Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140714131430/@comment-24449631-20140726150551

 There really isn’t anything like it somewhere else on Tamriel.

 Carsius was sure of it.

 The sound of nature at its finest, most likely. Though he has never travelled all that much outside of Cyrodiil he always enjoyed being stationed outside of the heartland.

 But this time, it sort of weighed on him. The nature of his very presence unnerved him, a characteristic most unfortunate for someone in his position.

 And it wasn’t like he could speak with anyone about it. Most of the others seemed to be longing for home actually.

 Carsius had to admit: Even though the border wasn’t all that far, the lands felt alien and strange. But he guessed that’s why he liked them.

 The imperial was lost in thought as he sat down on a large tree branch as he was cleaning his rifle. The bore had gotten dirty, the hot weather conditions did that to the internals of the beamanic rifles. They needed constant checking, a real chore indeed, but better than finding out your gun fails in the heat of battle.

 Carsius got his only last year. The rifle distribution had worked wonders so to speak. Within the year, 3/4th  of the Imperial soldiers had received these new arms. Sure there were plenty of accidents at first but for some reason they caught on, more so than crossbows at least. Which were seen as “vampire hunt weapons” whatever that meant. The Imperal arms board deemed them too slow to reload and useless in open and grand conflict. Word has it though, some sections of the Penitus Oculatus had a few, though they probably switched to guns by now as well.

 As the soldier looked down the barrel of his rifle again, as means of a test, a large blue coloured bird, the likes of which he had never seen before, landed on it.

 Carsius jumped up a bit from the sudden appearance of the large creature that despite his surprise remained stationary on the end of the rifle.

 It wasn’t as heavy as it seemed though. A large blue bird, with long feathers protruding from the head, a little grey beak and white and yellow eyes.

 After Carsius had revived from his small fright he looked at the flyer with a smirk.

 “Well hello there friend…”

 The bird turned his head, causing his left eye to look right into Carsius’s own two eyes.

 It squawked a bit.

 “Quite a jungle you have here…” The Imperial continued his conversation.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Although, that was to be expected… It’s Valenwood.”

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