Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24760123-20150819003026/@comment-24760123-20150829053236

(Fail, fail, and FAIL!)

Naissance found herself in an alcove of the Vale of Skuldafn. The alcove was on the eastern side of the valley, facing the setting sun.

There was an encampment in the alcove, and currently the resident, a Dunmer in Third Era imperial armor, was playing a lute. He wasn't that familiar, but a helmet by the sleeping bag rang a few bells.

"And so it was, in the depths of Red Mountain,"

"Dagoth and Nerevar reborn fought."

"Akulakhan was destroyed, Lorkhan's heart shattered."

"And the prophecy of the Nerevarine had been fulfilled!"

It was at this point that the song turned bittersweet.

"Alas, the fall of the False Tribunal only brought ruin,"

"For when that red year came, it broke Morrowind."

"The province that once stood tall, and stayed in union,"

"Now worn and declined."

A tear came to the Dunmer's eye as he sang the last verse.

"Now, continues the ballad of the Nerevarine,"

"As ash falls on Morrowind once again."

The Dunmer added, quietly.

"And it was all my fault..."