Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150514025025/@comment-24141785-20150514183033

(timeskip for my part)

4E 205, First Seed, Morndas

'I have been on this carriage for hours and I feel like where half a mountain away! Aside from defending it from oncoming bandits and bears or lazily sleeping I was talking to the redguard, whom name I now know as Axur.'

'Axur was an arena fighter, growing up in the pits. He stayed there for many years taking many lives until eventually fleeing after he lost. I feel like we have many things in common; we are both trained fighters, we both are very fit, we both had a skewed upbringing... only he faced his honourable, instead of counting cuts on his wrist.'

'The sun is rising and I feel as I can last one more day before I eventually go insane. The argonian hasn't talked much, only mentioned that he is a warlock; which doesn't help when your trying to make friends.'

'They say once we get there we'll have to delve deep, saying that it was MY fault that he died. Bloody fool thinks I caused it... though I wouldn't say that to his face, he wields a monster of a battleaxe...'

"You done writing your garbage? We're here now."

Markus scuttled quickly, stuffing his book and quill into his knapsack next to his adventure book he kept hidden.

He stepped off the carriage after Axur cleared the area of civilians. The argonian, whom name was ??? was the last to follow; having to park up the carriage near the stables. Markus and Axur walked together towards the city gates before being stopped.

"Halt..." The guard snapped, "State your business."

Axur tightened the grip on his battleaxe but Markus quickly intervened, "We're looking for the local tavern... we've just been attacked."

"What?" The guard stared at him, "Where are they?"

"Over there!" Markus lied, "Far into the woods."

Several guards came running over and they all jogged towards the location Markus pointed to.

"That... actually worked?" Markus grinned, increasing in size as Axur gave him a stern look like a mother would give to a child if they were caught in stealing snacks.

"Move along." Axur bellowed, his voice filling Markus' ears.