Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140126175913

(Well, the thing is, whenever I plan on doing something, I somehow get sucked into doing something else. It's quite annoying.)

The carriage rolled steadily onward, as the roads were relatively clear of bandits due to the unrest brewing in Hammerfell. The trip towards Skyrim was rather quiet, with Jack scribbling away in his journal and Makoru in a deep sleep, but the darkened sky and complete silence of the wilds spoke of something horrible waiting to happen. They had only just crossed the border into the pine forests of Falkreath when they spotted trouble ahead. A trio of carriages adorned with Imperial Legion banners were stopped along the side of the road, with one carriage tilted slightly to one side due to a broken wheel.

"Stroggvir, stop the cart," Jack ordered, growing pale the longer he looked at the carriage. There was a small group of people milling about, either keeping a vigilant eye on the forests or talking to one another, although Jack couldn't tell what they were saying. "I don't think they've seen us yet. If we stop now, we may be able to get the drop on them," he added, eyes locked on the caravan.