Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191120233230

(Sorry for not replying earlier, I've been a little under the weather.)

"Oh, you didn't like the bridge?" Elisiv asked as they trekked through it.

In the morning the bridge was quite busy. Not only were there movement of people coming in and out of the city but due to the size of the bridge it was home to quite a few makeshift shopping stalls and vendors that weren't allowed to sell their wares in the city market - either because there was no room for them or because they couldn't pay the fee to set up their stalls there.

Pretty busy road. Elisiv thought. She was unaware of the other entrance to the city so she figured that the activity was because the bridge was the only way inside. She eyed a few of the stalls, but nothing caught her attention.

The large city gates were open so the two women walked right on inside. They found themselves in the entrance square of the city, in the Stone Quarter. There were both residential buildings and businesses all around them.

The city of Vindhelm had a very cold feeling too it, even in the summer. The gray stone and the fact that there was little to no greenery in the city made it look almost like a tomb. Most of the color in the city was from the banners and signs hanging from the buildings.

It was quite a different city than the very rural-looking Drakefell with its wooden houses, numerous parks and spacious lawns. Still, every building in Vindhelm had a sense of grandure to it. They were all multiple stories high and packed together.

Yslenor didn't seem too bothered by the threat to the Arch-Curate's life. Even with your voice magic, you couldn't kill him.

"I get that it is upsetting, but you speak too freely as well." She let out a sigh. "I should've figured something like this would happen. You know nothing of our culture. To bring you to see the Arch-Curate without giving you thorough instructions was my mistake. I was careless."

She thought about Torvus' behavior.'' He was unusually upset at this half-breed. Was it just because he is half human, he seemed to bring that up a lot during the conversation.''

"You must forgive him. You see, the Arch-Curate is the oldest among us. He was alive even before the Atmorans first came to this province. He had to bear witness to all of our people's downfall at the hands of the humans. I had thought those wounds long healed, but I suppose not. Seeing someone like you in person must have reopened them." Yslenor muttered.

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Torvus stepped into the room. He had servants that did most of the menial tasks for him, but he never let them do this part. He undressed himself and let his clothes fall to the ground. He let himself down into the tub and soaked in the water for a good long while.

He looked down at this body and traced the scars as the memories came back to him.

''Rubble, fire, screaming, clashing steel, explosions and falling debris. He was running then through the city of Altanium.''

His body was tired as if he was feeling all the fatigue from back then.

''His magicka low, his stamina reaching its limit. Death all around him, but he wouldn't stop. To stop was to die. The shrine was close.''

His fingers reached the largest scar on his body, the one that was mirrored on his back.

''He was nearly there, to safety. That's when it hit him. The spear point ripped right through his flesh and he collapsed. He laid there until the man that threw it came to finish him off.''

He still felt the pain of that yank from the spearman as he removed his weapon from the elf's body. With the memories of the sacking over, he let himself relax a little in the bath. "I never forgot it. My body remembers everything. What those savages are capable of. It will not happen again, not here."