Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150812154412/@comment-5543592-20150816015008

The group gathered supplies, mainly cured, smoked, or dried meats, and headed out for windhelm. The trek was long and cold. Theo did his best to provide warming sunlight, but the heat only went so far. The snow only got thicker, the storm only harsher, and the journey seemed to get rougher as moral was steadily whittled down.

It took a solid three days to reach Windhelm, and by then the food stores were running low. But it was worth it. As they climbed over a hill, the blizzard was abruptly cut off as it was blocked by a surrounding mountain, and they could see their destination.

The City of Kings had taken a beating, but it still stood in all it's ancient glory. The seat of Ysgramor's Atmoran ass was as a bustling as usual, perhaps even more so, as many had migrated here for the safety of it's walls. They'd reached civilisation at last.