Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160128011802/@comment-3293219-20160129230732

Talin lead his group out of the tavern, turning his back on it for the last time. Though some eventful things happened there, he didn't feel any attatchement to it, not like that place in Morthal.

Gods... That felt like a lifetime ago...

They travelled across the province of the cat people with little difficulty, running into a few threats, which could be easily taken down, due to their large numbers and skill. At one point, they struggled to take on trolls as a group of eight and now, they were able to take down werelions, even when seperated.

With only a mile or two to go, Talin felt like they were making good time, though his pace began to slow down as he felt that something was... off...

The environment made his skin crawl, like he could feel eyes, fixated on him and his people. He didn't like it, not one bit but he kept quiet about it as he made his way through the jungle, cautiously, towarsd the Valenwood boarder.

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Meanwhile, at the village, a lone traveller stepped in. He was a wood elf, quite young and well groomed. Though his clothes were little more than rags. He carried a letter in his hand and was heading straight to the tavern, looking for Naomi.

He stepped inside, looking for the Half-Breed in question, though he doesn't seem to know who he should be looking for. Eventually he gives up...

"Naomi Skyborn?" he called out, hoping ot get her attention.

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Jude approached the village, with a dozen or so dead squirrels hanging from his waist. They weren't short on food but the Dunmer felt it imperative to get away from his people and to get some alone time.

No, not... that kind of alone time...

He traversed the wilderness for hours and returned home with a dozen or so trophies to show his triumphant conquest.