Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140323001956/@comment-5735114-20140329173223

Talsakr and Eldoril continued walking silently in the blizzard, constantly looking down to ensure that they were still following the cobblestone road that was their only chance of arriving in civilization until the snow finally died down. Eldoril’s Flame Cloak still lit the snow around them with a light yellow tinge, but the spell was not made for keeping warm, and both he and Talsakr were still rather cold and numb.

The voices that both of them were now well acquainted with had stayed silent; perhaps the cold drew them away. This left Eldoril free to pursue his own thoughts.

Nobody’ll know… Who in Windhelm will listen to the College mages anyways…?

This comforting thought was quickly broken by the fact that he, too, was a College mage, and if he were accused, the Nords of Windhelm would gladly accuse him of murder.

The Nords were never big fans of mages, but ever since the new technology came about… Killing mages almost became a trend in northern Skyrim.

We’ll both need a change of clothes anyways…

Eldoril looked down at his soaked robes, and glanced over at Talsakr, who was shivering in his equally wet and cold work clothes.

“W-w-we’re al-lmost there…”, he said.

Eldoril nodded once, though he had little idea as to where they were. He squinted as a particularly strong gust of wind blew snow into their faces.

“S-s-storm d-doesn’t seem t-to be letting up, h-huh?”, Talsakr said with a slight attempt at a chuckle. “’C-‘course it’s p-pick t-tod-day to snow…”

However, as if trying to prove Talsakr wrong, the storm lightened up a little. Not significantly, but enough that their visibility was increased by a few extra feet.

“If you keep at it, Talsakr, we’ll have a drought…”

With this slight morale boost, the two continued walking forwards, Talsakr half-limping, forwards on the road as they had for such a long time.

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The Bosmer assassin was now walking away from the Imperial City, leaving the smoggy smokestacks and foul smells behind him. Of course, the technology had spread far beyond the city, but at least it wasn’t as bad. The occasional factory still showed up alongside the road, and cars frequently almost knocked the Bosmer over.

No respect for pedestrians anymore…, the Bosmer jokingly thought. It seemed as though everyone who owned a car nowadays felt it sporting to run people over as a display of their ‘superiority’.

<p class="MsoNormal">All this beautiful wilderness…, the Bosmer thought as he gazed at another factory in the distance, the black smoke pouring out of it, tainting the air. His race was particularly struck by it, as they were the most attuned to nature.

<p class="MsoNormal">Still, he couldn’t deny that technology had its upsides. It was much easier to steal when you only needed one hand for a ranged weapon…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer’s train of thought was interrupted as he narrowly dodged another car, whose presence was proclaimed by its sound far before its sight. Looking up, he saw Chorrol in the distance.