She wondered if it hadn't been for the better that she had gone instead of Tyrus.

Shanks found himself back in their chambers, sitting down on a chair.

"So what did you see this time, cat?" Torbjorn asked as he grinded the axe.

"Pardon?"

"In your visions? You were gone during our entire journey here from the moment those pirates captured us, remember?"

Shanks furrowed his brows. "Shanks thought that was just a part of his dream. Such a strange dream. Very strange. More like a nightmare really. This one dreamt... about moving shadows in the dark. About a cult. This one dreamt about Edwin being in danger." The Khajiit sat up curiously. "Where is Edwin by the way? Shanks has not seen the man since the..."

Torbjorn ceased his grinding. "He is dead, Shanks."

The Khajiit seemed distraught upon hearing the news. "Dead."

"Looks like your vision beat you to it with mere moments."