Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-5583506-20151001005832

The Jerall Mountain range had been the most harsh and harrowing part of her journey, but she had persevered and eventually came lumbering through a raging blizzard over the borders of Cyrodiil. A thick mist of whipping snowflakes veiled her sight, but her sharp Khajiiti eyes managed to make out the contour of a small town just below the mountains she had climbed. She didn't know much about the geography of Cyrodiil besides from the settlements close to the Imperial City, but she knew as much that Bruma was the only city in Cyrodiil closest to the borders of Skyrim.

She descended down the snowy slopes, shuddering as she wrapped her robes tightly around her. She had frost in her fur and eyelashes. Her only hopes was that the storm would subside as she came closer to the town below. She struggled to wade through the thick and deep sheets of snow until she finally reached the city gates, practically slamming one of them open by knocking her shoulder forcefully against it and collapsing onto the entrance street within. She was tired, but from hereon the road would get easier. She just needed to rest up before being on her way again.

The Imperial City with danger awaited...