Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-10197675-20140830200926

(Still cannot decide if I like Peter Capaldi or not… anyways back to the matters at hand…)

Finally after gathering some supplies Mautarn decided to head back to his shack, as the day was getting quite old. So forth the old Redguard slowly made his way out of Riften and along the Main road eastwards.

The wind seemed to be picking up as the darkness started to descend and the bright shine of Secunda and Masser lit up the surrounding woodland and vegetation. Mautarn could feel the eeriness of the nearby trees as they violently shacked in the raging winds, he had lifted his hood over his head, mainly to try and keep warm, but also to try and keep himself unseen, as queer creatures start appearing in the wilderness as night starts to settle in. But never the less the Redguard walked onwards quickly moving his walking stick back and forth.

The Redguard had past the bush, of which he saw the head, but only this time the head was not there, maybe wolves or foxes had scavenged it, or maybe witches had collected it…

Anyhow the Redguard was now starting to near his shack as he entered the woods that surrounded it, so forth Mautarn swiftly entered the it locking the door behind him, immediately he then lit the fire as he started to cook his supper within the now warm, cozy and glowing shack, that stood out quite well, in the dense and dark woods.