Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5543592-20191023224758

Nyasia put her hand on her scimitar, watching as what had been a demonic little girl burned to nothing. The field of daffodils was quiet again. Very quiet.

Scaldor looked around, wondering what was going to come next. Maybe the Daedra would bring food in their next attempt. He was starting to get hungry. Could one eat Daedra?

Without warning, a flash of lightning struck, blinding them, and suddenly they were no longer in the field.

They were arrayed in a ravine, their locations to one another the same, but the scenery different.

Baldr looked around, holding Clodagh tight with one arm, other hand on his sheathed sword. "Wrong." The Nord muttered. He looked up to the sides of the ravine, which seemed to be overgrown with vegetation. The walls of the ravine were rocky, dry, as was the valley floor where they stood. It was relatively flat, except for some uneven portions in the distance. The slotted shape of the ravine funneled wind towards them, a familiar breeze.