Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-17114085-20170604215731

When Altera was about done healing the people inside the tavern, Lady Ingjard walked in. "How's everyone here, need any help."

"Milady!" The innkeeper went over to her. "Good to see you alive."

"I barely managed. The Falmer were about to swarm into my Longhouse before these mages arrived and took care of them." Ingjard said. "Gods, the death toll was so high. I haven't seen anything on this scale since the Dragon Crisis, when whole villages burned. I'm going to send a courier to Windhelm, the High Queen must know what has become of Pagran Village."

The innkeeper nodded. "Aye, she must. From what that mage tells me, we could also use some Stormcloak reinforcements."

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The innkeeper went back to cleaning mugs and replied. "My patrons won't stop talking about the fight in the Pit that happened during the day. They say a prisoner took out a Frost Troll by himself with some power magicks."

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"It's a secret spell, passed down by my Clan through the generations. It was created by a powerful wizard from the old Mages' Guild in Cyrodiil, my ancestor, in his mountain Tower." Hulgarth replied. "I'm just the latest to wield it."