Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-12599067-20140508015954

(I actually liked Mora. Apocrypha is probably my favorite out of all the planes of Oblivion that I have visited so far, including the Shivering Isles. I hate Seekers, though. They make clones of themselves and teleport so they're right up in my face, which scares the hell out of me.)

Even with her brilliant armor and regal appearance, Volarano could've recognized the sellsword that had only months earlier been a mercenary desperate for a job anywhere.

"Good evening, Rhiannon," he said with a short nod. Eirik did the same, giving a polite welcome before climbing onto the carriage Eckbert had readied.

Morrigan, who had gathered the supplies she had needed by breaking into a general goods store with a simple Alteration spell, hurried back to the carriage and out the gates as quickly as she could. When she spotted Rhiannon, she stopped for a moment, taking a moment to take in the noble in the shining armor. She then dismissed it as just another noble who had been summoned by the Count and climbed onto the carriage, taking a seat in the corner with her cloak wrapped around her.