Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20151031193522/@comment-5583506-20151031221301

As Myling opened the door and headed out she was met by a familiar location.

''Cheydinhal? ''she thought to herself.

But it was not Cheydinhal. Not really. It was just an obscene imitation of the Cyrodiilic city. Over her head a starry sky loomed, ever shifting in black and red. The ground was that of ashes and scorched stone. The buildings around her all looked as if they had deteriorated for centuries.

She had been in Cheydinhal some time before in her unlife. She remembered the city fairly well, but from what she could see of this demonic reflection of the location, there was a couple of distinguishable details that were truly amiss.

Where the shimmering castle used to stand, it was now replaced with a grand and grotesque arena...

"I am gonna need to come up with a new plan", she mumbled, her voice muffled through her scarf.