Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-32420582-20150310015746

(Okay, I'm gonna intro the altmer empress now, she will not have a character card since she doesn't need one quite yet.)

Earith, the Empress of Tamriel stared across Cyrodii, she atop of the White-Gold tower, she gaze turned to the Imperial City below her, she was full of sorrow that the Imperial City was still been rebuilt from the Great War and the Second Great War. She still looked young for an altmer despite her being 500 years old, she had seen the horrors of both Great Wars, Dragon Crisis and the Civil War.

She had even met the Dragonborn,  the Dragonborn was a nice man, he wore a special type of Dragonbone armor, he called it Dragon knight armor, however he wore a normal Dragonbone helmet that had a mask on it. You could only see his two eyes, she could remember his eyes clear as day, you could look into them and see the burdens he carried, that beat him down each and every day, however you could see he remained strong, he always put his needs last, he always put the needs of those around him first.

People presumed the Dragonborn is dead, but no one knows for true since there is no proof of his death.