Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150315182542/@comment-10197675-20150318222008

(I will do the Bio/Backstory later, when Nelnorm is a little more developed.)

([])Meanwhile…

High in the mountains above the reach where the clouds brushed the tips of the heights, a sturdy Nord stood looking down into the misted vales below him. He admired the view greatly, for its beauty was pleasing. The Nord almost felt like he had the powers of the Divines, being this high up, an almighty sense of reward relished him. Taking in a deep breath the Nord could taste the fresh and cool Skyrim air and as he exhaled it back out vapour arose from his helmet this gave the Nord an icy sensation, for the temperatures were rather cold, just how you would expect it to be upon a mountain top. Sub-zero it was. And after a few more minutes of wonder the Nord took one step forward as he started to slowly descend the peak, gradually he climbed down the difficult terrain, for one slip would most probably mean death, the breathe exiting the Nords helmet was now visible from afar, for he was outputting quite a lot. Nerves seeped through the Nords experienced skull, even though his confidence remained somewhat high, however the Nord would never rush his descent for his experiences within the past would halter his speed dramatically. And as the Nord neared a less vertical point where he could walk down the Mountain upon his feet, he stopped to admire the view once again. A mass of sights could be seen, varying from steep peeks to passing streams, to old ruins and the odd small wooden shack, each area within his gaze was utterly unique in its own distinct way. The Nord then clambered down from the mountain side as he started to then gently jog down a less steeper slope and as he progressed further down the mountain he found himself dodging and weaving in-between boulders and trees, and after a few minutes of running the Nord came to a halt for he had reached a pathway beside Karth River. The Nord looked around, seeing if he could cite any folk, but no soul seemed to be traveling upon the stretch of road the Nord had his eyes on. Therefore he called with a loud and calming whistle, distinctive within itself so only its caller could recognise it and as brief seconds past a large buzzard swooped down from the skies heading straight towards the Nord and as it landed upon his shoulder, it let out a couple of friendly squawks. The Nord greeted the mighty Bird as he softly grazed his fingers across its head. Nelnorm then spoke.

“Swool my good friend, I need you to scout out the north-eastern parts of Dushnikh Yal, southeast of Markarth, there have been reports of disturbances in a cave near there, queer folk have been reported within that area, so stay hidden, fly as high as your wings can take you!”

The Buzzard then squawked once again as it then flew off into the air, heading over to the destination it had been told of, it flew high, so high that anyone upon the ground would not notice it, its height even outstretched that of a master bow-man’s range.

Nelnorm watched the Buzzard as it swiftly disappeared into the distance of the mountains above, he almost felt that of jealously, not being able to fly to heights as high as Swool was able to, but this was only minor and comical jealously, for Swoop was a dear friend of Nelnorm and his trust outstretched that of any other being the Nord rested his trust upon. Nelnorm then turned as he started to slowly make his way along the path that lay ahead of him alongside the River Karth…