Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-12599067-20140504014748

Twigs and leaves cracked and crunched under Morrigan's boots as she trudged onward through the Great Forest, her cloak trailing behind her in a fashion that seemed almost similar to bat's wings. She had crossed the border into Cyrodiil some time ago and was probably safe from her pursuers for the time being, and had even abandoned the path and had followed it's route from the woods to the side of the road so she could flee into the forest if she caught sight of them, but she was still terribly tense. Right now, all she wanted was to get to the nearest settlement and find somewhere safe to stay for the night, but she had been wandering for quite some time, and it was beginning to seem as if the road would never end.

Volarano and Eirik were currently aboard a carriage bound for Chorrol and were making surprisingly good time, as they had left as quickly as they could after they were told of the Count's distress. After all, they were knights in the employ of the Empire, and neither of them had any desire to disappoint the Count of Chorrol by declining their summons. Not to mention the fact that even Volarano, who was quite content to surround himself with books and read for days, was getting a little tired of sitting around the College all day.