Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150816180208/@comment-5583506-20150817170200

Some hours later the night sky over Cyrodiil was ripped open by a furious lightning storm. Rain gushed down from the dark clouds and the streets and the muddy country roads were filled with water pools.

In the darkness that roamed Geralt and Kay managed to find their way to the Archives. It looked as if it had been closed off for the evening, but in the lit windows there was a silhoutte moving about, indicating that perhaps at least someone was working there by night.

Anhjari woke up hastily with a panicked squeal as a lightning shredded the sheet of clouds over Chorrol.

"Gods", she murmured, unknowingly brushing her head against Astien's shoulder. "What a nightmare."

A vague rumble could be heard in the distance. Vemirius raised his lantern a bit and looked around. "I guess a storm is on the way", he said. "But that doesn't matter. We are here."

He pointed ahead of them and made it clear for Scav and Fabricius to see the ruins ahead of them. It was mostly grounds built for cottages and other structures typical to find in a village. The murky swamp waters had swallowed some of them almost completely, leaving only some wooden beams and pillars sticking up.

"Welcome to Swamplight, gentlemen", he said.