Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150321040314/@comment-5424581-20150321230235

Dunvir soon found an exit and went back to the surface.

He set up a small camp in what used to be the market district of the city.

"I'll stay here for now. Tomorrow I'll look for a place less ruined." Dunvir said to himself as he went to sleep.

---Flashback in the form of dream---

Dunvir was running from Mehrunes Dagon himself. As he ran across desert sands he encountered many of Dagon's forces trying to stop him. He saw his goal. A glowing blue orb. A portal to Tamriel. Just before he could reach it he felt a sword in his back. He fell to the ground and could not go on. A small clannfear approaches him trying to help him to the portal but is not strong enough to do so. "Go, little one. This is my end." Dunvir said to the creature. It tried to run but Dagon's forces grabbed it and killed it in front of Dunvir. Dunvir thought to himself...''So this is the punishment for defying Dagon. This is what I get for trying to do the right thing. I guess I'll never see the blue skies and green fields of Tamriel...''

Dunvir later woke in a small hut. A woman had stayed. She avoided Dagon and while he and his forces were focused on other things she grabbed Dunvir and healed him. "Go. You deserve to see Tamriel for all you've done." The pale skinned woman said. Dunvir stood up and went into the portal.

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(Timeskip to morning?)