Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150109114215/@comment-29461586-20150122165741

At Daggerfall...

Elara was starting to stir in her sleep. She was experiencing visions that were somewhat prophetic and... real...

It involved a tyrant ruling all of High Rock, and all the inhabitants there at his knees. The tyrant's face was too shadowed to be seen, but one can feel the incredibly eerie aura that surrounded him. He also smelled of rotting flesh and dried blood...