Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-5735114-20141212221202

Garnaril stretched as he clambered out of his little boat. He'd been stuck in that boat for a number of hours, and he was much too big for it. One day, he knew, it would tip. He'd have to buy a bigger boat. Hopefully it'd still be easy to row. Or one of those Imperial airships...

Needn't get ahead of myself...

For now, he just had to get to Windhelm. It was already dark, though it was still dangerous to travel through Cyrodiil, being a High Elf. The lights on the Imperials' cars would light him up from much further than a torch. Not as well as Magelight, he thought, but well enough. He had to avoid the Gold Road at all costs; it wasn't exactly teeming with activity, but he only had to be caught once. Plus, it lay alongside a multitude of major cities.

Garnaril heard that Chorrol was having some kind of an 'event'. That might draw attention away from some other areas, but he wasn't about to count on it. Maybe he'd hear about it more from some random traveller during the daytime before he killed him.

Life is wonderful... thought Garnaril as he began walking north, a bloodred healing spell in his left hand to light the way enough to ensure he didn't stub his toes on a rock or tree stump.