Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131023215826/@comment-11457306-20131027060422

''Cold wind cut through Corana’s wet clothes like a knife. A snowstorm ws blowing on the surface when she arrived. She had not yet dried out from her swim in the underground river and her clothing was inadequate to begin with. Nord she might be, but injured and wet, she was ill prepared to withstand the harsh conditions. Gasping under the assault of the icy wind and whipping snow, she shouldered her pack and ventured forth from the cage which enclosed the elevator. She had no idea where she was. ''

''Ahead of her was the Sea of Ghosts. She had never been this far north. Had she but known it, she could have turned east and been in Winterhold within a couple of hours. Instead she spent the next two hours trying to work her way around the glacier and find a path south.''

''It is a tribute to her determination and endurance that she made it as far as she did. She bowed her head and doggedly forced herself to put one foot in front of the other as her core body temperature continued to drop. Finally, however, she could go no further and she sank slowly to her knees. ''

I’ll just rest here a minute'', she thought. She sunk to the snowy ground. " ''It’s actually quite warm." ''The snow swirled around her, dusting her slight form. She was a mere 10 feet from the road. A mile to the west lay Dawnstar. A little more than a mile to the southwest was Morthal.''