Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160626032211/@comment-5583506-20160707043319

"I just miss Astari", said Anhjari. "My little moonbeam. I have had..." The Khajiit made a grimace of discomfort. "... some disturbing dreams as of late. All of them concerning this assignment. It has led me to start to fear that maybe... maybe we weren't meant to be here. There is something bad that will happen before all of this is through. I can feel it."



As the group wandered through the wind-swept wastes of Vvardenfelly, Relvyna all of a sudden called out for the expedition to make a stop, before she kept talking in her own language, expecting Lyneas to translate for her.

"She is telling us that a storm will be inbound in about an hour or less", said the archivist. "We are to tie a rope around our waists, leading to the next person, then form a line. That way no one can stray too far."

Sibern grunted, not approving of the incoming situation. "How far in can we expect the Nexus to be?"

Lyneas turned to Relvyna and asked her in the Ashlander tongue. He then turned around to Sibern. "About twenty or thirty miles", she says. "The storm will slow us down if we intend to march the straight way to the Nexus, but Relvyna knows a shortcut. The terrain is a little less friendly than this open ash desert, but it will nonetheless narrow down the distance between us and the Nexus, as well as provide some temporary cover from the storm."

Sibern looked at the Investigators, shifting his gaze to Kay as if he expected her to tell them what to do.

"Your call", rumbled captain Morvayn. "We can continue the way we are going now or we can take this supposed shortcut."