Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20150805193950/@comment-10197675-20150813214421

Meanwhile upon the shores of Atmora...

Hendriss and Quandle quickly grabbed all of there supplies and put on there warmer clothing as they ditched there small boat upon the shore of the frozen continent. The rough seas smashed against the coastline of the Southern coast as sleet spattered against the hardened ancient Nordic grounds.

Hendriss: Do you think they fell for the decoy boat with the two sailors in?

Quandle looked a Hendriss with a smirk: Yeah I think they did, no one caught us after all, haha, hopefully they'll all starve on that ship, haha. But lets forget about them now, we've got a continent to traverse!

The two of them marched there way up the shore land, one behind the other. And as they started to feel the full force of the frosty winds they realised that this journey would be much more difficult than anticipated, the dangerous hills and mountains that would need traversing, the frosty and killer elements that would halt or falter any mortal Mer, Man or beast, the harsh reality of similar, uncivilised and lifeless areas that they would constantly pass, this would be a difficult trek. However both the captain and the researcher were infused for success so they would plod on not looking back or pondering about pain or worry, they would not stop.

Not before to long the pair had left the shoreline far behind as they trudged through the ice and snow determined to find the knowledge that could be waiting at journeys end, breathing heavily and sweating like pigs the both struggled there way across the open, yet tranquil terrain of Atmora. A beautiful but at the same time looming site of the Mountains and hills that opened out far ahead. Quandle looked around his surroundings in amazement, as the strong winds whipped up the fine and gentle sparkling snow, sending wondrous whirls of the stuff into the air and around the Dunmers face. It may of been cold, but it surely was an uplifting experience as the two marched up a gentle slope and stumbled over the peak of a small rounded hill only to then stumble back down and be trudging back up the other side of a larger hill, fighting against the snow and taking the battering's from furious divine sent winds.

Battling onwards the Imperial Captain swigged some cool water from her now frozen bottle as she trailed the Dunmer, who was swiftly wavering his way through the snowy terrain ahead, ploughing out a path for the captain behind him. And as they travelled further, they leap-frogged one another, taking it in turns to bare the brunt of the knee high walls of snow and ice that sat in there way. And as they traversed there way into the heartland of the frost nation, the adventurers they had left behind became a distant haze, as in-between the two parties stood a sorting of mountains, snows, winds and ice's. By the time the adventurers would reach Atmora's shores, Hendriss and Quandle would already be a 1000 leagues ahead, lost and engulfed by the fury of the Atmoran elements and inhabitants...

To Atmora...And Back, no, that would not be possible, what the party did not realise was that this trip would be there tragic death...

(Here's to all those people who suffered in Tianjin)