Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-7262318-20170207212755

Dalacon rolled his eyes and used his magic to lift her up onto the horse. "Maybe we should have left her in an orphanage. Useless..." The Breton muttered to himself.

"Alright, let's ride," Hafnir said, spurring his horse on.

Timeskip...

The group rode on from the city and towards the Ice-Fist estate, not slowing down for anything. They encountered very little resistance on their way, riding back into the heavy forests of Northern Cyrodil. It was a bit colder here than it was in Cyrodil as they drew closer to the mountains.

They were coming upon a large hill, with the Ice-Fist estate being just over the it. As they drew closer, however, they began to see bodies along the path. These bodies were only recently dead, they could tell, for the blood hadn't even begun to dry yet.

"What on Nirn..." Dar'Zah said.

Hafnir looked closer at the bodies. The armors had an odd-looking insignia on them, and they were all dressed the same. "This isn't Goriyn's men... They might be-"

Just as he said that, they heard a loud shriek from over the hill-side, the blood curdling sound of a women. It wasn't a shriek of death, more of fear, as they heard footsteps drawing closer...