Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-5583506-20170425225438

A new dawn slowly rose over Tamriel, yet the sun had decided to remain hidden behind thick, grey sheets of clouds, as if it was shying away from the incoming battle. Today was the day the ultimate fate of mankind would be decided, and somehow it felt as if the world itself was aware. It was quiet. Too quiet... Not a bird in the sky. Not a breeze of wind sang through the vales and the forests. As if the world was holding its breath and waiting for the outcome. And somewhere, far far away, gigantic footsteps thundered in the faraway distance.

Horns sounded in Fort Slayer to wake all the available Beast Slayers up. There were positions on the walls to be manned and siege machines that required personnel. This wasn't a fight in which they could engage the Beasts out in the open. They had to let these monsters come to them. But it was still early. Though the footsteps grew closer, there was still time for preparations to be made. A branch of Beasts would reach the fort within one or two hours...

When Mongo woke up, he would find the bedside empty. Myrdana had seemingly already gotten dressed and out of bed, yet for some reason she had decided not to wake him up.