Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150812154412/@comment-5543592-20150812223013

(Nah, as the evil GM I think we gunna skip.  Appeal to the good GM.

Wait... there isn't one. We are both evil.

And it will not take 3 weeks xD)

It took the rest of the day to reach the jewel of skyrim, the city in plains.

It wasn't really that anymore.

A thick tundra surrounded Whiterun, so high that it's once maginicent walls looked like sorry fences. The plains district of the town was practicalyl buried in snow, and half the city looked like it'd been eaten. Literally. Half the city was missing, right down the middle. From a far there was no city bussel, no sounds of horses or carriages, or voices, no children laughing and playing. Whiterun was dead. Anyone left was shut inside, or somber and quiet.

Smoke rose from the missing half of the city, like a fresh wound, and a certain grayness was set over everything, as the snowflakes set down around them. The mixture of storm clouds and darkness blocked out the sky.

"By her emminence..." Muttered Theo, shocked.