Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24449631-20140217180324

Boreau had left Helgen, just an hour ago and he sighed as he finally saw it. The Skyrim-Cyrodiil border in the Jerall Mountains, via the Pale Pass. The mountain was still pretty steep. It reminded him of the Draudach mountains from not two days ago.

Luckely enough there isn't any border patrol 'round these parts

It didn't take long or the pine forests of the northern Jerall mountains started to fade away as the snowy peaks come into view. In the distance he could see a sign. An old sign. it read:

'A warm welcome awaits you in Cyrodiil.'

He chuckled as he read it.

I bet

Not too long after, he reached the top, and turning point of the mountains. On doing so he saw Cyrodiil in all it's glory. A vast valley that streched on for miles, as far as the eye can see. And in the middle of it all. A slim long tower.

probably the White-Gold Tower

Rowan looked to the east.

''Down there, somewhere... Is Cheydinhal. Covered in those thick forests. ''

The forests of Cheydinhal county were mostly march and swamplands. Machinery couldn't get to them so easily, so it was deffinatly one of the more preserved areas of Cyrodiil. This is also why Black March is so untouched still. Poor elves of Valenwood though. Those trees are the best one can find. It's no secret that woodcutting has begun in the Northern parts of the Province... All for just a little fuel. But it wasn't really the empire who decided it, oh no. It were the money-hungry businessmen and women of the Empire, they controlled most of the Empire now. The Empire is just a front, so to speak, the real strings are pulled by the corporations. In some way, Boreau felt sad for the Emperor for agreeing with Beauman Gedrik all those years ago. He could have prevented this. As for Beauman himself... well, let's just say he couldn't bare with what he had started. It was only after three weeks that they found his corpse though.

In the west, one could see Chorrol from miles away. huge clouds of smoke coming from in the middle of the Great forest.

In front of him lay Bruma. In a barren snowy wasteland dotted with tree stumps.

He had arrived in Cyrodiil alright. He once again straightend his back and walked over the border and into the heart of the Empire.