Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140623222942/@comment-24449631-20140627202240

“hmmm…” Rowan sounded a bit discombobulated as the sounds of nature flew back into his ears. It was as if he had slept for almost all eternity up to this point. Even the faintest sounds in the distance seemed to be right next to his ears. It caused him to flicker with his semi-closed eyes.

“Ugh… Wa..” He whispered softly, his throat felt incredibly soar.

The sound of seagulls and waves landing on the beach filled the air. Along with the faint sound of wind blowing through trees. The Nord seemed to have been stranded somewhere.

Rowan compared his last memories with the situation he found himself in when he passed out. His mind was quickly made up which of the two was the more agreeable.

He showed a weak smile on his face as he realised he lay in the silky sand of some beach with half of his face. He felt little grains of sand rested against his dry lips, an absolute sign he was indeed on land.

To prevent any of the sand from falling in his mouth he turned fully on his back, which took more of an effort than it actually should have.

Immediately he felt the rays of the bright sun glare right through his eyelids, causing him to tighten them even more.

“Ah… The sun is shining at least…” He noticed. Meaning the stormy weather was over.

It wasn’t the sun he knew from Skyrim. No, this one was one hundred percent warmth. Unlike Skyrim, where it still felt kind of chilly even if you walked directly in the sunlight.

As much as he hated the idea he couldn’t stay, wherever ‘here’ was, forever. He didn’t even know how this place looked like.

He guessed he had stranded near the goldcoast of Cyrodiil, which is where they were closest to  when the drakkar was destroyed.

Rowan slowly opened his eyes as he pushed himself up from his elbows.

The light flowed in at an unmerciful fast pace which made him wince a bit. Also causing him to use his right hand as a shield for a few seconds.

When he had fully adjusted he looked out over a giant still ocean. The water was almost heavenly blue and extremely calm for goldcoast territory.

“Is this Hammerfell?” He wondered in response of the first “snippets of information” he was given by circumstance.

He saw how his feet were still pretty wet and partly in sea. It was weird, only when he saw, he started to feel it. His legwraps were a bit loosened, which made them uncomfortably squidgy.

<p class="MsoNormal">He took a deep breath as sat a bit more straight up.

<p class="MsoNormal">The taste of salty seawater still sat in the back of his throat, which made him crave for something to wash it down with. Perhaps there was a tavern nearby. A weird thing to ask maybe, after narrowly surviving a shipwreck, a murder and a suicide, but Rowan had seen worse. He had done worse…

<p class="MsoNormal">A cold shiver went down his spine when he realised his sword wasn’t there anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked down at his side… gone.

<p class="MsoNormal">It must’ve escaped him when he was in the water. This made Rowan grumble a bit. He had sort gotten over his Family’s death, but still… That silver sword was a family heirloom. Not easily replaceable, in any situation.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Great, just great…” The Riftener sounded slightly angered by the fact.

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked at his other side, because maybe by some bizarre chance it would be there, as he already feared it wasn’t. Only the piece of wood that had saved his life lay there, stuck in the sand.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord helped himself up. A bit wonky as his legs felt like they were merely bones with no meat on them.

<p class="MsoNormal">His back ached like hell as he stood up. It seemed that with every step closer to full, his health seemed to take a step backwards.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah, Mara what did I do to deserve this…” He sounded as he leaned forwards on his knees.

<p class="MsoNormal">I just wish I was home, in Skyrim, and not here… Wherever here is 

<p class="MsoNormal">He thought.

<p class="MsoNormal">It made him realise he better turned and faced the lands themselves and not the ocean in front of him, which wasn’t going to tell him anything.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he turned around the first thing he noticed was that the beach wasn’t as long as he thought it was, giant trees with pink leaves adorned the short beach strip.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wow…” Rowan sounded a bit amazed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ve never seen trees like this before…” He said as he slowly walked his way over to one.

<p class="MsoNormal">And he thought Skyrim’s pine trees were tall.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he leaned against one of them, he realised just how nice they smelled. He looked up and saw how tiny pink leaves blew off and drifted off in the cool breeze of the wind.

<p class="MsoNormal">The sound of exotic birds could be heard originating from the tops, yet none of them seemed to show himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">With his gaze fixed on the top of the trees he needed to be careful when waking forward. He could trip over loose branches.

<p class="MsoNormal">But it wasn’t some loose branch that stopped him. Before he walked right into it; he was stopped by the tip of a sword. His silver sword to be exact. Rowan, still a bit out of it, followed the tip up to the grip which was in the hands of a tall mer in gold armour.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I believe this is yours.” He seemed to smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan suddenly realised where he was.

<p class="MsoNormal">“oh no…” he sounded inwardly

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord found himself on the Isle of Summerset.

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