Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20140102003547

(Since no one's around, it's time for a B-story!)

Makoru made surprisingly good time considering the rain hindered his ability to see. Of course, he had been chased along the way by a collossal spider (as he was horribly afraid of regular spiders, he would naturally be terrified by one the size of a small horse) and had ran until he thought his lungs would explode. By sheer dumb luck, it was only a ten minute walk until the city of Wayrest appeared through the downpour, and he was able to hire a carriage just outside the great port city.

Now he was rollling along the road towards Hammerfell, with no company but a few strangers and the carter. He felt nothing but remorse as the carriage pushed onward to his desert homeland, and he worried without end about what would happen upon his return. Who now sat upon his throne? Would his 'treachery' be remembered? It was too much to think about, and he ended up settling for leaning against the side of the wooden carriage, and finally passed into a light doze as they rolled on towards the desert.