Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-5583506-20150712121651

For a long and bumpy ride the carriage rolled over the main road through the mountain pass, revealing faraway sights for the curious to behold. In the distance stood the unmistakable silhouette of the White-Gold Tower, covered in mist and shadow. They had just crossed over the border. From this height almost every eyesight in Cyrodiil could be beheld. To the far west between Chorrol and Kwatch lay the newly re-opened Crimson Academy, the place to be for any aspiring or would-be alchemists.

Anjhari gazed out from the carriage at the old building couldn't help but reflecting over the what Cordius' had thought of the moments before he died, seeing as the old man had been an alchemist. Had he prayed to let his death be swift? Or had he regretted his life decision of pursuing the alchemical arts? She knew a bit about alchemy and how to concoct potions and brews herself. At least primitive enough so that they could be used to heal wounds... or dull the mind...

Whenever she had her visions they sapped all the stamina and energy from her, depending on their severity. They were the main reason why she was so tired the majority of the hours she spent awake. Her mother had warned her about it.

''The sights will take their toll on you, sweet child... ''she had told her.

She could just pray and hope that this case wouldn't be any more exhausting than the previous ones.

The carriage rolled down on the Red Ring Road and took steered to the left, heading to south-eastern Cyrodiil. Leyawiin wasn't far away, but judging from the weather and the light of day. They wouldn't be there until nightfall...