Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24449631-20140202184144

Rowan wasn't far from Cheydinhal now. The new roads the empire had built cut straight through mountains rather than those very steep and dangerous mountain trails you had before. What should've taken him days only took him a few hours now.

he had left the rain behind along with skyrim and had entered Cyrodiil. North east cyrodiil could be described as one of the last parts of the Empire that's not fallen for the Industrialisation of recent years. This however made it a region of much turmoil, The Cyrodiil-Morrowind border was competely barricaded with Imperial Coronium Steel. A metal that can absorb any magic spell cast on it. Intensive conflict could happen any time.

Maybe Morrowind already had men behind the walls. And into these northern march forests. Rowan quickly dropped that notion as it was late and he travelled alone. The only light in the forest coming from his head lights. And the candles within had almot ran out. If they did he would need to wait untill daybreak for he could venture further. But all that seemed unnecessary now. He saw lights in the distance.

Cheydinhal...

Rowan thought about the friends he left ten years ago. The amount of time they spent in this city.

As Rowan approached the city. He noticed the Imperial legion depot. not far from the east gates.

Probably, a response team if Morrowind would attack, or if the Imperials them selves did...

Rowan rode into the city, the motorcar bearly fitted on the roads in the old town. He stopped the car at the statue of Arkey, infront of the Chapel. He looked around. It didn't seem a day had passed since he last was here. He wondered why it's still so... Old, and not Industrialised like Riften.

because it was late no one ecept the guardsmen at the gates had seen him drive into the city. They looked pretty amused though, not everyday they saw one of these new fangled machines.

Rowan then got off. And pulled off his earmuffs and goggles.

''Finally. I can see and hear normally again.''

''Now... I need to find that priest.''

it was late, but Rowan knew that the chapels in Cyrodiil were always open, and the priests lived in their undercroft, so if he truelly was a priest he must be in the Chapel of Arkey now.

Rowan thought back... Nish and Eilonwyn got married here. He remembered. But he quickly turned away from that thought, for it hurt him, deeply. And went inside.