Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20150117132657/@comment-5583506-20150128011648

Kyrie wandered down the mountain path. The same path she had seen Kashmira disappear onto. The ground was wet beneath her feet, the road was muddy, and the wind was blowing cold.

Further down the path she could see something black hanging across some pointy rocks overlooking the deep drop by the side of the mountain. At first she thought it was a Vul, planning to ambush her, so she drew Ran'Jinro's blade. Only when she got closer she realised it was a torn robe. A Vul's robe...

She hurried to the spot and grasped the robe. She could tell that it was Kashmira's. Had the Khajiit left the darkness? What worried her was that the robe had been caught by the wind and brought so close to the edge, and by the judge of the direction from whence it had blown, the only destination from where its owner could have been standing was a potruding cliff high above the deadly streams below.

Kyrie swallowed. Please, don't tell me that she...

She wandered along the rocky slopes, desperate to find out more about her findings. The Khajiit had taken the robe off and then thrown it away, it had been caught by the wind and brought to the pointy rocks from the west, and the only thing west was that potruding cliff.

The Nord stared into the ground until she became aware of some physical evidence. The road had been muddy. Along the side of the path there were still tracks, dried within the mud as if they had been taken yesterday. The footprints of a Khajiit... and they were leading to the potruding cliff. And there were none leading back.

"By the Light, no", mumbled Kyrie and headed out on the cliff.

The wind played with her hair as she stared down the heights, expecting to see the Khajiit's mangled body on some of the lower rocks. Yet there was none. Still there was the stream... leading south...

She needed closure and she knew that she had a journey awaiting her...