Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20141231170452/@comment-10197675-20150113215032

Varlgon heard a slight knock as the handle seemed to work as the latch lifted, thusly opening the gate and with a loud creek the city was revealed to the two. A derelict and abandoned city.

Varlgon ambled into Whiterun and immediately he found himself encumbered by shock, as a ghostly ruined settlement stood in front of him.

He almost expected to hear the familiar clanking of the blacksmith as he looked to his left, but only silence murmured. The Nord then looked to his right at the once stood Drunken Huntsman, which was now crumbled and burnt. A cold breeze whispered past the Nords ears as he progressed into the city and sorrow struck him quite fiercely whilst he continued as Whiterun was quite special for him, for it was the place he grew up within and spent most of his childhood.

The Nord then spoke aloud to the high elf. “I don’t think we’ll find a single spec of life here my friend, this place is now in ruin”…