Hasir, upholding the injured khajiit, followed behind Tigress, her mother and Xingxiao as they ascended the pagoda. They stopped at the door beyond Tigress' chambers when they heard a noise of metal on wood. Hasir propped Inigo up against the wall, d
Wulinh's group, already skilled with the bow went first, as a sort of demonstration for the archery yearlings. All four bow afficianados hit their targets with surprising precision. They stood back and lent on their bows as they watched the other gro
Tigress awoke earlier the next morning, eager to see what masterr Xingxiao had in store for her. She got dresss in a red and gold kimono, matching pantts and shoes. After she dressed, she exited the room threw the hang curtain depicting a dragon figh
The companion's ship, the Scarlett proceeded toward Akavir at breakneck speed. The waves battered the ship as if it were a toy a khajiit had a strange infatuation with. The sails were pregnant until the sheer force of the gale assaulted them as the
Tigress was in the middle of her after dinner training regimine when a heavy hand pounded on her door. She steadied the bag which depended from three metal hooks in the ceiling. She opened the door to reveal a orage and black striped cat who told he
Hasir followed Ceralyne, with Inigo walking reluctantly behind them, back to the castle exterior where she turned left and entered a rather derelict funeral home with crooked-looking wood paneling and fade green gothic wallpaper. The elf ignored this
Hasir saw his consciousness mold into various forms as his mind rattled off the frantic possibilities of his impending early dimise. An image formed in his mind window and widened. The argonian found the ground advancing fast. The next thing the argo
Hasir froze as a portal opened right off the path they were walking along. Inigo and Ithelia nearly bumped into him as he presumably went cold as the surrounding atmosphere around him. The khajiit furrowed his brow and looked, questioningly at the st
The reptilian and feline companions found their way into a massive cathedral with scenes of death and destruction painted on the windows. Hasir turned his head this way and that, noting the poor khajiit getting his soul siphoned off through multiple
Itansehk and Drujeeta drifted alongside Hasir as if they were whispers on the wind. When they approached the magnificent temple - strikingly different from the drab atmosphere of the bluish-black stone standing like bi-colored dragon guarding eggs of
Hasir saw, through his closed eyelids, a kaleidoscope of blue, black and grey images until he broke one of the kaleidoscopal windows and landed like a shooting star making landfall on a bit of land with rocks that spiraled towards the sky as if they
It seemed the red-furred khajiit miscalcuated - the translucent cyan portal cut an ethereal hole in the cosmos intead of cuttting an abortoreal swath in a tree. They fell in a heap in the mud near an unrecognizable landmark. He got up, wiped the mud
A warm breeze brushed through the fields on a summer day. The sun's golden rays kissed the swaying grass and rustling leaves in the trees. In the distance, joyous laughter could be heard. The innocence of harmless play embodied in two small hearts co
When a strange, giant tree emerged from underneath the Imperial City and brought down the White Gold Tower, the residents of Cyrodiil felt a shift happening deep inside them. The deceased rise from their graves, and murdered townsfolk return, changed