Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-5543592-20190202235358

And so they rode, over mountains and through valleys. It was a hard, cold ride. Their horses tired quickly, their breathe steaming. The scenery was bland, the land made barren by the heavy snow. Everything looked the same--all smooth, white, and slightly inclined. They seemed to be climbing same hills for hours on end.

At one point, after riding hard up a steep slope, where the paving stones of the road had been stripped away by the elements, and their horses hooves scraped precariously on the icey ground, they came to a peak.

Skyrim spread before them and Cyrodiil behind, the peak offering a gorgeous view of both. The sun was especially bright so high up. Falkreath was a mixture of greens and whites, Cyrodiil the same. It would've been difficult to see where one ended and the other began, had this pass not provided such a clear divide.

New Imperia was visible to the south, High Hrothgar to the north, the landmarks of their respective regions.

"Look at that!" Cade said, wiping frost from his helmet. "Makes it all worth it, huh?"