Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160228221959/@comment-5583506-20160317220621

"Alright, people", said Ran'Jinro, motioning for everyone once they were on their horses to follow his lead. "Let the expedition commence!"

And with those words the gates of the keep were opened, allowing the group to ride out and down the snowy slopes of the Throat of the World. The wind wasn't pushing all too bad this time. Falana took that as a sign that perhaps the trip to Dive Rock would come without any casualties or injuries. All she could do was to hope.

Small flakes of snow, slowly fell down onto the mountain's side and the majestic view over the surrounding landscape of Skyrim was open and clear. The ride down the mountain was always shorter than the ride up and the horses didn't have to push themselves so hard to trudge through all the snow. Although winter had finally arrived to the north, the weather on this particular day was mild and by looking at the horizon they could tell that no storms or blizzards would trouble them anytime soon.

The way down continued onward for a few hours until they finally rode out over the bridge and past the ancient settlement of Ivarstead, now in ruins.

"Hear that?" said the Breton woman, sharpening her ears. "A horse neighing."

"Maybe you forgot to feed Truffle?" shrugged the Argonian.

"Truffle's over there", remarked the Breton, motioning with her hand to the horse at the end of the glen. "This came from Ivarstead. I think they are finally heading out."

"Oh good", yawned the Argonian. "Was getting tired of waiting for these people." He rose up from their temporary camp and took the reins of his horse, hitched behind an old oak tree. "Let's head over there and meet up with them then?" he said.