Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-5543592-20191022234004

"It does not look real." Nyasia said, holding her hand out to brush it against a passing tree branch.

Scaldor was not impressed. "Seen it."

The road continued through the forest, with it's trees of twenty-three colors (flavors) and rocks like pieces of fallen stars. The road forked up ahead, and they could see an Altmer man in the dead middle of the fork. He was wearing robes, the most peculiar robes that looked like they were as many swirling colors as the trees, and was sitting in a chair. He saw them apporaching from a while off and watched, waiting.