Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160903151107/@comment-5583506-20160904232035

"We should probably ask Lyneas how many they originally were", suggested Anhjari. "That way we can figure out whether or not this was all of them."

She then looked around inside the room. With the lights all turned on it seemed somewhat more pleasant than previously, but it still wasn't enough to make the please more appealing than any underground facility built from stone and metal.

Judging by the various instruments and equipment in the large chamber they were currently in, she would have guessed that this chamber was dedicated to observation of some sort. Rusty metal tables were lined up along the right wall with various Dwemer parts spread out. There was nothing particularly strange with them. She had seen her fair share of Dwemer technology in museums. It didn't take a genius to realise by looking at the parts just what master craftsmen the Dwemer had been, and what they might've become had they lived to this era.

Might have conquered the world, she reflected.

The further she walked along the tables the more strange the objects appeared to her. The Dwemer objects were easily distinguishable by their crude, but practical appearance: hard edges; red-brown metal, carved inscriptions. But the objects on the far side of the tables appeared to be of a completely different design. Though their appearance also suggested that the parts had been used to run some sort of ancient machinery, their design told her that this was not Dwarven craftmanship. And she was no historian...