Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140323001956/@comment-24449631-20140331182541

Boreau felt it. The cool breeze that seemed to pass his nose, making him half consciously trying to ‘knock’ the wind away, as if someone had blown on his Breton snout as if it was some kind of prank. For some reason Bretons always seemed to have the weirdest noses on Tamriel, though Boreau’s was pretty ‘normal’. However, It was pretty common even among themselves to laugh with their own noses.

But Boreau couldn’t care less about the shape of his hooter at the moment. He had only just slowly awoken from what seemed to be, a night spend in nature.

As he opened his eyes fully, and they had adjusted to the sunlight gleaming through the treetops he noticed they had chosen to take camp somewhere near a small stream, he could hear the water peacefully plash through the forest.

It didn’t take long before he remembered why here.

Naturally, they were pretty exhausted from climbing those mountains. He could only guess that they were so exhausted they couldn’t even reach the closest village, town or Oblivion be damned… city.



But where was here?

Boreau might be a Breton from High Rock he couldn’t possibly know every nook and cranny of the province. When he was younger he did always wanted to venture out, but the quarrels between kingdoms and city states from the days before the Adamantine Empire kind of kept it from ever happening. And after the Empire was founded he found himself a pretty important job on Balfiera… So chances seemed pretty slim.

Boreau stood up and stretched his neck. A tree trunk isn’t exactly the best head rest you could find, and Boreau felt kind of stupid he chose it as his ‘pillow for the night’

Still, could be worse. He noticed patches of nettles, just next to the tree trunk.

''Thank Y’ffre I didn’t land in those while I was sleeping… ''

After the whole cactus debacle, back in the Imperial City, Boreau had kind of had it with thorny bushes and plants.

He then turned to his left where he saw Mikasa, she was still sleeping, or well… it seemed like she was. Boreau did notice a sort of ‘restless’ look on her face. The same look she had when that witch with the purple eyes got into her mind somehow.

Boreau thought it would be wise not to wake her. She suffered more from the climb than he did. Or well that’s what it looked like.

He remembered looking down on her during the climb and seeing her face, with dark circles under the eyes and sweaty forehead. Yeah she did suffer. Probably because her constant state of burning anger took most of her energy away during the initial climb. Sure, those shadows boost the adrenaline and power of their host but only for small bursts of power not long endeavours. Which is basically their only weakness. They basically had absorbed all her energy at the time she was on the top.

Boreau almost started to feel pity for the foolish girl…