Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131104175500/@comment-10197675-20131108173918

Cleingle had now been running for a day or two without rest, he was located in the Jerall Mountains on the Northen border of Cyrodiil, he was starting to wonder what he was doing and what his plan is at this point in time. He sat down on a peak of a mountain and started to think.

(Can one of you guys update me with what is going on, it will take me hours to read all the past comments)