Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170908205632/@comment-17114085-20171010010008

"Heathen? I see that you are still a narrow-minded zealot." The Imperial heard a familiar male voice. "Just because I was not born of your Divines that makes me a heathen? Even if I had no control over who my parent was?"

Behind him, Tyrennis could see Taliesin walking up to him. The Breton looked exactly like he had before disappearing after the defeat of Queen Marutha.

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Max fell to his knees inside the blizzard. His mind was broken...the Dreamweaver's taunts seemed to have gone on forever, the memories that she brought back only worstened his condition. All that pent up resentment coming up at once.

He didn't even feel the cold from the icy winds, so he barely noticed when they dispersed. Had the spell ended already? Had it really been that long? Had he even cast it? My magicka is full, was it from my regen or did I not even cast it? Was it another illusion, another trick?

He questioned everything. What was real, what was not?