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     🔥——      Black Marsh was still fairly new area for the fairly   youthful   Breton-disguised dragoness. Briidunviing was already three thousand years of age, a   remnant   of the thrifty dragon cult that used to be in full strength merely couple of thousand years ago. Although she had never truly supported the dragon cult, she at times did long for   power   ... Power her blood demanded, something the Way of the Voice could not grant her. Thus, Ebonhart Pact was like a calling to her --- she could maintain her pacifism, but still   protect   Skyrim & make a difference. Gatherer for the alliance she had become, a provider of goods & materials instead of a soldier on the front lines.

༺ Fʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Cᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ;; @valenwccd ༻

    It seemed as if the impossible had been done, the towering God letting out an almost bubbly sort of laugh as he watched his apostle and his faithful Clanker. Here, within the walls of his home, Seht seemed more at ease. Perhaps it was their kindred spirits that loosened his anxiety, that was only another mystery he had created. One could hear the bright sound of metal on the floor as the dunmer came closer to the spider that had, almost comically, fallen over.    Perhaps it was comedic in its own way how a God fawned over things made from metal and gears as he did. That, or how a man of his stature kneeled down to gently inspect the spider. He removed his glasses with nimble fingers, tucking them idly behind his ear as one might a pencil, before giving the creature a quick look over.

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It was the seventh time she had gotten the faint pulse of life from tuning into that location on the astrolabe which meant it wasn’t just coincide. Each time she logged the coordinates down, there was only a marginal drift that would come back to place-- statistically, that was big.

She placed a hand on the device in thought. Aurelia could define the approximate location within’ the stars-- or where it should be, but not how far or where exactly it was within’ the known dimensions. The breathtaking part was when something had taken control of the apparatus in a blue light, making her simultaneously jerk her hand away and spit it the pen that she was chewing on.

“What--” She paused, grey eyes snapping to light morphing into a pearl-sized dot that was color of the void, slowly growing in size. She whipped back at the notes, holding a finger up as if it was going to halt it from growing. “There shouldn’t be a--”