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[Morvale Barrows]

Port Silence 58th Of Fall 513 AV

Morvale had spent his evening on the rocks by the peers, his memories so vivid and fresh in his mind. A shadow of his former self gifted by the touch of Uldr the shepard of the immortals, he was quietly in contemplation trying to grasp the meaning of this. He had bared not witness but experienced what true immortality was, and what that now meant. He should have died but by Uldrs glory he had returned.

His dress shirt was as grim reminder as it lay in tatters. Caked with long dried blood, a gaping hole revealed a horrendous scar that zipped across it with one circle below and for above. The revelation of the miracle of undeath, that he'd been blessed to be unhinged from life's burdens and the unfair cycle of life and death. He sat in quiet reflection of what it meant to have limitless time to improve himself, and what it meant for those that chose to cling to life how they would unravel the mysteries of the world only to whither and wilt like a summer flower in the draft of fall.

His eyes were sanguine that contrasted his paled skin and hair, his left hand was different then his right a spikey mess of thorny bones while his head adorned but two lumps just above his temples. He felt freakish like some kind of monster, but it was a small price to pay for the tremendous gift he received.

He wondered about many things under the glowing blanket of stars and that giant moon that cast it's brilliance like an infernal beacon just above the water. It seemed so close like he could just sail away into it, but it was forever out of reach. It seemed to taunt as it cascaded its illuminesent aura down upon the rocks just beyond the peers.

He could hear nothing no rolling waves, just the eerie silence with the smell and taste of salt that lofted in the air.