Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191004114922

Jofrodr sneaked his way out of the bushes to as to not make too much noise.

It was the afternoon, the sun was still up but it had gone down significantly towards the horizon so the trees around them cast long shadows over the clearing where the house and warehouse were located.

The Companions tried to sneak towards the warehouse without being seen, however the clattering of his scalemail made a decent amount of sound. To compensate he moved very slowly.

So far it didn't look like any of the bandits noticed him, but he couldn't be sure.

After a while, Karyor could see the pale walls of the Falmer fortress through the thick birch forest of the Rift.

He couldn't be sure, but it was likely that the elves had already noticed his presence. For now no one tried to stop his approach towards the ivory fortress.

(@Nelthro: I'll be calling him Karyor from now on since he is no longer in disguise.)

(@Rifle: I assume that she is looking around the squatter camp and not the city gates since there would be no point in that.)

Kal couldn't find anyone that looked overly friendly to her, but in one of the many campfires she saw a woman that was sitting alone cooking some stew. The woman wasn't paying much attention to Kal, so she didn't seem to be hostile to the female Companion.

Arch-Curate Torvus finished composing the letters. They were messages to their elven cousins the Chimer and the Ayleids. The Paladins of Auriel had been calling up their reserve troops from the population of Mereth, but considering how many humans were coming to kill them...the Arch-Curate was concerned about their chances.

He remembered the death and carnage he had seen at the Fall of Altanium, the Falmer capital that once stood in Falkreath on the shores of the Ilinalta. The Atmorans had no mercy for the elves then, burning the place to the ground until no stone was left of their once mighty city. He had watched it all from a distance, having escaped the city before it was besieged.

Torvus was sure that they would attempt the same with Ilinhame, the last city of the Falmer. He walked over to the window of his office and looked out at the white stone city.

It was located in the middle of the lake on a lone island, a natural barrier to stop invaders. Long ago there was no need for walls, but since the Return a large set of them had been built all around the city. A single harbor was the only way in and out of the city, not counting the Wayshrines that were controlled by the Chantry to travel to and from the three fortresses that guarded the borders of the Falmer Kingdom.

He looked back at his desk where the letters stood. He was sure that the Ayleids and Chimer would not answer their plea. They didn't aid them in the past, only the Dwemer answered their call then...but it had been a lie. A false promise of aid that was in truth a stab in the back by the deep-dwelling elves. Those that sought out the Dwemer were betrayed and turned into their slaves. He would not ask for their help this time, but the other elves might listen if he convinced them that the Atmorans would come for them next.