Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140104000557

(And what if none of their souls were saved? They went to their maker, impeccably shaved...)

Manja arrived in Cyrodiil, just north of Bravil. She threw the bush over he head with a sigh of relief.

I made it...

"Where are we?" A familiar voice asked, poking his head out of a nearby bush and peering around.

"Cyrodiil... just north of Bravil." Manja explained, through gritted teeth as she stepped out and glanced around for the dirt road. She had no idea why this crazy cat was following her around...

The khajit skipped over the boarder, looking back on a branch that had snagged his boot. "Ha, that stupid werelion won't be able to get us now!"

"Why not? There's nothing physically blocking him..." Manja muttered, growing more frustrated as the dirt road was nowhere to be found.

"Well, there are no werelions in Cyrodiil." The khajit beamed, catching up her with a stupid grin on his face.

"What, do you think that it'll see boarder patrol and piss itself? They don't naturally belong here but there's nothing physically stopping them from hopping the boarder!" She explained as she set off, trying to find the dirt road and save herself from this fool.