'No...it's all a lie... SHUT UP!'' the voices quieted as she rode on 'at least I have control if my body and mind again'

"Zii, do you think we should follow Sauriil?" asked Emily thinking of the idea

Makor walks far away, (about five miles) he places a shrine of Malacath and sits down and closes his eyes, he sits and chants Malacath's name, then come backs after a few hours.

(( Going to be inactive while I play Skyrim :P ))

"What will we do?"

epic AKH

"What will we do?"

(I think when the threadmaster says "I'm going to be offline" that means "don't post." You know, it's common courtesy. I'm sure you read the Forum Rules. I hope. Otherwise that would be a problem.)

(Come on we gots to get this goings)

(Don't die.... : _()

(*dies*)

(( Fuck... I'm out of ideas :( This story may end up dying, or I may end up getting inspiration... Idk, yet. ))

(Well, Sauriil needs to speak with the emperor, find the cure for Emily. Everyone else is probably trying to help evacuate the remaining Altmer and tend to the wounded/dead. Then we've got the final showdown I guess . . . )

(Yup, basically)

Emily kept her eyes in front of her and waited a couple seconds before she decided to answer Zii's question "I don't know Zii...perhaps help evacuate and tend too the wounded. I'm sure the both of us can do something to help" Replied Emily, still riding on trying too find the rest of the mages

(Okay are we going to get this going or now I was really looking forward to seeing the ending of it :P)

( ENough rushing, please. We need to finish others while I think of the plot more. ))

(Yes sir! lol)