Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20191029201024/@comment-7262318-20191111225222

"Good. Then let's move.

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"Aw, that hurts Eryna..." Hagen frowned, before grabbing the reigns to his horse. "Let's get movin'."

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5 Days Later

The trip down to Rorikstead and Karthwasten was about as pleasant as it could be. As Frostfall was beginning to draw to a close, the days and nights were beginning to get colder and colder for the heroes. It was a good thing that they had taken up residence in the mountains of Riften and had packed warm furs and clothes for the trip, otherwise frostbite might have claimed one of them.

Ordinarily, Kazrris would have been worried about highwaymen or reachmen interfering with their travel, but he figured that the cold weather would force the tribal bastards to hunker down in the hills and caves and just try to survive the inclimate weather for the time being.

Rations and supplies, however, were beginning to run low for the group. Denon had provided dividends by being the one true hunter among them, but both groups would more than likely have to stock up at the next location.

(RORIKSTEAD)

The was high over their heads as the group made their ways towards the small hamlet of Rorikstead. A cozy little place, it appeared, and hopefully where they could rest their weary heads for a moment.

Vordel had said very little on the trip over, only announcing where they would camp for the night and when they would get moving again. Otherwise, he had kept to himself and kept his focus on the rode ahead.

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(KARTHWASTEN)

A light snow began to fall on their heads as the group made their way down hill, through a thick gathering of trees and shrubs. It was quite cold here, close to the mountains. Utahsi's hood was tightly wrapped around his skull, his teeth and limbs chattering and shaking. It looked as if he would keel over at any moment.

".... Anybody know a good joke? Song, maybe?" Hagen asked. "You folks are so quiet. So serious..."