Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-10197675-20140906214622

(That annoying moment when YouTube starts buffering on a music track… I mean c’mon, it’s not like there’s a video to buffer is there)

Meanwhile astray of the road from Ivarstead to Riften a mage pondered within his shack…

Mautarn had found himself wrapped in more and more books about the lost race of the Dwemer in the previous couple of days, he wondered about there very being and how they went about their life, from the creations of large underground cities such as Blackreach, to the making of formidable and dangerous machines such as a Dwemer Centurion, this race was most surly an intelligent one. But Mautarn wanted to find out more… what really led to their disappearance… was it intentional. The Redguard was desperate to find out.

And so forth he decided to travel Skyrim to explore the many Dwemer Ruins that harbour the country, and maybe after that he may start to travel the continent, but anyhow the Redguard hoped to approach this small effort of research with a sense of ardour, as he wanted to find the missing pieces of quite a large and complex puzzle. So for he would need to be quite tranquil, so he could remain sane… or else matters could stretch quite afar if he fails to keep a clear head…

The Redguard had had no real aims in life before hand, but now he had conjured one that he would go to death to achieve.