Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140323001956/@comment-24449631-20140330190012

Up and Over.
Up on this mountain there was no sound but the wind, restlessly flying over the ground, echoing over the grey and mossy stone. It was as though the god of wind and nature Kynareth herself was angry. And with every step Boreau made the weather seemed to get worse.

As well as his mood. Boreau had been walking up the Druadach Mountains for over half a day now, bringing ‘her’ closer and closer to the throne.

It made him sad even though it was his duty. He just hoped that once they got there, they’d have a way to somehow cure her of this… Disease. This Illusion.

"sigh…"

The Druadachs looked almost identical from Skyrim’s side as they did on High Rock’s. Funny enough they hadn’t run into any guards yet. No border patrols or battlemages. No nothing…

This was either really good. Or really bad.

But for Boreau it didn’t really matter anymore. He just guided her. Hoping he’d be done with it soon.

"We’re nearly at the top." Boreau said with indifference.

"Just so you know…"

He looked down at Mikasa. Seeing her struggle with the climb of the steep mountains.

He seemed to enjoy seeing her struggle. The bitch…

"You Alright?" he asked with false intrest.

