Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-24736819-20150912162505

(Well, since y'all timeskipped your stories, I'll do the same.)

Finally, Des and Max got to Riften. Destro looked around all the destruction and residue of the battle which happened some time ago.

"Not good.", he muttered, kneeling down and analyzing the ground where the storm strucked.

"What is not good, my beloved baby brother?", Maximus asked, also looking around, "Always with that worried, serious semblant. It kind of gets old, you know?"

"Don't bother me with your annoyances, Max. This is worse than I thought.", he finally rose and looked at their surroundings, "There are several tracks here. And numerous vestigial magic... I'm counting something along the line of 20 different half-gods that passed through. One of which displayed an incredible amount of power, as you can see from the thunder-strucked ground there."

"So? We're two ourselves. Doesn't necessarily means we're here to fight...or are we? Are you hunting them down?", Max glared suspiciously at his brother.

"There are obvious signs of fight here, but there is something...I don't know what, yet. We need to get into the city. See what we can find out about the battle, see what the guards know about this disturbances...and see if we can still find any of those Halves here.", he ignored his brother's question.

"Alright, but only if you let me blow off some steam. I can feel your restrains choking me, brother. You know that balance should be allowed.", the son of Sheogorath tapped his cane on the grass.

Destro looked at him, "Not here and not now. C'mon, let's head inside."

With that, the two Forsennato brothers started walking towards the gates of Riften.