Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20141123175252/@comment-3293219-20141123204715

Lilly wandered the road to Windhelm for some time, the detail of the land had been completely consumed by ice, though most of its shape remained. Fortunately, most of the road was in tact, making it easy to walk uppon, however, it was bitterly cold...

The Imperial sighed and hung her head, feeling truly alone, she was trapped in a universe, where everything was and wasn't like home. She hadn't seen a single living soul and she began to wonder if she was too late or not...

She eventually stopped as she saw a body, lay on the ground ahead, it looked like it had only just recently fallen. Lilly wasted no time as she ran over to it and knelt down beside the fallen hero, seeing that they had long since died. Not knowing who they were, she decided to rummage around, in their pockets and eventually came across a letter, it read...

Dear Sir Penal

You may have noticed what has begun to happen in Skyrim.

You'd have to live under a rock not to know.

I seriously hope you don't live under a rock.

''Eh. Who am I to judge?''

Anyways, head to Markarth.

Lilly folded the note and tucked it into her robe, she found it difficult to hold the piece of paper, with her pincer-like gauntlets but managed to tuck it into her pockets. She looked up and gazed at Markarth's general direction before eventually taking her first steps on her journey...

She just hoped that she wasn't too late...