Rain falls
Kari's body and conscious remained frozen in the flow of time, being preserved immaculately as it was brought through the years. Outside of her protective shell, time carried on as usual. In the Summerset Isles, a new faction arose from the ashes of the Crystal Tower, the Third Aldemri Dominion. Huntrek soon embedded himself in this group, mostly to keep an eye on it to be sure they would not interfere with his plans but also because it allowed him to established a larger range of contacts that would be useful when the time was right. It didn't take long for the mage to become a high-ranking officer within the Dominion, his ruthlessness and silver-tongue getting him through the ranks.
Silver had been dismissed from Huntrek's service after his actions, not without having his tail removed as a disciplinary action by the angry Altmer before hand. Purple insisted on leaving with him, the ties of friendship more important than the call of coin. The two returned to Black Marsh before the year was finished. The two ex-servants were life-mates within the next decade.
Edvard Bronzeaxe had his own family now, still living in Solitude and making regular trips to deliver goods to the refugees in Solstheim. He found himself walking past the room in his house that he had kept locked for the past year or so. The Nord looked at the door, his eyes lingering on the childish carving of two smiling stick figures with long ears reading "Kari and mummy's room". There had been no sign of where her 'daughter' had been taken by the strange man who extracted her from prison several months ago. The man smiled sadly and kept walking to where his wife was sitting, cradling a newborn child in her arms. He sat beside her near the fire and talked with her into the night as he usually did. The man and his wife died of natural causes several decades later, their children told to wait for an elven girl called Kari to one day come knocking for her possessions.
The world of Nirn stood on the precipice of war and within a hundred years, war erupted from the Summerset Isles against the mainland of Tamriel. The Empire fell beneath its onslaught. The stories of the heroes and champions of that conflict are not to be told in this story, for this is not theirs. The Thalmor ruled over the world, though no one wished to truly acknowledge such a thing.
The Divine Beings watched the major events on the map from the Table. Their interest peaking when the war began. New champions were played, artefacts given to mortals and favours called upon by the living from the gods. Several were disappointed when it ended, the fun being over. All however were worried when one of the Nine constellations began to dwindle and fade from the Dome. No matter what the Gods tried to do to fix it, the constellation of Talos couldn't be stopped fading until it was barely a shadow of its former self.
All the while, Kari stood motionless in a slowly crumbling manor house, left to the ravages of time. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream from the cold void her body felt, but her mind did not register. Her eyes wide with shock for why her mind couldn't see everything decay outside of the surrounding purple field. Kari was, not for the first time, completely alone.