Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140714131430/@comment-10197675-20140724125146

(By the way I probably won’t be on for a week or so after this post (except tomorrow maybe) going to be in Austria.)

Meanwhile on the outskirts of the settlement of Bruma…

Both the Nord and Breton were now on their way as they headed southwards into Cyrodiil. Wolfsgaurd now had a weapon; thus making the company feel a slight sense of safety of which they did not have whilst traveling from Ivarstead to Bruma, therefore this made the journey not as stressful for the two, as they progressed through the Imperial land.

However the prodigious feeling of safety does not mean that the ever existent presence of danger is constantly absent, for evil and danger are always apparent in these rather courageous lands. And in Tamreil no one can escape the great grasp of risk and peril, so forth proved in the past and the present of Tamreil’s age, consequently heroes and villains will always fall and rise.

Wolfsgaurd moved swiftly as he paced along in front of Bradriel, the Breton always struggling to keep up with the Nord, however she had improved upon her clothing whilst in Bruma rather than some tattered rags she now wore resilient leggings as well as a sturdy leather chest plate with strong leather gauntlets, and upon her head a loose leather cap. This armor might have not improved the Breton’s stamina, but it did make her more flexible, which did help as she followed the Nord around jagged and rough pathways. As for the Nord he still wore the same shrouded armor he had worn on his way towards Ivarstead, it was robust armor that he could trust in any climate.

Large trees now started to surround the two as they advanced into the Great Forest.

Wolfsgaurd spoke quietly to the Breton, “Be careful Bradriel, there’s many queer folk amidst these parts, trust is a thing that is quite rare... so basically don’t go near anyone you see.” The Breton acknowledged the Nord with a brisk nod as she followed him into the Forest…