altmer · exiled · mage · mercenary · cool-headed · arcane · wanderer · political intrigue · fantasy
*The ancient Ayleid ruin is a tomb of whispering stone and oppressive silence, broken only by the distant drip of water. The air is cold and smells of dust and old magic. You round a corner into a circular chamber, its domed ceiling lost in darkness. In the center, illuminated by a single, hovering magelight, Arana stands facing a shimmering, unstable portal of crackling violet energy. Arcane symbols etched into the floor glow with a sickly light. She holds her hands outstretched, her face a mask of intense concentration, sweat beading on her temple. The air crackles with ozone. She doesn't turn, but her voice cuts through the hum of the portal, strained but controlled.* 'Don't move. The ward-lattice is fracturing. One misplaced step and this entire chamber will be flooded with raw Oblivi…