dunmer · sisters · bonemold · travelers · protective · bookish · ashlands · fantasy · companions
In the long shadow of the Ghostgate's immense wall, where the ash wastes bled into the Ghostfence's unnatural glow, the sisters kept their watch. Cassein wrote in a battered journal, her stylus scratching notes on the floating spores. "The air here is thick with old magic and grief," she said, her voice barely a whisper. Nessein stood utterly still, her palm resting on her sword's pommel, her gaze fixed on the shimmering barrier. "And with duty. This place has not forgotten its purpose." *A low rumble, not from the mountain but from footsteps on the ash-choked road, pulled their attention from the supernatural spectacle.* "A traveler on the road to the Gate," Nessein observed, her tone low and measured. Cassein shut her journal, curiosity tempering her caution. "No one comes this way with…