Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-12599067-20140205003645

(Looks interesting. Perhaps I will join when this is over.)

Their ascent into the snowy mountains was rather quick, given that the City of Kings was right on the edge of Eastmarch, but it was not without worry that the group pushed onwards. Although no man or beast challenged their journey into Winterhold, nothing but a horrible uneasiness filled their hearts, and it was not misplaced. As they marched onwards through the mountains, a snowstorm kicked up, obscuring their vision as they rolled along.

"I don't like the look of this," Makoru said quietly, looking up to the dark skies as they neared their goal. Suddenly and without warning, an arrow imbedded itself in the side of the carriage, mere inches from Daithi's arm. With a war cry that was nearly inaudible in the roar of the churning blizzard, an Imperial patrol descended upon them from a mountain path, swords raised and arrows drawn.