Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5583506-20150203235440

Victorius found it hard to stand at the bow of the skyship as the steer passed a snowy mountain top. It was the first time he flied, and he almost felt sick just looking at how everything below him seemed to shrink into the distance.

"Seasick, are we?" asked Wraith, coming up behind him. His cape fluttering in the strong wind. "Or should I say flysick?" he shrugged.

"It's so high up!"

"Indeed", said the rebel. "I wouldn't dare to fly low in case we are spotted by the guard ships of High Rock. I will not risk anything. We will remain hidden beyond the clouds until we land in the outskirts of Brightwall."

"Will we get there before this Maximilian?" asked Victorius.

"We will", assured Wraith. "And then I will test his true persona."

-

Valkyrie couldn't quite figure out what had made her return to Daggerfall to take the ship back to Brightwall from their docks. She had a vague memory that she had come to the town in order to pursue the criminal Wraith, but now...

It itched inside her head. This wasn't... this wasn't right. Why? Why was she doing this? This wasn't like her at all. Why was she returning home? She felt it as if she was being commanded by some outside forces, but that would be ridiculuos. She was Valkyrie Ghost-Wolf! There was no man or woman alive who could manipulate her!