Roleplay

[Karcen]

Nixisa  turned to the cat woman   a little confused that someone was asking about the day but it was nice to have someone not ask if she was a deadra. Still if the woman asked what she was she doubted the normal argonian excuse would fly  with one of the beast races, though where they close  she didn't know.  Well someone had talked to her so the least she could do was respond and avoid going off into lectures or rants like she often did.


[SIZE=11pt]" Well it is cold, but every day is like that, it is too bad I t never warms up" She said  [/SIZE]guessing the  cat woman would share that  as her race was from a dessert  " And the ground is much harder than sand but I'll live" she continued " But anyways how is your day?" She asked also trying  for small talk.

 

[An Unknown Person]

She chuckled. "Yeah with Khajiit like you, it is a mystery." She said sarcastically back falling quite as the need was served. She took it and gulped down half of it. "Just nords being nords I am afraid. The are good people but sometimes pig headed. So the caravans that pass through here aread just looking for greener pastures? The customer base here isnt gojng to be too happy abour that." 

"Bah, Ri'saad's kid is just following is father's footsteps here, but most of them are probably heading to other places, trying to get the high ground on the routes, if you know what Khajiit means.." He said in an almost mysterious tone. "You just defined the Khajiits, most of us end up as thieves, but there is this one... universal... rule of thieves that says 'A professional thief never kills' and... someone told Khajiit that... if you do kill someone while doing a job for the guild, you have to pay a blood price"  Ja'aasha lied to the woman, since he was a thief himself, but it was kind of obvious with his armor

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

He looked up and down the khajiit and shook his head." You are not fouling anyone, friend,  but I don't care. Fair warning though, so we understand each other, I don't need a sword to make person regret having sticky fingers." She sat back on the chair and sighed. "No the best news to take back to the jarl, a big old waste of time. " he looked back at the Khajiit."Thanks anyway, I am Aria."

 

[An Unknown Person]

He looked up and down the khajiit and shook his head." You are not fouling anyone, friend,  but I don't care. Fair warning though, so we understand each other, I don't need a sword to make person regret having sticky fingers." She sat back on the chair and sighed. "No the best news to take back to the jarl, a big old waste of time. " he looked back at the Khajiit."Thanks anyway, I am Aria."

"How cute, threatening me?" The Khajiit let out a laugh, as he leans back on the chair. "You wouldn't me able to catch this Khajiit.." He shook his head in disapprovement "C'mon, stay a bit more, been a while since this Khajiit had a good talk with someone. Also, my name is S'raym, pleasure to meet you, ma'am." The Khajiit lied to her about his name, looking around for a few seconds before speaking up again. "Wait, are you going to rat me out to the Jarl? He probably dislikes Khajiits... and obviously hates thieves. So, how is it going to be? You rat me out to the Jarl and S'raym is going to kill you right here... or you don't rat this Khajiit out and he lets you live?"

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

"How cute, threatening me?" The Khajiit let out a laugh, as he leans back on the chair. "You wouldn't me able to catch this Khajiit.." He shook his head in disapprovement "C'mon, stay a bit more, been a while since this Khajiit had a good talk with someone. Also, my name is S'raym, pleasure to meet you, ma'am." The Khajiit lied to her about his name, looking around for a few seconds before speaking up again. "Wait, are you going to rat me out to the Jarl? He probably dislikes Khajiits... and obviously hates thieves. So, how is it going to be? You rat me out to the Jarl and S'raym is going to kill you right here... or you don't rat this Khajiit out and he lets you live?"

"Not my business to turn you in. S'raym." She said smiling back and shrugging. "Havent been so squeaky clean in the law's eyes either and i am not city guard either. Live and let live i say. Also i doubt he dislikes the Khajiit or at least tolerates them as long as they provides silk and other luxury goods. "   

 

[UmbreonRogue]

"Oh, it was rather uneventful.  Hunted Mudcrabs for their chitin, but that was about it," Dolali responded.  She failed to mention she happened to find a bandit who decided it was a good idea to attack a warrioress in full armor, who was soon killed.  But Dolali didn't want to mention it, not wanting to accidentally attract any criminals who are feeling vengeful.


"How was yours?"  Dolali redirected the question back to the other woman.


