Wrath of the Ancestors {Saerus and Manarion RP}
Manarion patted his horse’s side as he dismounted from its back, landing on the ground with a thud of heavy elven armor and weaponry. Shadow wickered nervously, shifting his weight from one side to the other and his master gave a few muffled words as he walked towards the old Altmeri ruins that lay amidst a cluster of small creeks and rivulets that bubbled up from the springs in the center of the ruins.
There were old legends of the waters used for healing and prophesying, but Manarion had always waved them away doubtfully. There was magic in the world and then there was magic and the Altmer held very little stock in it. However, magic healing water or not, the ancestor spirits here were made angry and violent from their descendants being unable to worship as a necromancer had supposedly set up shop.
Manarion rolled his shoulders, earning a few cracks before he left behind his horse to explore the ruins. One step at a time.
