Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-25038310-20150625083724

Alexander slowly passed through the murky forest, as a mist started forming around him. The rain didn't bother him a single bit, although the wet clothes under his armor might make him sick. Either way, he had other things to worry about.

He glanced around him. He thought that he saw a silhouette about ten metres away from him, although it quickly dissapeared. He was unsure what to think of it - perhaps it was a mere hallucination.

He readjusted his helmet, as he pulled a hood over it. The grey cloak that hanged on his shoulders protected him and made him blend in somewhat.

Eventually, the amount of trees slowly started to decrease, as he was nearing the edge of the forest. The mist also started to dissapear, as if it was bound only to the trees and the forest.

He looked over the plains of Whiterun hold - instead fo the normal lush flora and an environment that used to make him rejoice, he instead encountered the remnants of a former phenomena.

The grey and black sky looked like some kind of failed potion made by an amateur alchemist, and there was no wildlife in the vicinity.

The city of whiterun was in the distance - far, far away. It would take hours before he would manage to get there. As he continued his journey, he held his crimson spear in one hand and let the tip of it scar the ground. He sighed. He could hear his muffled breathing and the pounding of his heart clearer as ever.