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You walk away, towards the market place. It was bustling not hours ago, and you guess there should be at least five hours of daylight left, but there was only darkness. The rain has stopped, no one is around. You enter into the market only to find abandoned vending stands. You guess that the guards have evacuated the area, told everyone to stay in their homes; a daedra sighting has that effect. As you past the inn, into the open area before the gates of Solitude, you stop. The strange whispers grow louder, until the voice of the woman speaks to you directly. “Dovah….kiin…” it says. What does that mean? Even as you say it, the words grow meaning to you. You had heard stories of the dragonborn, but only assumed that they were stories. The voice tells you that the end is coming, the world will burn in fire. As it says this, it no longer seems as though it is speaking directly to you, rather, it is almost as if you are listening to another person’s thoughts.

Dragonborn,
Do you choose to heed the whispers, to try to save the world from fire?

Or

Do you ignore them, to get on with your life and forget as much as you can?

Your adventure begins here.


End.


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Clarity Beckons - Death