Loltome
The Kaiser. Bow before my Millitary!
West of Riften, there is a small township. The locals are nice enough, and the inn's ale is always flowing. But, the Manor is very quiet, sitting atop the hill, overlooking the town. The lord barely comes out, as he is always up in his lab, or out at bars scouting out women or young wizards.
He's been pondering about different worlds. "Are we alone in this place? Are we limited to the Continents and Pangaea of this planet?" Just the other day, he found a beautiful young wizard who happens to be a Conjurer. Could his theory be true?
He's been pondering about different worlds. "Are we alone in this place? Are we limited to the Continents and Pangaea of this planet?" Just the other day, he found a beautiful young wizard who happens to be a Conjurer. Could his theory be true?