@Karcen

 

[ZeiruliousMakavar]

The air around Whiterun slowly grew silent, as most of the animals, wild and domestic grew quite. It was like this for a few moments before the ever familiar roar broke the silence. "Dragons!" A guard soon shouted, as not one or two, but six of the familiar shapes could be seen in the distance, with one of them closer to Whiterun then the others. The one closer to Whiterun seemed to be a bit larger then the others, and was a dark grey in color. Three of the other dragons that were closing in on Whiterun, had a deep red shade to them. All of the dragons seemed to be rather powerful, and angry.


@Karcen @UmbreonRogue @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @An Unknown Person

 

[An Unknown Person]

"Not my business to turn you in. S'raym." She said smiling back and shrugging. "Havent been so squeaky clean in the law's eyes either and i am not city guard either. Live and let live i say. Also i doubt he dislikes the Khajiit or at least tolerates them as long as they provides silk and other luxury goods. "   

"Bah, what about Khajiits that are not for caravans, like hunters and normal citizens? S'raym personally thinks it's just straight up racism, just like saying every Altmer is a necromancer because of Mannimarco, or every Molag Bal followers are vampires.." The Khajiit shrugged after mentioning the last part. "Well, want to go hunting? This Khajiit doesn't have anything to do, and S'raym is almost low on coins. So, what do you say? Go hunting with a Khajiit that is... ahem... most likely a thief or stay here and get drunk?" He spoke with a heavily sarcastic tone as he said so.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Aria shrugged finishing of her mead."Sure, I got nothing else to do." She said getting up to leave before hearing a roar which seemed to shake the tavern like a mini earthquake. This followed by the cry of guards that dragons were about. "Dragons? Multiple Dragons?" She repeated in supreme and concerns, never hearing dragons attacking in packs."well... S'ryam.... Our quarry seemed to have found us."She said trying to sound confident but couldn't help feel some fear. She rushed outside sparks appearing on her hand as she went to face what was coming.

 

[Wackadoodle0987]

The Ambassador mused over the situation. Whether he would act or not still being contemplated, the Altmer stood at a distance from the hold of Whiterun. He had travelled alone, at the dismay of the Thalmor, whom wished he would bring with him an escort to Skyrim - with the success of the Stormcloaks, they deemed his being there alone to be unsafe, but Taure persuaded them that if he were to travel alone and not brandishing Thalmor colours, he'd not necessarily garner too much attention. The truth was that he had been set on a task to find and assemble a capable and suitable group of adventurers to combat the dragon threat.


Though the dragons did not yet concern Alinor, if they were left unchecked, it would not be long before their fire spread to the forests of Valenwood and the green lands of the Summerset Isles. Aside from that, the Thalmor wanted to be publicly recognised for attempting to combat the dragon threat in the other provinces, that it might further improve their image. So the plan, send a single Altmer to gather a team of varying races and slay the dragons, and then claim the credit for themselves... it sounded too familiar. A reminiscent scenario of that which occurred after the Oblivion Crisis.


The largest of the dragons, a great dark grey beast, cast a foreboding shadow over the watchtower. Such a large group of the creatures, one could only assume they were being lead by one - whether that one was the grey dragon present, or another somewhere else, could not be determined yet. Taure readied himself for combat, if it became necessary, but this was an opportune moment for him. If he could witness the battle, he might determine whom among those in Whiterun might be suitable for recruitment into his merry group of dragon hunters ... currently numbered at one.

 

[ZeiruliousMakavar]

Nossahdrog, or the dark grey dragon who seemed to be leading the other five, soon landed atop the Dragonsreach Hall, which housed the Jarl and his family. The dragon, again let loose it's roar, a powerful roar that seemed to send any near him away. As the dragon did this, the other five soon began to circle around the city lighting fire to anything living near it. Be it animal or plant. Nossahdrog, seemed to be content, sitting atop the Hall which was made above the bones of his brethren. As he did this, the other five dragons continued their assault upon the city of Whiterun, each one on occasion landing near Nossahdrog, before flying off again to continue the assault.


@Karcen @UmbreonRogue @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @An Unknown Person @Taure Tavari

 

[Wackadoodle0987]

"Well you can tell Rohlbert to keep his bloody paws to himself!" Annalise called out to her sister, "I'll not have him messing around with my mark." The two were readying themselves to meet with the Jarl, having travelled to Skyrim in search of the source of the commotion with the dragons.


