Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160828212829/@comment-3293219-20160828213543

The next three years were a tough treck through Cyrodiil. Tharn's forces were a lot more resiliant now, knowing that his reign was in jeopardy. Tharn would have normally taken care of it personally but due to the mess he'd made of the Empire, he wasn't able to slip away to take care of such personal matters.

It was a long and hard time for the companionship but they managed to keep their spirits alift, knowing that they were so close to achieving their goal...

Of course, it wasn't like Tharn or the world of Tamriel were planning on making it easy for them now...

It had taken quite a bit of planning, though, after several hours of tactically taking out the boarder guards, the team were able to pull off crossing the boarder...

Talin had just finished killing a guard, plunging his sword deep into his gut and pulling it back out again. He had taken to wielding the Hero Sword from before, though it hadn't seemingly responded favourably to anyone yet, not even him.

Agatha assisted him, taking down a Dunmeri Guardsman by posessing a nearby crow, instructing it to swoop down and slit his throat. Agatha picked up her ancestral staff and stepped in behind Talin as they jogged down the road, eventually reaching the others.

"Alright, that spot won't be reporting in any time soon." Talin assured them, looking around.

"Anyone had any trouble?"