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[PrivateNomad]

"What is better - to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?" - Paarthurnax

OOC Thread

"Elsweyr is an arid land of deserts and rocky canyons, where the sun shines warmly, always." ―Ri'Saad

Spoiler: Map of Elseweyr (click to show/hide)

kj1225 - Biorn, Barbarian

VoidSlayer - Ferandr, Healer

micelus - Varsyne, Vampire Spellsword

My Name is Immaterial - Ra’Mhirr, Rogue

Arcvasti - J'Virr'Jo, Mage

[My Name is Immaterial]

Ra'Mhirr awakens with a start, and curses himself for falling asleep. And now the sun was rising, and there would be no chance to pickpocket the Dunmer as he slept! Ah, well, perhaps Khajiit could secure a meal from the mer.
The memory of his dream fades quickly from his mind.

Ferandr will wake up to feel the weight of a cat curled up on his chest.

[Arcvasti]

Just going to PTW this before I forget.

[micelus]

Varsyne awoke from his dream not at all rested; far too many things going on in his mind. Why did he sleep during the night? Why was that dream so vivid and why did he trek all the way to Elswyr?

As with all questions, they soon subsided once the near ritualistic Shrugging began.

Varysyne got up before the sun rose, hoping to get a move on.

[kj1225]

Biorn didn't know what to make of her dream. So, like a true daughter of Skyrim, she put it away in the back of her mind and got up to face the new day. One has to when surrounded by the sneaky Kajits.

[PrivateNomad]

The morning sun shone on the land, enveloping it in a healthy orange glow as sounds of fauna begin to fill the air. Each person had work to get done; of course, it would be better to begin moving before it got hot.

[micelus]

>Make a brisk pace to my destination.

[VoidSlayer]

As Ferandr returns to this world from the dream his hand grips about the hilt of his dagger.  A well worn feeling, familiar, as is the rising tide for battle.  His eyes open to see the khajiit, or what did they call themselves?  His mind relaxes, his hand does not.

"Moonshadow guide me."  A short and simple prayer, a lengthy one could be performed later in private.

"And you must move or I will never find us some fresh meat this morning, which means more dry."  He explains to Ra'Mhirr.

The nights cold as the north, days warm as the ash, what an odd place.

With a nod to the others Ferandr makes a quick circle of the camp to find any small animals which might be added to the morning's meal.

[PrivateNomad]

~Far Horizons~

Biorn didn't know what to make of her dream. So, like a true daughter of Skyrim, she put it away in the back of her mind and got up to face the new day. One has to when surrounded by the sneaky Kajits.

She feels very refreshed from her sleep; after taking in the fresh air, she begins to travel to Desolanor, moving across the road.

>Make a brisk pace to my destination.

Varsyne leaves through the Orcrest gates and begins to travel down the road.
"Safe travels," the guard said to him as he left.

((I have marked everyone's current locations on the map. First letter of everyone's name.))

Spoiler: Map (click to show/hide)

[My Name is Immaterial]

The cat meows and steps haughtily off of the Dunmer's chest.

[Arcvasti]

J'Virr'Jo, eager to get on the road, both so as to complete the test his new master had set and to have solitude with which to reflect on his odd dream, sets out towards the place of the walking dead Jo'Amsien had mentioned.

The sun shone down on J'Virr'Jo, and he welcomed its warmth. The brightest star... Eye of Magrus... And that odd dream... J'Virr'Jo shivered. For the first time, the sun's light seemed ominous and hot rather then soothing and warm. Troubled, J'Virr'Jo began his trek, using his compass to orient himself.

[VoidSlayer]

"Yes, yes, I know you can hunt yourself.  Let us just get going then, these damnable directions seem to get less useful by the hour.  And if you see a yellowtail we can make a good dinner of it."

The heat was already starting.  There was a strong purpose in the task before him, but the desire to return to shade and fresh water still lingered.

He looked down at the cat.  Strange dreams and stranger companions, but he was getting use to this land.

Ferandr lays out some dried meat and takes some for himself, then says another prayer to Azura, then the Ancestors, then to whichever spirits may be listening.  No need to be rude.

After the quick meal he kicks dirt over the embers and heads out in the direction of this Crypt.

[My Name is Immaterial]

The cat wanders into the underbrush to catch something to eat and then follows the Dunmer.

[micelus]

Keep following the road to Rimmen. If fatigue due to my vampirism begins to set in, look for a cave or somewhere else dark to hide in till nightfall.

[kj1225]

Biorn continues down the road, humming The Age of Oppression as she continues down it.