"He's free to it, Annalise. We share resources, and that's that." The elder sibling scoffed at Amelie, shaking her head. "And we have more important things to trouble ourselves with. You should be more concerned with the three caravans already missing, and another sunken vessel lost to the Sea of Ghosts. The dragons are a calamity to our merchantry, and we've already numerous caravans refusing to travel to Skyrim and Northern Cyrodiil. More like this and we'll have to cut trade all along the North."


Amelie was right, though Annalise didn't want to admit the struggles they were having. If trade with Solitude, or Port Telvannis stopped, it'd lead House Montclair to make drastic reform to their economic plans. "Let's just speak with the Jarl. If he'll allow House Montclair soldiers into this region, and if we can start pushing East, we'll be closer to solving this entire situation. The two stepped out of their rooms, meeting in the corridor of the inn which they were staying at, and descending the stairs.


Annalise huffed, "Fine. But Rohlbert's getting a clip round the ear when I return to High Rock." Amelie rolled her eyes, chuckling slightly. A great bellowing roar startled the two, whom briefly glanced to each other, and sending Annalise running back to her room. The Breton descended the stairs one more time, now with her blade and dagger girdled around her waist.


"Seems business arrangements have already started." Amelie remarked, making Annalise scowl at her childishness. The two exited the inn, looking up at the great beast atop Dragonsreach Hall, and another five causing chaos in the city proper. "That one's big!" Amelie shouted to Annalise over the commotion, gesturing to the large grey one atop the Hall. 


"The leader?" Annalise questioned, though rhetorically. "Draw what attention you can from it. If I can ascend to the roof without it noticing..." She trailed off as she began sprinting up the steps to the Upper Quarter of Whiterun, making her way towards the keep. Amelie opted to remain in the Lower Quarter, where most of the civilians remained. Most of the buildings were made of wood, and thus were not safe to remain inside.


"Make way to the Hall!" Amelie bellowed out, running through the streets of Whiterun, "Take shelter underground, in the prison!" The vampire hurried through the street, keeping her eyes fixed on the sky, whilst repeating her orders to the civilians. She accompanied those that she could see were struggling, offering what protection she could offer. A great gout of flame came cascading down upon the vampire, whom shied under a ward; a blue sphere surrounded herself and the young woman at her side; though she witnessed others being incinerated by the unnatural flames.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Aria looked out as the dragons flew over, when one attacked she dived behind the building though after some building were reduced to rubble she didnt figure this was safe either. However her attention was drawn to a couple of woman helping out the citizens ferreting them underground. As the people gathered she worried it would attract the dragons to them so decided to act as detraction. She went towards the walls as quickly as she could and once up there she began firing lightning bolts at the closest dragons she could reach.

 

[Krim]

A plume of dragonfire was suddenly spared from crashing into a house of innocent people by a shimmering barrier. Once the fire and the barrier faded, the source became visible. The argonian monk from before was stood atop the roof of the house, arms aglow with golden restorative magicka. He channeled it into another spell, fueling his muscles with inhuman strength and speed. Leaping a great distance from the house, he catapulted himself toward the underside of one of the roving dragons, specifically toward one of its wings. Here, its ordinarily granite-like bones were more fragile and sensitive, and so Xa-Raku's hands leapt to the joints and leathery wings, aiming to deliver a quick succession of blows to snap tendons and twist muscle until the wing could no longer support it. Whatever the result, he returned to the ground just as smoothly as he had left it, and turned to regard the beast.


"Why do you make trouble here, dragon?" He asked it, fists and feet still primed with bolstering energy, "Vengeance? Such a thing ill-suits a creature that once held such dignity."

 

[Wackadoodle0987]

Annalise ascended the large staircase to Dragonsreach Hall, behind her numerous civilians were fleeing towards to the prison. The Breton's nails elongated into grotesque claws, which she used to grip one of the wooden beams on the walkway. She pulled hard, raising herself and sinking the claws of her free hand into the softwood, once more heaving herself upward and clambering stop the roof of the walkway.


The Breton glanced up at the looming beast above her, a mass of stone like scales and claws. Drawing her blade, Annallise's form dissipated into a mist, rapidly ascending to the roof of the hall, and re-materialising aside the dragon. Hopefully it would not notice her presence and retreat to the skies, or worse, attack her.


