Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.204.129.210-20140420184611/@comment-71.61.177.24-20140507153635

(Looking at this map, it looks like there is no place where the hunter's directions are correct - not on the road, at any rate. Although the nature of the hunter's directions would imply that the character is going south from the Winterhold area, there is no crossroads on the road from Winterhold that is arranged such that a right takes you to Whiterun and going ahead takes you to Windhelm, and at any rate the terrain you saw when you left the vent was not Winterhold terrain. As Riften was the city that the experimenter reccomended visiting, and the Rift is the Hold that seems to be characterized by birch trees, then I am going to say that the crossroads we just took must be the crossroads north of the spot between Ivarstead and Shor's Stone, and that the hunter said that taking the left would lead to Whiterun and the right to Windhelm. We are therefore heading northwest towards Whiterun.)

You decide to name the cat Colm. You turn to it with a firm look in your eye to discourage anything fishy. "Now, look here," you say. "You can't go following me around and expect to just be called "the sabre cat". I'm not going to go around saying "the sabre cat this, the sabre cat that". So you're getting a name, and it's Colm. You are Colm. Do you understand that?" The sabre cat blinks at you, not obliviously, but nearly so. You repeat its new name at it and gesture towards it, hoping it will catch on. It twitches an ear. Unsure if the cat understands anything you're saying, you try a command. "Colm, sit." Colm throws you a look of utter disdain, but lies down in the road. You make a mental note not to give Colm dog commands and head along the road. You come to another crossroads, with a right and left fork. Judging by the position of the sun, it's sometime before noon; the right fork heads more to the east than the left. Do you:

A: Turn right

B: Turn left

- WorshipsMeridia