Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190524000945/@comment-24510587-20190601150332

Marr led the party on, trekking through narrow, snowed-over mountain passes. Things were cold, slippery, steep, and treacherous. On more than one occasion, a horse almost lost its footing, threatening to plummet down towards a painful death on the mountainside below them.

Eventually, though, by the next day, the conditions were starting to become less harsh and dire, and the mountains lower and less steep, until they were merely craggy foothills. Large mushrooms and other alien flora began to decorate the landscape - at least, their dark, twisted counterparts. They had made it into Morrowind.