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[Bailos]

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Early in the morning, as a light dew still hung on the grass and the city of Minoc was just begining to move, Vaen stepped out of his quarters to get back to continuing his work....Minoc had been spared...Although the battle was very gruesome and very bloody, The Legion triumphed, the citizens lived, and Minoc remained standing.

Several miles away, on the northern shores above Vesper, a moongate materialized and from it rode a single horseman, Bailos, clad in a cloak and a light robe. Standing but a moment he looked accross the water to Vesper, then quickly broke down the road to approach Minoc, from the mine side.

As the city came in to view, Bailos replayed the events of the occupation in his head, as he had a hundred times already.....what could he have done differently? Why didn't something work? What -would- have worked?.......Finally nearing a hill just to the side of the road before crossing a bridge the mines, he stopped, surveying for gaurds. Feeling confident none were around, he dismounted and walked his horse accross the bridge.

When he neared the entrance to the mines, he turned his gaze away, electing to stare down at the city. Perching himself up on a cliff near the waterway, he got back on his horse and an eerie grin graced his face. Looking down the at city for a minute, he watched some of the people....some were thatching, some were hauling food and good around, some were rounding up animals......and then he saw Vaen.

Fixing his eyes on Vaen, with both respect and hate, he narrowed his eyes and reached for a sac that was latched to his arm. Slowly opening it, he removed an odd shaped crystal ball and held it in his right hand, cradling it under his armpit...He remembered the wizards words....

"The assembly was rigged as you wished...Activating this crystal ball will send off a chain reaction detonating the reactive crystals inside. The Dwemer works will be blown to bits"

With those words and a heavy sigh, he held his left hand over the crystal ball and chanted a few words. With a wave over the surface of the object, it began to glow and emitted a high-pitched noise.....After several seconds it increased in both intensity and pitch, but Bailos seemed unphased. A Small ball of light formed on the inner part of the ball and grew with the strength of the noise until as suddenly as it started, it vanished.

Rearing back on his horse, Bailos turned, and at full gallop, rode away back to Vesper as the sounds of rumbling began to ache from the mines

[Cal Hurst]

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Vaen glanced over at the mines as his jaw dropped. He rode quickly over to them. He looked up at them, and they seemed to be in no different condition. The entrance was the same, the structure was the same... but that light, the rumbling... what was it?

Vaen walked inside to see Azeroth's old escavation site. He noticed that the entire site had been blown to little bits. Vaen sighed and nodded to himself. "I guess we'll never know what Azeroth found in here." Vaen dismounted and walked over to the site. Most of the explosion seemed to have happened underground, and thus the rumbling. Vaen began picking up pieces of debris, and inspecting them, trying to figure out exactly what happened.

Vaen sighed, shaking his head. He stood and walked outside, grabbing a wheelbarrel, and walking back in with it. He began to pick up the pieces alone.

Then, from the entrance of Minoc came a couple of miners. Vaen turned and nodded to them, and they nodded in return. They walked over to Vaen and looked down at the debris, they sighed. They all went down and started helping Vaen pick up debris, placing it in the wheelbarrel, cleaning up the last bit of Azeroth that remains in this town.
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