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A War Of Houses - Playground 8

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Galvanize.

[Kell-Reevor]

Legionnaire Hideout - Near Balmora

Val was restless. He had been cramped up in this dank pit for far too long. It was boring. At least now, he had something to pass the time. It was manifested in a dirty old lute he had found forgotten in the depths of the cave. While a bit dirty, it still seemed to be in good condition. It likely belonged to one of the legionnaires that had vanished into time, probably caught by the Balmora guards.

He collapsed against a wall next to a mushroom patch the soldiers were growing for food. The eerie blue light they gave kept the area well let without the need for torches.

There was a song. A song he had heard once long ago, the night of the fire. A sad... haunting tune that lingered in the air. It is said all Argonians hear it on the brink of death. Val heard it that night, but he wasn't dead. Then there were the lights... the ghost lights...

He plucked the strings, the song still cycling in his mind. The air began to fill with a scent. The scne tof leaves, and bark, the smell of trees. His playing slowed, something was lighting the cave other than the mushrooms... something moving. It was the ghost lights. Their pleasant blue glow left a misty trail in the air around him as the wandered through the cavern. Val finally stopped playing. The lights were showing him something. A curtain of the mist had formed before him, and an image was surfacing.

Fire, and lots of it. Three men stood before the burning house, silhouetted by the flames. Despite their dark appearance, there was one symbol Val could see plainly stitched onto the back of the middle man's robe. A blossoming vine, the symbol of House Telvanni.

Those bastards...

He now knew his purpose, the reason he had survived for so long. The lights swirled around him, engulfing him in the palpable blue mist. The muffled voices of the soldiers going about their business in the forward regions of the cave died away. Val was now outside, high above the ground, the cloud of lights and mist swirling about his legs, carrying him.

A new coat was about his shoulders. A white coat with blue trim and matching trousers. The wide sleeves billowed behind him in the wind. At his side, he could feel a new sword. A sword of pure, rough hewn silver... elegant yet deadly.

The Telvanni.... I have some hunting to do.