Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200201220132/@comment-5543592-20200203161023

Nyasia rode out front, looking forwards.

Alvoran said he didn't understand, and in a way it was too chaotic to lay the blame at any one pair of feet, but Nyasia could trace a line through it. The wars were the cause of all this. And the cause of them were the Daedra and the cause of the Daedra's renewed interest was the Darkest Night whose cause was a vampire whose cause was a Daedra.

So in a way it was entirely cyclical. Bad things happened because there were bad people and the world fell into chaos because it was chaotic. What little order people made was like a mound of sand, standing in a river. Grain by grain it was eroded away, until the water rose too high and swept the whole thing away in a single moment.

The world loved to pull the rug out from underneath your feet right when you'd thought you'd found your footing. Nothing was ever sure. Nyasia knew that know. Any and all security was an illusion. An illusion that could be shattered by anyone, at any moment. The river only needed little momentum to overcome the bank.

But that made it all the more important to work with all one had to hold everything together.