I Got Friends in High Places

[Dakirennis 959]

 

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The few days of journey were practically paradise to the ashen kin. The time on the open sea refreshing their spirits as they sang and shared food with their new hitchhiking companions. Tales told upon the deck alongside orcish friends and adventures to hidden isle in search of new beasts and old memories to return home with.

 

 

 

Though as always the high seas bring higher dangers as the wrath of a great kraken began to rip it’s way through the flotilla of the descendants.The wrath of nature always posing the greatest threat that they were always ill prepared for. Others forced to flee to other ships or simply hope their lifebuoy of wreckage would wash them ashore.

 

 

They’d no choice but to resist in vain, striking against the colossal tentacle as it slapped and ripped their vessel asunder. The bow of the ship had already begun to take on water and the ship began her descent. But in her final moments, the new friends of the ‘Ker rose to action. As the tentacle made it’s final sundering strike to split the ship in twain, the large bat creatures that had taken refuge upon their deck sprang into action. Swarming around the failing vessel they began to strike out at the kraken, ripping chunks of flesh from it’s hide and tossing them to the sea below, all the while the others still surrounding the ship began plucking the ‘Ker one by one from the wreckage and ferried them off into the night sky.

 

 

Kin of the night, the dark elves and their new chiropteran allies soared overhead, watching the destruction that wrought it’s way through the fleet. Though not wanting to tarry they ventured onward into the tempestuous night, clearly the Spirit of storms on their side as well as the wind whipped and battered the night kin. What felt like only a moment had passed before they made the first sight of land. The old Uruk lands and Cloud Temple came into view through the torrents of rain that battered them. Soaring inland and over the dwemer mountains, the bats placed the ‘Ker upon the remnants of some great mountain beast’s nest, perhaps a gryphon or something, it mattered little now. 

 

 

Quickly setting up lodgings within the hollowed remains of an old building, they waited out the blizzard that now seemed to wrap their camp. Huddled within and recovering, they prepared themselves for the days to come. For the hallowed days of pilgrimage to journey into the home they had left behind over two centuries ago.

 

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Way damn late posting basically a few screenshots ?‍♂️

 

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

had fun flying with the bat bois