Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24449631-20140213184420

Boreau thought back to yesterday. When he found the lifeless body of the Lord Emperor. It came as quite a shock for him. He had known Eren before he was Emperor. When he the Arch Mage of Camlorn. And as a train of thought goes, Boreau now started thinking back to Camlorn. He had a pretty good youth there. He smiled as he remembered that he and his friends used to steal apples from a market stall by means of telekinesis. One day though he focussed on the wrong apple and moved the wrong one resulting in the entire pile falling to the ground. Or that time when they created magical fireworks for the first time and almost set Dame Velacourt’s hair on fire. An old crow who was always spying on her neighbours. The day we had the Fireworks she, as always, peaked over her fence. One of the fireworks flew right at her exploding in her face. No physical harm done but she still called out for a medicine man.

After some more fond memories of his youth, Boreau finally again thought back to yesterday.

"… And how do you expect us to get to Cheydinhal huh?"

"With a spy of course!"

"If you lot would have helped we would still have had the city!"

"Gentlemen, debating the past isn’t going to get us everywhere!"

''Boreau looked as he saw the ‘wise’ Arch Mages fight with each other. It annoyed him deeply, especially because he had known the Lord much longer than any of them. After a minute or so he finally had enough of it and said.''

"I’ll go!"

The mages all looked at Boreau.

''"What?" Arch mage of Mournhold added.''

"I’ll go… You said we needed a spy… to get inside of the Imperial Empire"

''The mages weighed their options. A few seconds later they all came to the same verdict.''

"ok…" the Arch mage of Daggerfall said

"But. Have you ever ventured beyond High Rock?"

"No, my Arch Mage" Boreau said quickly but Firmly

"And you really think you have what it takes?"

<p class="MsoNormal">"Yes, my Arch Mage…"

<p class="MsoNormal">…

<p class="MsoNormal">"Alright. But know this… When you venture beyond the Adamantine Empire. You are on your own..."

<p class="MsoNormal">"…Be on your guard at all times and trust no one." Boreau, eventually, silently muttered to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked up from his carriage. and looked in awe as he saw the mountain ranges of The Reach loom in the distance.

<p class="MsoNormal">"You sure you want to go to the Empire son?" the old driver asked him. He obviously noticed that was Boreau’s goal.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Zut! I need to make an excuse now'' Boreau quickly though

<p class="MsoNormal">"Yes, I’m going across the border to visit a cousin." Boreau lied pretty gracefully, he hoped.

<p class="MsoNormal">The driver was quiet for a while. But eventually decided to ask him more questions. This bothered Boreau a bit, but I guess he could see it as training for his Alibi. Don’t want to fuck up if I’m caught.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Border between Skyrim and High Rock was only loosely guarded. Many regular folk uses it as the sole trading route between the Empires, but it was still dangerous. If you were caught, by either side, Meaning the High Rock battlemages or the Imperial legion. All your goods would be confiscated and maybe you were even incarcerated, or worse…

<p class="MsoNormal">It bothered Boreau that even an old man could see what his intentions were. He had to be careful now. And hope that he wouldn’t be reported.

<p class="MsoNormal">"So what’s your cousin doing in the Empire"

<p class="MsoNormal">"She’s a smith in Markarth… She didn’t want to leave her business so she stayed in the Empire"

<p class="MsoNormal">"oh I see… Well I wish you the best of luck trying to get ‘cross the border" the driver concluded.

<p class="MsoNormal">Boreau sincerely hoped, the old man meant what he said. That he would go and report him at the nearest guard post.

<p class="MsoNormal">Boreau sighed…

<p class="MsoNormal">Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all… he thought, overcome with nervous stress