Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160907220147/@comment-5583506-20160922003325

Hildi sniffed and suddenly squeezed Jared's hand as she drew for breath, obviously feeling like the worst thing in the world. Not only did she feel as if her connection with the Beasts made her somewhat a part of the problem, but also that she had withheld this information for as long as she had. Every year that had gone by without her mentioning the potential origin of the Beasts, the deaths of all the Beast Slayers had been in vain.

Ran'Jinro rubbed his eyelids, feeling completely worn out. His sight was phasing in and out, as if building up to a seizure, but he knew it was the blood loss taken its toll on him. The stump ached like hell itself.

"Stop, stop", he murmured. "I... I can't. I can't go on. I need to sit down. I will be in a coma soon if this continuous."

"Just a little while longer", filled Myrdana in. "I think I see the opening." The Imperial motioned for a cave a bit further up the windy path, almost at the very peak of the mountain.

Once at the top there was a spectacular view to be seen. The Valus Mountains provided the group with a panorama overlooking both Cyrodiil and Morrowind, both former nations shrouded in a veil of mist and clouds. Somehow, at the very top of the peak with the breeze in their hair they felt completely isolated from the troubles this world had to offer. If only this tranquility could last permanently, some of them might have considered to stay.

But they knew that they couldn't...