Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30797179-20161221224412/@comment-30797179-20161222231647

Valyn smirked to himself as he wrapped himself well, it was a relief not being so close to the front, and having a clear path marked out for you from the other's footprints. Valyn brandished his steel sword at his side, his round shield slung over his back, shielding his baggage. Around his waist was a steel helmet of the old imperial fasion, it was the only real armour he had.

Nykos led the company north, through similar terrain they had seen the last few days. Valyn was thankful that the blizzard was passed, he was able to see for miles and miles and what an amazing sight it was, as beautiful as it was unforgiving.

Ahead of them, Valyn could see the gigantic Throat of the World. Small wonder where it got its name, Valyn thought. It seemed to rise from the earth like a daedric princes tooth. It looked rough and formidable, like the people of Skyrim, his fathers people. Valyn glanced back, the trail slithered down an icey gulley, he could barely make out the cliff face which the cave was intruding on. He did get a good glance at the White Gold Tower, its majestic sillhouette stood proudly, like the Imperials, his mothers people. Its architecture was astonashing, he could barely believe that only a few days before he was right at the foot of it with the Dunmer.

"What is we encounter a dragon?" Valyn asked Rythus as they slugged through the snow.