Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24524076-20160803200831/@comment-24524076-20160903134154

(Thanks, Moonunitiv, I run a loose-ruled, entirely narrative, make-it-up-as-we-go tabletop thing in the same vein as Insanity, so I'm used to handling these sorts of situations.)

''The smell of brinewater and the clifftop metropolis on the horizon indicate Faralda is in Haafingar. Solitude seems like a place where one could find a decent inn, and the Thalmor powers-to-be there aren't exactly crawling out of the woodwork. But first, a warning should be established to any travelers and other passerby... troll heads on pikes do that just fine. A hop, skip, and a jump away and she's now in Solitude. It's rare she visits here, and the sights are positively wonderful.''

''As soon as she walks through the gates, The Winking Skeever presents itself as an opulent resting place... though, the headquarters of the Thalmor are barely any distance away, and she has the means to sneak in...''

''After establishing a room at the inn and getting some supper, Faralda sets out to the Headquarters as twilight draws to a close into a black midnight. Standing at the front gate, though, she begins to have second thoughts...''

[Out-of-Character note: Ok, guys, I'm trying to avoid the Thalmor for now. I get it, they're assholes and you want to screw with them, but eventually you're gonna do something stupid and get yourself killed, and I'd prefer it's not at the hands of the Thalmor, for the sake of avoiding going full-circle. If I didn't have such reservations, the agent you endlessly messed with would have killed you several times over by now. Please stop.]