Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140729234006/@comment-24449631-20140730112245

The dry but grassy fields of the Cyrodiil-Hammerfell border were long behind Elise, who now had to deal with the hazardous terrain of the Colovian Highlands.

Not an easy feat with a carriage full of easily breakable research material.

Everytime she rode over a rough patch she felt a shiver go down her spine as if she heard something break down at the back. She had to relieve her stress a bit. And camp out. Check if everything was still in order.

The Breton slightly tug the reins to halt Magie who by the way was doing everything at a snail's pace anyway. The highlands weren't exactly ideal racing grounds. In fact, most of the time there was no suitable grounds at all. Just steep moutain ranges she had to reshape with allteration magic. The only way she could possible get into Hammerfell without traveling the main roads.