Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20160623150859/@comment-11296535-20160625225333

Through the blizzard, K'shaka could make out the sloped dome of one of the all-familiar Dwemer ruins. He pulled his hood more tightly around his head. Khajiit were not made for the cold, he thought. He kept on struggling through the wind and snow until he got to a bridge that led downwards onto the top of one of the towers, which could not even reach the top of the cliff he was on. Just have to make it inside, then this one can rest for a while.

K'shaka started to make his way across the bridge, but he slipped on one of the planks and fell onto his face. "Damn," he said aloud. He managed to get himself up and got across the rest of the bridge. Shivering from the snow, K'shaka held a flame spell near his head to keep himself warm, but it did not help against the biting cold. He looked ahead, and saw another bridge. This time, he held onto the rope with his free hand, and he managed to make it across without falling. He descended down a ladder onto another bridge, which he crossed. He almost fell off it because he had not noticed that this one turned. Finally, he stood in front of the entrance to the ruin. After a moment of hesitation, K'shaka entered Alftand.