Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5424581-20130419221450/@comment-8248675-20130501031347

Winterhold

Breton girl accepts the offer of fire bolt, so Aros produces a fire bolt spell tome from his satchel and gives it to her.

Aros: "Fire bolt is an Aprentice level destruction spell. It's a concentration spell, so it will not produce flame stream continuously. You do it like this."

He drew his hand back a little, opened his palm slightly and a ball of flames appeared in his hand.

Aros: "Then you aim at whatever you want to shoot it at."

He then aimed skywards, making sure he wouldn't hit anything, the heat stinging his hand a bit since he is a vampire, using fire magic.

Aros: "Then, you just release it."

A burst of flames, in the shape of a streamline object had shot out of his palm into the sky.

Aros: "Now you try it, just be careful not to cause too much of destruction."

Rorikstead

Saladin looked Rothid's map over, while tuging at his beared a little. Going to Helgen, would be going away from a more straight road trough Whiterun and Easmarch, but it would be a rather direct route. Trough Helgen, goes a Falkreath road, that leads trhrough mountains, almost directly to Iverstead, the only known way up the Troat of the World.

Saladin: "It is somewhat outdated map, as I heard of some other locations that are not shown on this map. Also, I will never understand why Dragonstar is never on the map anymore. I know that city well, I heard that my mother's ancestors came from there. In anycase, we wouldn't be traveling straight trough Whiterun like that, but with luck Helgen road will take us to Iverstead faster. The only problem is Falkreath wilderness, I hear it is all what they call them? Pine forest. Tall trees that shoot to the sky, so thick, that you can barely see sunlight. The roads may be difficult to navigate there and I hear that place is theming with bandits and wild life. So I say, in the name of Hoon Ding, why not! Lets see what adventures we can find there."

He exclaimed with a joyful smile as he went over to Ebony, and produced a compass from one of the saddle bags. He looked at it for a moment.

Saladin: "Yes, that is seem to be the right direction."