Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140323001956/@comment-24449631-20140330195424

Boreau merely rolled his eyes.

He should’ve known she’d answer something like that, but in the end, like I said before. It didn’t matter.

As Boreau looked up again he saw the Evening Sun gleam over the mountain back. Colouring the skies orange and like a day of last seed.

Soon he’d be back in High Rock.

Finally.

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He was strong enough to pull through the exhaustion and reach the summit/turning point of the mountains.

The thought alone of seeing it was enough to fill him with a fragment of hope. Something he was in dire need of.

As he picked up his pace he saw the sunlight more and more until suddenly.

It was right there… In his eyes.

He had to shield himself of the blinding evenings star for just a moment by holding his hand up, in front of his eyes.

But soon he was able to see it.

Down below…

High Rock.

Down at his left he saw the Iliac bay with their destination in the middle of it all. The island of Balfiera. But if he looked straight ahead, down into the lands he saw lush greenery stretching on for miles. Plains and views that couldn’t have been possible anymore in Cyrodiil. He even saw a little town now and then. If he looked closely. If he looked up he saw the Worthgarian mountains where Orsinium lay. He knew that behind those Camlorn, his hometown, was located. Oh how he wished he could go there right now.

“ahh…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Boreau breathed deeply, as if the air had somehow all of a sudden gotten a lot cleaner.

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