Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-17114085-20161126110722

A lone hooded man, with large black robes, walked through Falkreath. At first nobody gave him a second though, but when he extended his arms outwards and summoned flames in his hands he drew their full attention.

"This world is an unfair world. One where a child can be ostracized and hunted for their entire life. One where religion is the most important thing about a person. But, in the last decade it has become even worse. It has become stagnant. Unchanging. This world is stuck in its current state. The nations have grown content with their borders, no more wars plague this land." He monologued.

The citizens were murmuring to themselves. "What in Oblivion is he talking about?" "I don't know, but the guards better get here soon, he's using magic."

"War is not a bad thing. It is an instrument of change and change is necessary for people to move forward." He continued to say as he walked down Falkreath's main road.

The citizens moved away from him, scared of the flames in his hands.

When he reached the center of the city he stopped walking. A group of guards led by a woman approached him. "It is illegal to use magic inside the city, especially destruction magic. Extinguish those flames or we will arrest you." She said.

"If this world will not change on its own, then someone must make it change. Someone like me." He continued, ignoring the guards that were circling him.

They drew their weapons. "I am a daughter of Stuhn and protector of his city, surrender or face my righteous might." She warned him.

"I will be more than glad to bring about such change. I will change this world, but first I will need to destroy its very foundations." He said, ignoring the woman.

"Alright, mage. Enough of your preaching." The Daughter of Stuhn said. "Arrest him." She ordered.

A crowd had formed around the scene, but they were keeping a good distance away from the man and the guards.

Before the guards could reach him, the man quickly threw his hands down and touched the ground. The flaming aura around his hands went into the earth. The guards grabbed him, to stop him from trying anything, but they were too late. The ground began to shake and the people began to yell and scream.

"What did you do?" The female Half-God asked.

The ground began to crack open all over the city, in a large circle around the hooded man. As the cracks turned into fissure and the earthquakes grew worse, destroying many buildings and causing some people to fall in, the air began to grow hot. The fissures began to glow and from them erupted molten magma from Nirn's very core. The citizens were screaming and running, including the guards. Even the daughter of Stuhn was trying to escape the destruction. The man, on the other hand, remained right in the middle of the city.

When the last of the shaking stopped, the city was quiet. The man was standing exactly where he had been before. Around him, Falkreath was a smoldering ruin. Burn corpses littered the streets, the ground was torn up and the magma had begun to cool and turn to stone in places. The whole city resembled the Badlands where the man's father resided.

He walked out the way he came, having just destroyed Falkreath and killed nearly all its inhabitants. As he walked out 6 more individuals in black hooded robes joined him. "Now it begins. Our revolution."