Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150102153314/@comment-25127382-20150107092350

(Real fair. I'm starting to think you guys hate me.)

Setsuna had always defied the fates, and she would continue to do so. Her final action as a god, was to summon ten thousand blades, having them all impale her before she became a kind mortal. Upon becoming mortal, she simply dropped dead from all the physical damage.

The Dunmer of Morrowind swiftly realised that the barriers and their powers were gone, but saw only one way out. The Dunmer moved west, and the Black Fang all retreated to the Rift. These two allies would defend the Rift to their last breath.

All that could be seen and heard in Falkreath, were the bodies and screams of the dying children that had been Weavers, but now were nothing but mortal children, slaughtered by the armies of their enemies. Even as mortals, they faught for their organisation, and died for it.

The Black Fang had no intention of surrendering, even when faced with impossible odds. Not to gods, not to Nordic cowards, not to anyone!

All the Black Fang had left was their pride, and that was one thing that would not be taken from them!