Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24449631-20140214175134

Boreau stood back up, almost falling back as he had been in a discomfortable position for about half an hour. He stood up pretty clumsily and stretched his back. It must have been 01:00 AM or something, if he was going to cross the High Rock/Skyrim border, it was going to be tonight... Or this morning, depending how you look at it.

En route!

Boreau really felt the exhaustion catch up with him. Every step on those steep mountains seemed harder than the last, it got noticibly harder when he started to wheeze. The Druadachs didn't seem to ever flatten out.

How long are these blasted mountains...

Boreau started to think about setting up camp but that would be too risky, these wastelands at daylight... he'll stick out like a Nord in Elsewyr. Come to think of it... Nords will stick out almost everywhere that isn't Skyrim. They are such boisterous types... and won't miss any chances to tell you about their 'glorious' homeland...

''Surounded by bloody steep mountains! Godsdamnit.''

The shadow of his body had now moved before him, and covered wherever he was walking. He hoped he wouldn't step on a buch of loose stones and create a racket that could be heard across the entire Reach, so he was extra careful. But then after an hour of steep mountain climbing and huffing and puffing, he finally made it to the turning point. Laughing inwardly as he felt the earth underneath flatten out.

''haha... yes. Finally''

He swept the swat of his forehead. And taking a deep breath. He looked up at the night sky. Secunda and Masser lighting up, as the only beacons of light on this barren wasteland. But he had to be even more careful now. This was the definitve border of the Kingdom of High Rock and the Province of Skyrim. It was probably pretty well guarded. Boreau however was to cheerful about his recent, small, victory over this blasted mountain. He hadn't looked back for over four hours, and decided he would take one last look at his Homeland. As he looked West. He saw the country of High rock, black as night. peaceful and asleep. From atop the mountain, Boreau thought he could make out the sea horizons of High rock. The Iliac bay at his far left and the Azurian Sea at his front right. lighting up a bit more than the mainland. His view was partly blocked because of the Wrothgarian mountains. The Adamantine Tower however could be made out as a small vertical stripe, rising from the Isle of Balfiera in the Iliac bay. He had come a long way...

The more he admired his dark and yet beautiful view the more he started to walk back. To admire High Rock to the full, but as he did this he happened to step almost down the other side of the mountain, going down into Skyrim. he quickly found his balance again but the rocks he had loosend by his missteps started to tumble down into the Reach. Making the loudest noise he had heard in hours... He had closed his eyes and bit his lip as he remained paralyzed. hearing the rocks roll all the way down.

He slowly opened his eyes again and shuffled to the other side, looking down into the Reach.

''Surely... Nobody heard that. Or suspects anything.''

Boreau laughed inwardly again, as he felt stress rise again.

Nobody heard that... Nobody heard that he kept saying to himself as he slowly made his way down into the Reach.

He hadn't been moving for a few seconds or he could suddenly see lights go on inside a cabin, that was first hidden by the darkness of the light.

Oh shoot!

Boreau quickly lied down. Trying to avoid to stand out and also to make absolutely no noise... not even breathing. He was far too scared to breath anyway.

It's nothing... Just loose rocks... he tried to mentally calm himself.

''They won't see me... They won't see me''

Suddenly from about the same place as the cabin a loud bang could be heard. and a small thing of sorts shot into the air.

A short few seconds later it burst open with a fizzling sound. And it emitted a large amount of yellow light over the Eastern flank of the South Druadach mountains. It was a flare.

They won't see m- THEY WILL SEE ME! OH GODS! suddenly exlaimed to himself.

''RUN! ''

Boreau quickly got back up his feet and thundered down the mountain. Not caring whether or not the Imperial legion would see him, they probably would have if he stayed stationary. Only thing that mattered now was getting into Skyrim and losing them.

Boreau ran quicker then his body allowed, down the steep mountain. His heart pounding in his chest. His entire bosy shocking with every step he made. As he tried to dodge debris on the ground. One wrong step would result in him falling over.

he had now passed the guard cabin. which lay to his far right. He heard faint shouting behind him. Barely because his heavy breathing and pounding footsteps took most srrounding ambient noises away.

he was too afraid to watch back now, they most undoubtedly heard and/or had seen him. He was however, as said, too afraid to look back. Maybe they were closer behind him than he thought. Maybe it were more then he had imagined. Eitherway, standing still and checking wasn't an option, his momentum was too great for that. And not that he even wanted to anyways. He got direct confirmation to that question as he heard a loud bang and saw a stone get shot to pieces in front of him. They were most definately Imperials, and they most definatly had guns... pointed at him.

Boreau started to Zigzag across the wasteland in an effort to make himself a hard target. keeping in mind to create an unregular pattern so they had to constantly adapt. Another bullet flew past him with a faint noise.

The amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins right now must have be quite extraordinary.

The yellow light of the flare started to fade a bit again.

Good now they can't get a clear shot at him. But it also meant Boreau didn't know were he was walking, if you could even call his 'mad dash' walking. Boreau would soon feel though. As he did not forsee the big dry treebranch crossing his path. It was too late untill he realized what was ahead of him. A few seconds later his momentum came into contact with the immovable object and his entire body was hurled through the air. Only to be moments later, taken down by the brute forces of gravity. he held his hands infront of him,

This is gonna hurt

As he made contact again, his hands were cut open by him sliding even further down the mountain. He came to a standstill a few meters down. As he had stopped he felt his hands and chest glowing and burning. He had however no time to lie down and give in. So after a few moments he slowely pulled himself up. Solely by his legs, because his hands were competely open... he felt the blood slowly slide down his finger tops and leaving his body. He held his hands wide away from his body and tried not to move them.

He started running down again but at a slower pace then before, as he heard the soldiers behind him get closer.

One good thing to come from all of this, is that the flare had completely worked out now and their guns were now useless. Boreau was now merely pulled forward by the will to live nothing more. He felt the earth flatten already... His mad dash had brought him down in the Reach already. Boreau looked back for the first time while standing still as well. Quiet... It seemed his pursuers had given up... For now.

I shouldn't stick around, they'll be back, with more men soon enough.

Boreau thought to himself as he now slowly hobbled further down into the Reach.

''I need more than restoration spells now... ''