Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191001220546/@comment-7262318-20191015203944

"We'll try..."

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The group consisting of Brynhilde, Smith, Utahsi, Quen, Eryna, Hagen, Shagra, and Kazrris rode out towards Dragon Bridge. The trip itself took almost the entire day, with the sun halfway down on the horizon by the time they reached the bridge leading into the small hamlet. The bridge itself had been heavily militarized and warded off, with two small wooden turrets erected on either side of it, and a sentry in each one. Wooden Barricades dotted the landscape as they rode towards it.

At the base of the bridge, a pair of Legion swordsmen stood at the base of both turrets, while a portly Imperial man in even larger robes stood at the mouth of the bridge, looking over a sheet of papers in one hand and a quill in his other hand.

"Company name or Head-Mercant's name, please," He called out to them, a skeptical look coming over him as he saw the group drawing closer. They didn't look like a caravan.

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Meanwhile, the other group managed to reach Morthal, comprised of Vordel, Jessie, Leyt, Ayane, and Nyx rode southward towards Morthal. At the same time of the other groups arrival to Dragon's Bridge, they were still trekking through the mud and steep, watery terrain of Hjaalmarch. The horses had moved slowly, their legs getting stuck on more than one occassion.

"You know... I'm starting to think maybe we should have gone to Dragons Bridge," Jessie huffed, her abdomen and face covered in the remains of mud. Her horse had gotten spooked by a low-swooping bird earlier in the ride, and had thrown her off into a deep pile. "You know... nice, warm, pleasant, joyful... not-swamp."