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Amelie noticed the efforts of the Argonian, thankful to have another capable Mage to aid in the defence of Whiterun. "This is no time to converse!" She bellowed, briefly dissipating into a mist to avoid another swathe of flame, before re-materialising atop the roof of one of the houses not yet set ablaze. "Use the smoke! Block their flight!" The Breton's arms were encased in a dark blue glow, channeling a powerful spell to redirect the great plumes of smoke rising from the city. Creating a form of singularity, Amelie was able to draw the smoke inwards, creating a great swirling black barrier to hover above the city. It was a simple enough spell, but it would block the dragons' vision, and force them to retreat, or at least land.


"Do what you can to hinder their flight!" She called out to anyone listening, "We must bring them down!"


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The Altmer watched on curiously. He was surprised that the city seemed to be dealing with the situation so effectively, or at least it seemed that way from a distance. Taure was now stood at the bottom the the hill Whiterun sat upon, leaning against the wall of the stable. The city proper was taking the brunt of the attack, whilst the outlying farms were being ignored. Cattle were easy prey, so the attack wasn't out of desperation for food, and dragon's don't hunt in packs.


They were being led, that much was obvious. But by whom, and to what end?

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Aria fired bolt after bolt at the dragons but they were doing little. She frowned and heard the commands from others, she decided on adding some reinforcements. She rolled out of the way from a dragon attack at the position and once recovered she began summoning. She manged to produce two antronachs one frost one flame and set them on the dragon.  She took out the only bottle of mana she had and wolfed down as quickly as she could. 

 

[UmbreonRogue]

Before Dolali could hear the snake-woman's reply, she heard commotion coming from outside.


"Sorry, but I must go."


She rushed outside to see dragons attacking.  Dolali's magic, or the kind she does actually have, will not work against these scaled beasts, and she does not have her bow with her, and lacks the good aim to fire at the moving dragons if she did.  She could only want for them land, but she was no expert dragon hunter.

 

[ZeiruliousMakavar]

The dragon continued their assault on their city, as Nossahdrog continued on with watching. It took him only a few passing moments to notice The Breton woman near him. The large dragon paid her no mind, but only swiped his wing a few times, causing a large gale of wind to pick up as he did. Though the wind picked up, Nossahdrog still did not take flight from his perch atop the Dragonsreach Hall.

 

[Wackadoodle0987]

The first beat of the wing almost hit Annalise, as she rolled to avoid it. As she ascended from the roll the gust of wind from the second knocked her off balance, causing the Breton to stumble backwards, falling from the edge of the roof. Annalise dematerialised into a mist form, reforming above the dragon as she fell; sword outstretched ready to tear the beast's wing.


---- 


It seemed Amelie's spell was not stopping the dragons. Despite their lack of vision over the city, they continued to attack regardless. The Breton huffed, altering her stance slightly. A bead of sweat trailed down her cheek, and her face visibly reddened from the effort, but soon thunderous crackles could be heard, and blue flashes were being conjured up from within the massive cloud of smoke.


Suddenly, a great streak of lightning darted out from the cloud at an unnatural angle, striking, heavily, the side of one of the dragons. The force of the blow knocked it sideways, and hopefully was enough to send the beast crashing down. If not, then at least it would have been wounded, and would tire more easily.


"Help me!" She called out to the Argonian, "I can't hold the spell. Channel your magicka!"

 

[Karcen]

[SIZE=11pt]A  [/SIZE]dragon attack, that was something Nixisa had never experienced and seeing the chaos the dragons caused.  Nixisa could try to  fight against the dragons as she knew a few destruction spells  like fire bolt, but she was not specialized to fight such beasts.  She could call forth fake pains, cause them to think  or see things, but she could not kill them.  Things like combat were not fully Nixisa's strong suit yes she could fight but much of her skill was handled by those her magic bewitched.  So Nixisa decided  to not fight  and instead  cast a skin spell to keep herself safe and an invisibility spell. This was a fight  Nixisa  would let the guards fight for her.

 

[Krim]

Using his still-bolstered muscles, Xa-Raku jumped down from the roof and swung his leg hard into a chunk of stone debris nearly as large as himself, kicking it toward one of the dragons to distract it. At Amelie's request, he leapt to her rooftop and focused himself once more. "Become awash in the River." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders and closing his eyes. He let swathes of magicka flow into her, exhaling slowly and steadily, the warmth flooding her body before soon being channeled into her spell afterward. Despite his apparent concentration, he still remained mindful of his surroundings. With all the clouds, it was difficult to see if there was a dragon about to charge them, so he'd have to rely on his other senses.

