Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131109210838/@comment-24142725-20131110224824

Rowan The Explorer wrote: I shall continue my story outside skyrim. To Cyrodiil.

20th of Sun's Dusk in the 4th era, 212.

The road was exhausting, but I managed to get to Cyrodiil. The way was cold muddy and dark, but I have finally been able to cross the Jerall mountains where on descending the mountain I eventually stumbled onto a town called Bruma. this is where I am now, in fact, I write this latest piece from my room in the Jerall View Inn.

Bruma is a strange town, there is snow and it looks cold but it is noticably less cold. maybe that's because i'm a nord, but I couldn't help but notice. When I walked in I saw some mer in thalmor justiciar armor pull down a statue of Talos. It made me remember that Talos couldn't be worshipped anymore. I myself didn't but i know a lot of nord brothers who did or still do. But hey, if Skyrim of all places isn't safe from the thalmor, then certainly Bruma isn't. I am surprised though they could keep it standing for so long.

But now to the juicy bit. I over heard an argument here in the Jerall View Inn, two men discussing why Bruma castle was haunted. It intreguid me. I joined in asking who was the governing party of the city. They laughed, probably because they realised i was new here. Apperently, The Carvain family moved to a manor in a different part of the city. Now the castle is owned by a certain, Baron Gernhardt. They added things like necromancy and witchcraft, but I intend to figure that out on my own,

soon, I will investigate this curious tale. The time had come. I put on my clothes and packed my things. I left early in the morning, evidenced by the fact it was still dark outside. On the streets there was only eerie silence, broken by (not so) cold the wind. I assended the steps up to the castle. It reminded me of Castle Dour, Grey stonework and all, not really a lush palace but it will surely keep attackers out. Lets hope I could get in. I stood before the gates of the castle. hmmm al i could see were keep out signs and badly made barricades, whoever did this left in a hurry. I started to get a bit frightened. It sure looked foreboding, but my curiousity got the better of me. I knocked down the wooden barricades with ease and gained enterance to the castle.

it was clear the place had seen better days, the garden was ruined, the stones had moss growing over them and some windows were broken. A wooden contraption that looked like it was built above a hole in the ground had a cord daggeling down in the darkness below that oozed from the gap. I scaffeled closer to the thing, huh, it appeared to be a mechanism that lowered people down, there was a wheel at the side. Probably to hoist it up again. I first looked down the hole, now straight down. Some pebbles from where i stood fell down, they echoed down. it certainly was a long drop. Wouldn't want to fall in that, no sir! I turned myself to the wheel. maybe if. I did not hesitate. With every turn of the wheel the contraption made a hellish noise. like the whole thing could brake and fall down the thing it was hanging over. The noise vibrated through the cord. It came closer and closer.

(eilonwyn, could you check your PS3 mssges)