Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140330115358/@comment-24449631-20140414145616

It was morning, or at least, Rowan thought it was. And he had faith in his biological clock being precise on this one.

Because his bed was close to the outer wall of the inn he could, if he was careful, hear what was going on outside. Bruma was a quiet town, especially in the morning so it would be logical that he didn’t hear much. But there it was, the sign he was listening for:

A rooster, greeting the coming dawn.

It was most definitely morning. He was glad that he hadn’t overslept at least. But now came the hardest part, Leaving the bed. He had taken a whole night to make it warm with his body temperature, but now he had to leave it. Step back into the cold inn, of which he had succeeded himself that night.

As he slowly pushed the sheets off him it didn’t seem all that bad. Until he got up. As he planted his feet on the cold wooden floorboards. He was once again fully reunited with the land of the wakened.

Olav’s tap and tack floorboards worked better then cold lake Honrich water. I’ll tell you that.

Rowan wobbled across the room to his clothes, which had turned ice cold as well. So he put them on with a sore frown and hoped they’d warm up soon.

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After a strong breakfast and his clothes had warmed up Rowan was ready to venture the world yet again.

He left the Inn and immediately stepped into the fresh snow that had been falling. The crunchy sound it made under his weight was somehow pleasing to him. Snow did fall in Riften in the Winter, but it wasn’t like, say Dawnstar or Bruma… Where snow was almost constant.

He then saw an Imperial city guard almost on some ice, just at the east gate. T’was quite a funny sight. He obviously was a new member of the guards here in Bruma.

With a smile on his face Rowan passed the guard that now leaned on his spear that he had stuck quite firmly into the ground as a support.

"Morning." Rowan said.

"Where do you think you’re going?" the guard then said quite angrily.

"Eum…" The question kind of surprised Rowan. He thought it was pretty obvious.

"Outside?"

<p class="MsoNormal">"I wouldn’t recommend that." The guard then said. A bit more calmly, but still quite on edge.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Why not?" Rowan asked surprised.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Haven’t you heard of the oblivion gates?"

<p class="MsoNormal">"The what?"

<p class="MsoNormal">"The oblivion gates… gates to oblivion itself."

<p class="MsoNormal">He cleared his throat.

<p class="MsoNormal">"They’ve sprung up all across Tamriel after the assassination of the Emperor!"

<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh…" Rowan felt quite dumb now.

<p class="MsoNormal">"No I didn’t know that. Thank you."

<p class="MsoNormal">"Travel outside the city gates is not advised" The guard added.

<p class="MsoNormal">"I see." Rowan said as he hung his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">What bad luck this is. First time in Cyrodiil and now this. However, the idea did seem interesting. And as much as he hated to admit it. Rowan was intrigued.

<p class="MsoNormal">But it would be best not to ask anymore questions. The guard seemed pretty uneasy about the whole thing.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan nodded.

<p class="MsoNormal">"I appreciate your advice. But I really need to go… euh. Chorrol."

<p class="MsoNormal">"Well I can’t stop you." The guard answered.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Just be safe."

<p class="MsoNormal">"Don’t worry. I can take care of myself.” Rowan said determined as he tapped with his hand on the pommel of his sword."

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