Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140512193524/@comment-24123288-20140515103446

(Then, I shall skip time!)

For hours Julie trudged along the desert sands, heading to the North East. She hadn't come across any cities yet, so she assumed she was in Elsewyr, and soon enough her assumptions proved true.

The sand and harsh sunlight finally gave way to the humid jungles.

Which was worse.

Julie sighed in her head, feeling her hair frizz up already. She furiously pawed at it, smoothing it down every two minutes as her frustration mounted. Rustlings could be heard withing the trees occasionally, along with the calls of many different birds. The Dunmer was so focused on saving her first friend however, that she barely paid any attention to them. Still, her hand rested on the hilt of her katana as a precaution.

Even more hours later, the terrain started to get more swampy as she crossed from the land of the khajiit, onto the edge of the land of the Argonians. Her face fell to one of sadness as she remembered the horrors of the screams of several dying beastfolk as they burned under Telemachus and his blasted airship...