Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190418223601/@comment-5543592-20190426151109

They rode on. The landscape was not harsh, but it looked it underneath the off-gray skies and under the faded light.

The wind was dead. It was not chilling, here on the lake. It felt hot, uncomfortable, like breath down the back of your neck.

It created tension, and Cade anxiously rode with a hand on his mace. Lake Rumare wasn't far out of sight. Each time they crested a hill they could see it. But no Alrithos. Somewhere between there and where they were a Daedric Titan should have been waiting.