 

[Wackadoodle0987]

Amelie wanted to recoil at the touch, but refrained, knowing that to sever her attention from the spell would be wasteful. She could feel her fatigue dissipate, and her power somewhat rejuvenated by the Argonian's aid. The Breton allowed the magicka to channel through her, empowering the spell. With a number of thunderous crackles, another two great bolts of lightning struck out from the cloud, smiting one dragon's wing, and the other blitzing across another dragon's face, temporarily blinding and dazing the beast.


The two fell creatures cascaded towards the ground, crashing down upon the streets of the city, one careening through a building, sending debris showering over the surrounding area. As the first rose, one could notice the large tear in its wing, as it curled it inwards in an attempt to protect the less defensible webbing. The other shook its head rigorously, struggling to stand after the blow, though soon regaining its composure. Hopefully the damage was enough to buy time that the ground troops could attack, and stop the beasts from regaining flight. "Quick!" She bellowed, turning her attention from the spell briefly, "Overwhelm them, focus on the wings and the eyes; their scales are too strong to pierce!" The Breton glanced to the Argonian before continuing to flow her magicka into the spell, not wanting the smoke to dissipate and the dragons' regain their vision.


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Annalise plummeted towards the Grey Beast, sword outstretched, though suddenly was knocked off direction; the breath being forced out of her. The dragon's tail lowered, after having swatted her aside, as it turned to glare at the Breton. Annalise was startled, but her vampiric strength was enough to withstand such a blow. She de-materialised into her mist form before colliding with the ground, and reforming once again down by the walkway of the hall. She scowled at the dragon above her, trying to consider another method to force it away from the city of Whiterun.


It was perceptive enough that attempting to sneak up on it was out of the question, and a creature so powerful could not be attacked head on to any avail. She would need aid, or she would need a better plan.

 

[Nostalgic-Writer]

Santeru sat inside the hall of the dead in whiterun knocking back a vial of blood that he kept with himself at all times which was very risky because if he was ever captured it would be an immediate giveaway that he was a vampire. The shaking of the hall tipped him off to yet another dragon attack, the slender nord sighed his black hair ruffled slightly with the small breeze from the entrance. He assumed the guards and varying dragon hunters in town would be able to handle it but the sheer number of thu'um that echoed hinted at a small squad of dragons here for a raid not a random attack. Raising the hood of his nightingale armor and pulling the mask up provided him both anonymity and protection from the sun which he desperately needed if he was to travel at day time. The armor was a gift form his beloved Nocturnal as she was the one to give him both a blessing and curse of vampirism, her realm and nature affected this strain causing him to be far more sensitive to sunlight than the average vampire. 
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Opening the door and ascending from the hall of the dead Santeru stepped out into the fiery light of the outside world dragons soared around the city and varying individuals were combating them, his superior speed and agility would be something that gave him away so he collected himself and observed the scene trying to keep out of the prying eyes of the occasional civilian or guard that fled by him. His armor would arouse suspicion by those knowledgeable enough to recognize so he moved swiftly in the shadows.
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[ZeiruliousMakavar]

