Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191215223703/@comment-25828117-20191220013043

Pip urged Winny to be quiet. They really had to be now.

The ground trembled under the synchronized pounding of the armies boots as they advanced westward on the Gold Road.

Burgundy red banners showing a radiant sun were carried by men at the front, while an army of Daedric footsoldiers stepped in lockstep behind them. They moved like a machine almost.

Pip held a hand in front of his mouth, and of Winny's. Having dismounted her just now.

Kashya could see the banner representing the ancient Mythic Dawn cult. These Daedra seemed like Dremora only smaller. Humanoid but twisted in subtle ways. They were invaders led by mortal traitors. On their way to their next conquest.

"That depends. In Bruma the snow can stay on the ground and grow into a thick blanket in which you can lose your feet." The lad explained. It was odd to explain something so basic.

"Now...."

He looked on as the specks of white disappeared almost immediately as they touched the ground.

"... It's too warm still for it to linger. Think of it as... Slow rain."