Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-28955399-20160813073854

Caern looked at the signpost. It was barely intelligible, but it would serve him good enough. According to it, Whiterun was a day's ride to the east. And so Caern went riding on his horse (Zenith was it's name).

''A days ride? One days ride... ''Caern thought to himself.

A few hours later; Caern could see the outlines of Dragon's Keep (I think that's the name). It was as the peasant's say: Magnificent and Glorious. Caern could hear the cries of a person nearby.

He rode towards the source and saw a harpy assaulting a young man; who had put his arm infront of his face to cover the onslaught of a harpy.

"Help! Anyone!" He shouted.

Caern drew his sword; casting the Slen sign he threw himself at the beast. Which now turning its attention to the witcher,started to fly upwards. He casted the Hahdrim sign which made the harpy drop to the ground. It lay on the ground twitching momentarily then it regained its senses and lunged towards the witcher. He dodged to the right and slashed his sword at it's head

The harpy managed to move an inch out of the way, but the sword still grazed the edge of it's neck. It cried out in pain and then retreated towards a mountain near the south.

"Are you okay?" Caern said to the villager.

"Yes. Wi'tcher. I hope you 'ave a nice day. Say - Are you going to Whiterun?"

"Yes. I am, why?"

"If you see the innkeeper, in The Bannered mare. Tell 'im that Leif sent you.. Be sure to treat you like family, o' nobility."

"Thank you, and farewell." Caern said to the man and set on his journey.