Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-3293219-20131229210317

Nish walked along the road, around the outskirts of lake Rumare.

The lake sparkled like a bed of diamonds, as the son shone on it from the highest point in the sky, it glistened for as far as the eye can see.

The wilderness was to their right, it went on for miles, nothing but trees, animals, plants and monsters, it would continue for miles until it reached The West Weald and could no longer be referred to as "the Cyrodiilic wilderness."

Nish glanced back to his left, wishing that they could spend a day in the wilderness, uncovering it's many secrets. Perhaps one day they would be able to, living by the sea or by that lake near Cheydinhal would surround them with all sorts of magnificent wonders, that they could go out, probe them and be home in time for dinner. The breton suddenly noticed the hollowed out ruin of a, pretty modern, building. It was most likely an inn, that looked like it had exploded and been left for the wilderness to reclaim.

The wilderness let no time go to waste, when it came to reclaiming it's land as it quickly left it's mark on the building. As if it was desperate to build something ontop of it, no matter how rushed or untidy it was. Vines climbed the stone walls and wrapped around the windows, hanging on for dear life as they noticed an irregularity in the strange shape of the wall, the moss clung to the bottom, knowing it's place and the animals and flower used the center of the building to nest.

Nish heard a noise, under his boot. He had stood on something hard, that clearly wasn't part of the original scenery, a wooden sign post of sorts...

He brushed it off to see an inn's sign, it said "All things alchemical."

Nish laughed as he looked back. I wonder if Lilly or C'laro lived there... He thought, remembering their track records...