Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160516023321/@comment-5583506-20160516024820

The wintry, chilling nights of the Jeralls seemed to last longer than one could have hoped for. The howling winds were pounding outside the walls and at early dawn, a group of guards dared to exit the city walls in order to remove the remains of the slain Beasts. There wasn't much trouble there to be handled however as the gigantic bones withered into nothing but dust as soon as they touched it.

Inside the city it was still quiet. No shops had opened and no people were seen parading the streets. Most likely they were still at home, not sure whether or not the danger was over, or maybe they just felt like celebrating with their surviving families.

The group of Beast Slayers however would slowly awake from their slumber. This was the last day they would spend in a civilized zone. Ahead of them awaited the Wilderness, the vast and open landscapes of Cyrodiil. Dive Rock, the city of the First and the Last King, was sometimes called the "last outpost" for a reason. Anyone travelling past the city and the Jeralls from this point were on their own. Not much was known about the surrounding nations. Had Valenwood made it? Had Elsweyr or Black Marsh made it? Were there any sanctuaries for mankind left at all? No one could say for sure. Tamriel was a big continent, after all. And people were content with just living their lives to the fullest without risking them for something that might not exist. And thus, the remainder of the continent remained unexplored.

Yet now the group had to go out there. Out into the unknown, where many Beast Slayers had gone before, yet fewer had returned alive to tell of their experiences. Though it was still early in the noon when the group finally woke up, the sun never really appeared to shine at this particular part of the world; thus making it seem as if Dive Rock was always in the light of constant dusk.