Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170115015652/@comment-26446054-20170205012319

 A cloak of ash and sand filled the once great halls of where the Tribunal had met and Houses held their voices- a seat of control now occupied by skeletons crushed beneath their own neglected armour. Banners were either blank from age or had rotted away years ago.

 The young Telvanni and Daedric worshipper, Faramayn, found himself clutching his hood to try and alleviate the fury of the elements coming his way, though his clothes rippled helplessly in the wake of nature.

Concern was not required for long. In the distance, structures spiralling out of the fallen moon were barely visible to the one carrying his bag of study through this waste. It was a sign of power out here, hope for allies of the noble elven house and a declaration to any foes who doubted their power (should they be aware anyone survived Red Mountain).

Striding confidently, Faramayn trudged for some time across the rough terrain, surprisingly unharassed by any beasts of the Isles. With this uneventful journey came his entry to the quarters of his fellows; an imposing, dark wooden door.

Stepping inside, he spotted the House's second most powerful mage, Darikir Iyaseth, in a fast walk towards a portal to the upper chambers, situated for research and meeting of the House's authority.

"Do you intend to meet the Archmagister, muthsera?"

Though not appearing to be taken by surprise, the mage turned to Faramayn with a raised eyebrow above an eye clouded by experience.

"Perhaps. A concern pressing you, spellwright?"

"I believe I have made a breakthrough on our Dwemer work, I wish to show-"

"Endusal was stripped bare. There is no more to be found."

"But I have found something!"

"More than the others?"

"If I could discuss with the Archmagister."

"I may pass on a message."

"Magister, I did not mean any disrespect. I apologise for my hastiness, yet, I do believe talking to our House's leader would be beneficial for recent research."

Darikir processed this, resting his bony hands together.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"If this incurs his wrath, your head shall bear the consequence," he smiled and allowed Faramayn to (now rather unsteadily) follow him, the pair soon reaching a lone balcony on the second floor of the rock.