Belrar was stunned. His city...his home, all gone. Dead bodies still lined the streets, with many survivors and guards alike skirting around them as they quickly went about their business. An Imperial outfitted in the armor of the Legion stood upon a makeshift platform, cupping his hands around his mouth, adressing the throngs of people.

"Anyone who wishes NOT to stay should get what little they can and be ready before midday! There is a refugee caravan forming to head to mournhold! Anyone capable with a weapon or have any particular skills to help with these peoples journey, should they wish to sign up to help these civilliansm Speak with the sergeant here!"

'Mournhold...Perhaps I should go. I certainly do not wish to stay here...Nothing is left here.' Belrar's own thoughts only served to increase his depression. 'Iryan!' Belrar remembered his friend with a shock 'Did he survive?!'

The Dunmer leaped off the stoop of the healer's building and began running through the streets like a madman "Iryan! Iryan!"

OOC: Don't worry, he won't find his friend, and give up soon. He'll then join the caravan.

"Well, it's not like there is much nightlife left to keep me in. Walking to Mournhold is no fun, but it beats a burned-out husk littered with corpses. There's some luck in it though, with most corpses burned it will lessen the odds for disease."
Jimri looked at the gathering files of refugees, his fathers comments about the many issues a merchant caravan had to deal with. "Speaking of diseases, even on the road there might be some problems. These peoples know little about the problems of traveling in large groups. With the Legion to help it should tun reasonably smooth, but I'm still happy with the bosmer's resistance to diseases..."

She frowned as a nasty thought crossed her mind. "I was worried about poisoned food or wells left as a parting gift, but some kind of curse or disease is possible too. I shall discuss that with the Legion's healers."

He chuckled and shook his head "that kind of paranoia will not serve well in the long run. I doubt the assailants would do that. Considering what they have done this is a fear tactic, something truly horrific to really make people reel back in terror. Doubtful they would poison the wells and well..honestly what food is left? Destruction, violence and a message I think. But the message is uncle-" that very old woman that passed them spoke in a hagged and raspy voice "Can you not feel it? Something is coming and its something big. This could be just the first start of it all... Im tellin ya. Back in the past era this kind of thing was always the start of something greater.." she coughed abit and drank shakily from her cup of water.

He blinked abit and raised an eyebrow at the old woman who seemed to putter off slowly in the other direction mumbling to herself. "Strange... So Im going to head off with these people. I wouldnt mind the company Miss Jimri." he then watched a dark elf bolt past shouting out some mans name "Iryan! iryan!" he called out, seemed strange almost.

"Count me along for the ride. Especially with what you said earlier about hunting and foraging. The walk to Mournhold won't be any kind of fun, but I'd rather do it with something fresh to eat rather than Legion travel food. I've had the ill luck of sampling caravan food, and the Legion is said to be even worse. Low bid contracts, spice with some graft... nothing good can come from that."

As the odd woman made her speech, Jimri shrugged. "Well, no need for prophecies to see that. You don't raze a town just because you're bored and feel like it. But if they wanted to scare the province, they've picked the wrong town. Razing Necrom and it's necropolises amounts to corncobing the ancestors of each and every dunmer around. About the only thing where that could unite all the Houses : cleaning their ancestor's honor in the blood of whatever gonk pissed on their daddies's graves . If they can figure out who did the deed. I don't even know what they looked like. Probably about human-sized as I haven't seen anything above the Legion's heads at the city doors, but that's about it."

ooc: Where Darkom? o,o

I didn't intend to post anything until we were getting on the caravan. Are we? I skimmed the posts but...

I forgot it was just us three now... Sorry, I'll try to make a post soon.