Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170811001656/@comment-5583506-20170826014832

"Words from a hero matters little to us, young one", said an Altmer representative. "What we want are results."

The Guildmaster nodded to the graduates to take their seats, they'd be here for quite some time. Judging by his expression he would have rather not have been here at all, but then again it was hard to tell. The Guildmaster always had a frown on his furrowed face as if he constantly disdained the very enviroment around him.

"So who are all of these newcomers then?" a Breton woman asked, the representative of High Rock. "Care to introduce yourselves?"

Ylva reluctantly took her seat, glaring upon these spokespersons with contempt. She didn't like authoritarian figures and politics. It made her anxious, and her anxiety often led to anger.

"Wrathwolf", she said, trying her hardest to hide her spite.

"Countess", Bethany said calmly.

There only seemed to be one hero possessing the power of flight and with an ability capable of causing the damage done to Volkihar Prison. And that was Arclight. He was capable of projecting and concentrating fire, bending it to whichever shape he preferred and to any temperature he wished. He could basically summon himself a palace made entirely out of lava, if he so desired. The power's descriptions seemed to match the damage of the exterior. Only a hero with a remarkable control of the elements could've been so precise as to scorch the entire side of the prison off without causing any interior damage. There was only one downside to the theory, and that was the fact that Arclight had been missing and was presumed dead since the Great Conflict.