Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-5583506-20170121033635

Evelyne held her reins tightly as she gazed up on the Throat of the World towering in the distance. "Maybe a couple of hours or less", she said. "If we can manage to get there unseen."

She stroke his cheek, letting him lean his head in over her shoulder. "I will get you there, sweetheart", she whispered to him.

Myrdana was glad to see the Orc accompany her. She could have gone alone, but knowing just how lonely it would be she was glad that she had Mongo with her.

"Thanks", she said to him as she began her journey into the frozen north.

Saarthal was close...

The group reached the Throat of the World within the next four hours. Ran'Jinro led the group as they ascended the thousand steps on horsebacks. He could easily determine that the stolen horses were exhausted. They were well-trained, having been riding continuously for several days from Vvardenfell and into the mainland. They had earned some well-deserved rest.

"Look", said Swift-in-the-Sack, almost as in a prayer, as the group reached the old temple grounds, now rebuilt into a sanctuary hosting at least one thousand people, more or less. "Home sweet home."

Falana sighed in relief. "Holy shit... I... I can't believe it. I am expecting to wake up any minute and find myself either dead or in a damp cell back at Vvardenfell. We... we are truly here? We really made it?"

Beatrix sat off her horse and began to stomp around in the snow. "Seems real enough to me."

Katri began to sob and cry, seemingly having a nervous breakdown as the relief of safety fell upon her.

Ran'Jinro almost felt the need to cry himself, but ever since he had lost his arm, he had no tears left to shed. He was just happy to be back home, yet he knew that the worst was yet to come.

A horn sounded from the top tower of Fort Slayer upon spotting the exhausted Beast Slayers. "Beast Slayers returning!" a voice shouted from the walls. "Get those bloody gates open!"