![]() It felt even smaller with all of the books he kept receiving being piled high to the ceiling, making his foul mood even worse. The young dark-haired Dunmer man was yet again holed up in his small, cramped quarters in Blacklight. ![]() Instead he crouched deeper into his chair, brows furrowed tight as he frowned at the book he was reading. It happened every day, yet Aryon couldn't be bothered to shut the shades or move the blasted mirror. The blazing afternoon sun hit at just the right angle to hit his mirror, sending the reflected brightness right into his face. All she could do now was surrender to the voice of the Hist as it called away her soul from her body. She would never know her child she wouldn't even find out if it was male or female. The last of them succumbed to her injuries, and Listha-Kei's last thoughts lingered on the egg she had left behind at their base. In the aftermath of the burning plains, not one of them made it out alive. His mate dueled with the man, her sword sending a shower of sparks to the ground as their blades met, a small brush fire ignited in the overly dry grasses. Kanelm-Mul pressed the woman archer back, driving the two away from each other. ![]() The Argonians were a surge of dark brown scales and curved swords, charging forth to meet their foes in a fierce clash of steel. The two Dunmer barely managed to react to the ambush, one backing away to draw a bow while the other cast an ice shield and drew a shortsword. As for the Argonians that now approached, they too were mages in their own right and cast a spell on themselves to aid their attack. This, in comparison, was only to be a small battle among many so far, but removing two skilled mages would hurt the opposition. ![]() For years now the Arnesian War had raged, both sides struggling to get the upper hand. Ahead, two Dunmer were leaning over a table, looking over a map with their backs to their unknown audience. Listha-Kei and her mate, Kanelm-Mul, crouched low under the sparse foliage of the outer rough plains of the Morrowind fringe, little cover provided by the scraggly plants. ![]()
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