Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191114020701/@comment-25828117-20191118072538

Meanwhile in Oblivion.

Coldharbour was a machine of war. The souls of the damned forced to advance contraptions that forged weaponry on an industrial scale. Their moans heard not by man or woman who could pity them, under the lashes they received from the overseers of production.

Molag Bal was preparing for war. His agents on Nirn, the corrupted souls he had violated had gathered intel wherever they could get, their individiual will taken from them, minds raped with thoughts not of their own.

After the lesser Daedric Princes were done playing for scraps in their meaningless skirmishes here and there, he would bring down the forces of Coldharbour on a weakened Nirn. Not since the Planemeld of the second era had he planned such a grand operation. And he was certain that Mehrunes Dagon was doing the same.

The lord of despair smiled a wicked grin.

It had been ages since they had fought...

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1st of Sun's Dusk 

A few days had passed since the return of Helian and their departure from Cloudrest. Right now the covenant was travelling the main road, with little need to stray away from villages and settlements now that they possessed a genuine Golden Eagle signature, given by canonreeve Adameldis.

By now they had been travelling together for three months and the summer was well and truly over. While the weather was almost always pleasant in Summerset, the autumn had come. Orange and red leaves covered the paved roads and birds that migrated from the mainland to the warm island could be heard, bringing a piece of home with them as they sang their familiar songs.

Lysilde remained silent as they rode, they were making good ground and she didn't want the pace to be lost.

Helian meanwhile tried to read a book whole riding, it was harder than he thought, but not harder than riding a gryphon he kept telling himself.

Midnight was being dark and mysterious.