Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-8209010-20130702234430/@comment-5320677-20130708113954

Glaedr and Arya began riding off to Riverwood (it's still there right? or do I have to make up a town |:)

"Well this is rather uneventful" said Arya frustratedly

"I know, compared to New Helgen this road leading from it is prety tame"

"Thats not what I meant... Wait, what's that?" Asked Arya pointing to the rising pillar of smoke

"I don't know but we should check it out" replied Glaedr. They turned their horses Sahdowmere and Frost toward the column of black smoke and spurned them into a gallop. After about 5 minutes (because these Horses are realistical and can gallop for longer then 30 seconds) they reached a trade caravan or what WAS a trade caravan before it was attacked by orcish marauders. The pair drew their bows and began taking shots in smooth calcuated movements of course to anybody watching they were doing it with extreme speed and almost no effort to strike the hearts of the orcs. When the orcs started closing in they both drew their daggers and dove toward the orcs nearest their positions. Thrusting the daggers into the orcs hearts, and drew their blade.s they were exactly the same... The blades were known as Alduins Wings Ironically they were not black but silvery in color straight as stick and sharper than a High Elf on Skooma... They were only usable by them as when lost they returned back to their scabbards. Glaedr and Arya were fighting like one person jabbing and slashing, the blood flew like the leaves in autumn and eventually most of the orcs were slain and the rest were running for the hills.

(sorry for the one long paragraph... I just woke up and is tired... Coffe monster fee me)