Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-5583506-20170117022013

Ran'Jinro was about to say something about the lack of divine intervention in the world, but refrained from doing so. Now was not the time. What little hope people still had in their hearts, they needed it now more than ever. A motivation to keep them going in order to prevent possibly the biggest catastrophe the world had ever faced since the legendary Oblivion Crisis. Mankind was about to destroy itself once again, as it had centuries ago.

Ran'Jinro simply nodded at Aigren's statement and spurred his horse harder.

Having been riding for hours straight along the north-western coast of Vvardenfell, the group came across a gigantic ford, spanning the sea that parted the island from Morrowind. It had presumably started to shape back in the days of the Red Year when the gigantic volcano had erupted.

Though the horses were tired, there were some invisible force driving them as well. Almost as if they could feel that something urgent and dangerous was in the air, and so kept going even when out of endurance. The water splashed around their hooves and the slippery, muddy ground halted their advance to half speed.

It wasn't hard to see however where the Beasts had made their way, judging by the enormous footprints left behind. In the far off distance of the ford Beasts were still making their way across as if driven by an unseen power. They wouldn't trouble them. The commander of the Imperial Legion had revealed it. In their minds the idea of wiping out all the populated areas of the mainland was there priority. They wouldn't pay any heed to some Beast Slayers riding past them.

"That's a sight you don't see everyday", said Katri as she gazed out over the surrealistic landscape of the ford.

Sea water engulfing them on either side and a thin layer of mist sweeping across the surface. The unclear shapes of Beasts emerging from the paleness like dark moving castles.