Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150817173834/@comment-6006054-20150826235422

"We will win." he replied, as an answer.

Did he really believe that? That this group, with its propensity for dying, would be able to reverse an icy apocalypse in two month's time? In the end, he decided that he did believe it.

"New, maybe better, things will rise from the ashes. The ashes of the College. Of Whiterun. Perhaps of the world." He continued.

To Kjalek, his words were lies and half-truths. When had fire brought about something better for him? Unbidden thoughts sprung into his head. The image of a green-robed man, his eyes burning with spite and madness, his flesh twisted and scarred by flame, sprung into Kjalek's mind. He shuddered slightly.

Fire only spawned demons...