Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151027123438/@comment-5824038-20151101122454

---LET THE EPILOGUE BEGIN---

(ignoring the fact that Data has already written his ;)  )

The morning eventually arrived. Dawn's grey light shone through the clouds, unveiling the mass destruction that had taken place. Daggerfall was nothing but a smouldering ruin. Of course, some houses still stood, but the majority were gone.

Hundreds and hundreds of people were travelling away from the city, leaving the death trap that had been their home. Packs on their backs, staffs in their hands, grimaces on their faces. This was all that was left of the population of Daggerfall.

Even years later, nobody dared go near the city. Thieves would enter its ruins, hoping to gather up what could be found, but none ever returned. From outside the city walls the clocktower could be seen, still standing, just as it always had. There was the decaying carcass of a great airship, the words Wind Reaver barely visible on its side.

And folk told stories of howls and cries piercing the night silence. Some said that one last guardian survived, and wandered the ruins, looking upon its fallen brothers.

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Back in Brightwall, things weren't going well. Yes, it had been rebuilt, but news of Daggerfall's destruction was not taken well... An entire city, razed in a single night. Nobody knew how it had happened. That was, at least, until a book had appeared in Xarxes' office.

It had a blood-stained cover, and appeared to be gently smouldering, as if it had been held by hands that were on... fire?

Lafayette's Odyssey it was called. The Redguard looked through the book. He read the entire thing in one night. And the following day, he insisted upon its publication. The memoir took the Empire by storm, selling thousands of copies in the first month of its release.

Even in Samarkand the book proved popular. Soon, everyone across the continent knew what happen during those strange years of 183 and 184, of the Sixth Era.

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The Council of Nobles was always a looming threat. Sofia, leader of the Resistance, ended up taking matters into her own hands. Against the sanctioning of the Senate, she personally led a strike team into the Council's believed headquaters and destroyed the building.

While many argued she should be arrested, the common people rejoiced, thinking that they were safe now. In the end, nothing happened to Sofia, and she remained on the Senate.

Whether or not the Council of Nobles was actually disbanded that day, nobody was sure. Such a shadowy organization can never be tracked.