Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140627212624/@comment-23371555-20140702143731

Shreds-Many-Prey jumped over the side of the main bridge and shimmied along the edge until he reached the other side a few minutes later. Bracing his mind for what he was about to do, he released his grip on the bridge's edge and quietly landed in the shallows near the Assemblage. The frozen temperature of the river kept him from passing out from overwhelming fear. He quickly clambered onto the docks and got his bearings. There were no Dremora in sight. They had probably dismissed the notion that intruders would come through the slums. He clambered up the wall and did a quick survey of the situation. It appeared that a small army of Dremora had just emerged from the Dark Anchor and another of Molag Bal's children hadn't organized them as of yet. This would be the perfect time to strike. He then noticed a light in the far distance. The light from a lighthouse. A plan formed in his mind and five minutes later he climbed back onto the main bridge to tell the Peacekeeper his idea. "We could take a detour to the lighthouse in the distance and fake sending a signal with the flame.  The Daedra are bound to notice eventually and send a detachment to investigate.  We then trek back to Windhelm, effectively bypassing the patrol sent to the lighthouse and make our way into the city via the slums."