Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140611170629/@comment-5735114-20140615151838

A few rather uneventful days came and went, Eldoril and the rest of his camp going through the motions like any other day. Something finally broke the boredom, however, as the meat supplies were running low. This was one of the only times in the camp Talsakr had something to preoccupy him for the whole day, so he always looked forward to it. Not enough to eat all the meat in one night, but hunting days would have made his calender, if he had one.

Happily strutting across the camp, Talsakr went from his tent to the pathetic excuse for an armory, just a thin animal pelt covering Talsakr's sword, and an Orcish axe he'd found one lucky day. Taking both, he walked over to the edge of the camp and looked over at Windhelm, the mountaintop location of his actually providing a decent view. The snow fell lightly, in just a way that made Windhelm look like a mysterious, magical place. Unfortunately, it was anything but.

Anearil, the only other mage in the camp who was capable of hunting, skipped the armory and walked right to Talsakr. She was the first mage to have found the camp, figuring out the clues instantly. Gazing out at the horizon, she too admired the rather nice view. However, when she squinted to see some movement east of it, her expression quickly changed.

"They're deploying Imperial troops to Morrowind..." Anearil whispered. She wouldn't have had much cause for worry, being a Bosmer; her homeland was right next to the Altmers'. However, she had always wanted to visit Morrowind and learn from mages there. She'd heard many a powerful being made Morrowind their home...

Talsakr, now squinting as well, saw the troops marching forwards, along with one or two Imperial vehicles. Thinking for a moment, Talsakr got what could have been either a very good or bad idea.

"We should attack."

Anearil looked over at the Nord in surprise. "And get killed, perhaps?"

"The guards will be spread thin, due to the attack on Morrowind. Besides, all of you have magic, so we can pick them off from a distance."

The Bosmer slowly shook her head. "Focus on hunting."

Sighing, Talsakr slowly descended the mountain, followed by Anearil. By the time they reached the ground, the soldiers were already out of sight, marching into the ashlands. Walking their normal route, out of the way of guards but generally coming across the animals that scarcely showed themselved in the seemingly eternal winter, both of the hunters kept an eye out for any Imperial soldiers. However, none were to be seen, and the two of them soon saw an elk in the distance.

Feeling very lucky, as it was rather uncommon that they found food this soon, Talsakr gestured to the animal and Anearil silently summoned a bound bow. Nocking an ethereal arrow in the weapon and carefully taking aim, she was surprised to see the beast fall. She soon made sense of it, however, when the animal fell fully on its left side and five iron arrows could be seen sticking out of the right side.

Bandits..., she thought, no skill.

After all, wasting five arrows on one creature was the sign of an amateur. Five bandits rounded the mountain that they were hiding behind, eager for their next meal. Arearil kept her bow pointed at where the creature once was, ready to kill the bandits, but Talsakr grabbed her bow and lowered it.

"We'll wait until nighttime," he whispered. "Get rid of them once and for all."

Anearil groaned. "Sure, you want to attack Windhelm but not a group of bandits..."

However, she let the bandits drag away what could have been their food, and the two continued on their path.

By the time they returned to the camp two hours later, they only had four small rabbits as the fruits of their labor.