Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131124195016/@comment-5735114-20131128163520

(Hardly.)

Tyranil flew into Skyrim, immediatly noticing the temperature change. Used to the warm temperatures near the Mountain, the cold bothered him. Soon, he was in the snow, and he hurried his pace to get out faster. The snow increased into a blizzard, and soon the College could be seen in the distance. As he flew closer, he noted the bridge was even more battered than usual. He dissipated his wings, and walked across Winterhold to the gatekeeper. "Welcome to the College of Winterhold. What do you wish to learn here?", she asked. Tyranil answered, "I wish to learn the anicent magicks imbued in artifacts and how to use them." his tone almost monotonous to hide his excitement. "A most noble cause. However, to join, you must--" She was quickly cut short by Tyranil swinging his scythe into the ground, the blade landing in the middle of the College emblem, causing the stone to crack. Wide eyed, she waved him in. ''Pity that he has no intrest in Destruction... ''Tyranil summoned his wings again and hovered into the College.