"Dudes! The guys at the Mages Guild said some kind of Crazy crap happened Ald'Ruhn, a chunk of the Mages Guild there 'sploded and these guys ran out of it, and into the ashlands. A good deal of guards are dead too!" excalimed one Patron of the bar, who had rushed over to what Fenris asumed to be his friends at a nearby table. Fenris rose as the friends of the man all expressed their surprise, and made his way outside, and to the Balmora Mages' Guild, purchasing travel to Ald'Ruhn.
Fenris arrived in the Guild hall, which was abuzz with activity, guards and mages scurrying about, Fenris merely headed out into the streets. Seeing which gate was closest to Ald'Ruhn, it didn't take much to figure out which way the group had gone. The Tongue quickly set off in pursuit, cursing the heat of this infernal country and its unnatural deserts of ash. What have the fools done now...
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 "You’ve put up a good fight, but I’m through playing. Now I’m going to kick your [censored] and tell of my glory under the next full moon. Die well.”
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