As the dragons continued their assault on Whiterun, Nossahdrog continued to watch, in ever growing annoyance at the few guards and people who seemed to find it in their minds best to attack the larger dragon. It was a bit later, the guards managing to fell one of the other dragons, that Nossahdrog seemed to take it upon himself, to act. Just as he had done when the assault began, he breathed a large burst of flame down the streets of Whiterun, the breath lasting for the better part of a minute. Just as it seemed Nossahdrog was to breath in for another breath of fire, he turned his head to looked off towards one of the mountains far from Whiterun. Nossahdrog stared at the mountain for a bit, before kicking off from Dragonsreach, and flying off towards the mountain, the same way he and the other dragons came from. As he did, the other remaining dragons took flight, following the larger dragon.


~~~


As this assault took place on Whiterun, another unwanted visitor was entering a small cave within a mountain. "What business do you have here, Grey Beard?" A womans voice echoed from the darker places of the cave. "You of all people should know not to come here." The woman continued, her voice angry, almost sounding as if a snarl from a dragon. "The thu'um speaks of many, and speaks for many. You know this as well as I Dragon priestess." The Grey Beard said, his tone calm and collected. "We have held back from entering your lands, so long as your followers did not enter ours, as was the agreement." He continued, shaking his head as he spoke. "I come only to ask a question... Why are your dragons in Skyrim once more?"


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[Wackadoodle0987]

Annalise shielded her eyes from the billowing dust as the dragon took flight, looking up to see it retreating from the city. She glanced back at the town proper, seeing many buildings ablaze, and dozens of charred and torn bodies. The Breton released a small sigh of relief, spotting Amelie atop a building, already acting to suffocate the fires with spheres of magic. There was little Annalise could do now; for she was neither equipped to battle the fires, nor adept enough with magic to aid in the healing of the wounded. Instead she headed into Dragonsreach, which was otherwise undamaged - ignoring the large gouges in the roof from dragon claws - and noticed a number of guard inside along with the Jarl.


She scoffed, unsurprised that the leader of the town should remain inside away from the battle, and with no less than a small troupe of guards at his side as well. Annalise sheathed her blade, keeping her hand on the hilt of her sword to ensure it didn't beat against her leg, as well as for she didn't know how good of a reception she would receive concerning current events. The Breton approached the Jarl, the guards each with tight grips on their sword hilts as they watched her, before she stopped a number of paces from him.


Not bothering to bow her head, nor perform any respectful gesture, Annalise instead gave a pejorative look at the Nord, before talking, "The Dragons have retreated," She scoffed, "In spite of your lack of effort to stop them," She muttered, though once again raising her voice to re-address the Jarl, "I would recommend acting sooner, rather than later."


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"Indeed," Amelie gasped, jogging over to her sister's side, glancing briefly at Annalise. She breathed for a few seconds, catching her breath, mostly due to her magicka expenditure, "We should act fast, and hard. I do not doubt the dragons will attack again, if not here, then another city. They came here for an obvious purpose, instil fear, cause havoc, and devastate the city. They succeeded on all three counts, for the most part." She gestured to the surviving keep and Jarl, rolling her eyes. Amelie chuckled, seemingly randomly, before looking behind her. 


"Taure Tavari?!" She smiled widely, looking over to the cloaked Altmer, "I can tell your scent anywhere old mer." 


Taure sighed, removing his hood, before scowling at Amelie, "Thank you, Amelie. I wasn't intending on involving myself yet, but..." He rolled his eyes, "That's no longer an option." He ascended the small staircase into the main part of the hall, taking his place beside the sisters, before also addressing the Jarl. "Lady Montclair is not wrong, however. This attack was purposeful, and certainly not an act of anger or beastly rage." He walked slightly closer to the Jarl, alongside the large burning fire to his left, despite the looks of the guards. "Dragons are not pack animals," He looked at Grey-Mane directly, "Neither are they unintelligent creatures."


Amelie scoffed, "Considering the trouble they've cause me, I'd say they're little better than a common pest, no more than a rat or skeever." Taure gave the Breton a stern glance, silencing her, though not without another roll of her eyes.


"As I said, they're intelligent beasts, and solitary creatures. If they attacked due to hunger, they would have raided the cattle farms, not the city. It's my opinion that something, or perhaps someone is controlling them."


Annalise shuffled in her armour, "So, another Alduin?"


"No." Taure spoke confidently and firmly, "No, Alduin was a descendant of Akatosh, whom breathed life back into the dragons, returning them from the dead. The dragons served Alduin by fear and respect alike, for they owed him their allegiance." The Altmer shook his head, "With his defeat at the hands of the Dragonborn, the dragons should have dispersed; taking residence in the more solitary parts of the world - mountaintops, large caves, uninhabited swamps. More importantly, they are prideful, and they do not take orders. Whomever is controlling them now, they must be doing so by sheer force of will."


Amelie sighed, "Which means they must be more powerful than even the dragons." Taure glanced back nodding his head.



"It's possible that the larger dragon we saw was the one leading them, for he could have forced them to do his bidding, but I doubt it. Indeed I doubt that a dragon is controlling them at all, for they would have no reason to attack the city, nor the inclination to. We're dealing with someone whom bears a grudge, or innate hatred to man." Taure once more turned to the Jarl, "Which is why I propose we form a small force, and head North. The dragons headed towards the mountains there, and if we can reach the source of this issue we have a better chance of combating it."