Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191123203307

Elisiv knew that Kal was a pretty lonesome person so it didn't surprise her.

The two women headed to the Vindhelm Pit. Being a local, Kal knew where it was located. It was in the northeastern part of the city, in the back of the Snow Quarter. It was still morning so the area was quite empty.

The entrance wasn't very grand, just a wide alleyway that led to a big iron portculis. On the other side was the bleachers of the arena. In the middle was a dug out that served as a the fighting pit. The arena had enough room for about a thousand spectators. The fighting pit was quite claustrophobic, being a squad of 20m by 20m, with high walls surrounding it and the only way in and out being two sets of iron portculis that led to the bloodworks, where the fighters were held. The fighters could be volunteers seeking gold, captured animals or even prisoners from the Vindhelm Jail. Most fights were one on one, but sometimes more fighters could be put against each other - be it two on one, two on two, three on one, three on two or three on three.

When they got there there didn't seem to be any active fights taking place.

-- Lars could find out where the Jarl and the Harbinger had gone quite easily. Just asking around the camps got him the information that they had gone to the Vindhelm Palace. If Lars had even been to Vindhelm during the Merethic Era he would find that its current state was quite similar to back then. In fact the original design of the city had changed little since Ysgramor had it constructed over three centuries ago. The only big difference was that the city was extended to the east with the addition of the Ice Quarter, the building of a new docks to replace the old one and the refortification of the city walls and the bridge after the Dragon War left them in a peralous state.

"I understand." The Curate kept listening to his explanation of his magic as she led him to the private docks located nearby in the Fortress of the Paladin Order. When they exited the Chantry Karyor got his first good look at the elven city. Having seen the mightiest of Atmoran cities, Vindhelm, before he could say without a doubt that this city was much more magnificent than the cold stone city of Ysgramor. Ilinhame was a sight to behold.

The city was immaculate and prestine with its ivory archers, white marble stonework, tall towers and even had rivers running through certain streets. It was like nothing Karyor had ever seen.

Behind him was the full height of the Chantry. The massive cathedral dominated the skyline of the city. From this close to it, the top of the Chantry looked like it reached the heavens themselves. To the south of the Chantry was the Royal Palace, connected to the Chantry with a private walkway. While it was nowhere near as tall and imposing as the Chantry, it was certainly one of the largest buildings the Half-Breed had ever seen and undeniably beautiful.

"Grand, is it not? The last Falmer city in Tamriel, Ilinhame. Our island sanctuary." Yslenor asked him. Even having lived her whole life in Ilinhame, she still recognized its near mythical elegance.