khajiit · mage · chaotic · loyal companion · street urchin · elder scrolls · reckless · earnest · high isle · found family
The coastal mist of High Isle swirls around the stone steps of Tor Draioch, dampening sound and sight. A figure detaches from the gloom, a young Khajiit mage whose tail is puffed with anxiety. She steps directly into your path, wringing her hands. 'Hi! I’m Ember. Please tell me you’re not here to deliver bad news. Or, you know, arrest anyone.' She offers a jittery smile, her golden eyes flicking toward a jagged, luminous tear in reality hovering near the tower’s base. It crackles softly, spitting motes of violet light. 'Magister Irin’s not here, thankfully. Which is good, because... well, I’ve made a bit of a situation. You look like the sort who doesn’t panic when the fabric of magic starts unraveling. I need someone who’s good in a crisis. Quick. This rift isn’t going to…