Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-12599067-20140118192055

(Very well. I will attempt to describe Orsinium, but there is no gurantee it will be an accurate description.)

The group's trek towards the Dragontails was long and unforgiving, with a light drizzle seeming to foreshadow some kind of tragedy awaiting them high in the mountains. After a long journey through the Colovian Highlands, traversing across the rolling foothills and rough terrain of Chorrol County, the group found themselves standing before a great gate that led into the province of Hammerfell. A small patrol of Imperial guards sat before them, apparently having a heated argument with a merchant from Sentinel, whose carriage was stacked high with goods of all kinds.

"Forgive me for thinking like a common bandit, but am I the only one thinking about how easy it would be to steal the carriage and run?" he asked, taking a moment to observe the fact that the vegetation was thinning. Not even an hour earlier, they had been able to sneak through the underbrush with ease. Now it was getting difficult to find cover in the sparse bushes and tall grasses that dotted the landscape, and he doubted they could keep hiding like this until they reached the Dragontails. "Guys, what do you think about robbing a merchant?"