Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180814215034/@comment-17114085-20180914153738

Eorlund drew his sword and joined the fray. Under the night sky it was difficult to see who they were even fighting, but the Nord still fought alongside the Colovians.

Ze'Laro, however was able to see clearly even in the dead of night. He saw that the Imperials were in fact fighting a group of Breton soldiers. Concerned, he yelled. "Stop! We're fighting each other!" ''What is going on here? Is this some sort of mind-control like the Dreamweaver's power? ''However, there was no miasma. This was no mere illusion.

The fighting did not stop. One of the Colovians shouted. "They are no longer our allies, not anymore! Keep strong men, these creatures will not prevail."

As he charged a lightning spell, Eorlund could see when the blue light illuminated the area. As Ze'Laro had pointed out, their enemy were Bretons...but not anymore.

"Just the way you said it, it sounded almost like sorrow." Kyrnil commented. He was going to say something else, but was cut-off by another warhorn blowing.

This horn blew twice just like the last, though it was coming from the southeast.

"They must be going after our siege equipment!" The Harbinger exclaimed. He rallied a handful of Companions nearby and ran towards the location.

Carden, if he looked to the west, would be able to see a dark cloud above Markarth. It hadn't been there a moment ago. It covered the sky above the city and blocked out the stars.