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NA - Cyrodiil IC Rumor Mill

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"Flames rise from the west."

In Anvil a few farmers sat around a table in the local Tavern, they drank their drinks as one of them began to recount the events of a few nights ago. Some of them seemed rather unsure what to make of it, but one thing's for certain. The foundations of an unfinished fortress now stood to wither away for the sands of time to take, in the west of the Gold Coast.

“Flames had burst out of the construction site a few rotations ago, all of the sudden the sound of horns that bellowed for war came parting loudly through the fields. Even the Dreugh that resided nearby seemed to scurry away. The workers had already left for the night when the flames came rising up and the sound of clashing of steel came from the camp that surrounded it. Suddenly we saw people flying around as if they were hurled from catapults. Some of the locals say that they saw people being ‘shouted’ apart by a few Nords that were surrounding a lifeless body. Come by dawn the workers that returned were paid, the banners whom were still intact had been taken down and the Nords burned the corpses of a large group of people; while tending to their own wounded. Many laid under linen sheets and were carefully hoisted on the ships they came with before they sailed back off to the horizon with their dead, the sound of War Drums echoed over the waters.; leaving the site unfinished. They're gone. Some stayed behind to finish up their business though, but I doubt we'll be seeing those fanatics in abundance any time soon.”
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What guides my blade, if not honour?

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Posted May 13, 18
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Locals of Kvatch observed a squad of soldiers swathed in black and gold march through the town towards the Colovian Highlands. They did not draw banners, but the crowds speak of the horses on their tabards indicating they were of House Varro. Further inquiries point out that the Lord Varro did not lead the squad; instead, the Lady Varro held their front.

Unaware of their destination, the only other details plucked from observation included that the Lady Varro dressed as if she were going to battle. Attached to a horse at the rear of their formation were a pair of heads tethered to the saddle of the last horse and held in place by glinting silvers stakes rammed through their chins into their skulls. Mottled flesh clings to them and the distinct attribute of visible fangs protruding from their mouths remains clear in memory to those who held a closer look.
Posted May 16, 18 · Last edited May 16, 18
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