Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-25020300-20141027043652

Leimlik, Sygyor, and the rest all holed up into a small cave on the shore of the Pale. The blizzard covered their tracks for the most part, but they still had to hide themselves from the occasional ships which sailed not far from the shore.

"What do we do now?" Sygyor asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine, I don't know anyplace safe enough to go anymore."

"Indeed, it seems all of Tamriel has fallen apart."

"Skyrim overtaken by feuding kings, Cyrodil after us, the Thalmor reaking havoc in the southern provinces, and who knows what's going on in the east."

"Yes... Who knows indeed..." Sygyor had spied a boat not far from where they sat. It would take some work, but it could be salvageable.

"You know, it might just be the only choice we have." They both got up, called the guard, and set to work on the boat. They were soon to be eastbound.

(Note, they won't actually make it out of Skyrim, I still have more plans for them)