Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-5583506-20151011225045

Rikk had made herself a small camp just on the outskirts of the frozen coast. Underneath a pointed rock she had taken cover and struggled to find enough dry deadwood to make a small fire. Though it wasn't big or particularly warm, it would undoubtedly keep her alive from freezing to death as the blizzard raged on even harder.

If she didn't know better than the fact that Vaermina was a goddess of nightmares, she would have anticipated the Daedric Prince to be a sadistic weather diety, throwing whatever powers she possessed at her to halt her advance.

As if she could...

The Khajiit shuddered and wrapped her arms around her knees. She had completely lost all feeling in her right foot and her left hand couldn't stop shaking. At least the blunt wound to the back of her head didn't ache anymore, know when the blood had frozen and formed an icy scab.

The only downside with this brave but foolhardy journey was that she didn't know for how much further she needed to limp in order to find herself some shelter where she could regain her senses. Some of them had started to go... numb...