LITERATE responses only! Skyrim setting, outskirts of Markarth. Looking for Skyrim role-players, those that know the basics of the lore, good grammar and spelling. Additionally scouting for members for a literate Skyrim group too. Please provide your response below or get in contact with me in PM. cB -------- An enigmatic atmosphere settled over The Reach with nothing but the thunder and rain as its company. Mountains that once scarred the horizon distantly from Whiterun were now towering shapes of darkness over the tiny network of stone-worn paths. Somewhere over the belly of Skyrim, the lightning danced in a ghostly fashion over Granite Hall. It was a spectacular sight to behold, if one was willing to stand there drenched to appreciate it. It would be on this same slippery path that a tiny golden circle of light would appear through the gentle sheets of rain. A woman draped with a thick cloak and hood on horseback would be favoring a shortcut of sorts through the obsidian slates and dirty mush. As she approached a seemingly desolate crossroad, the golden light from her lantern hooked upon her saddle would illuminate the board pointing towards Markarth. The sign would be nailed slightly on a tilt, pointing downwards to the ground. Sera had been here many times, on several escapades to tend to those who needed her aid. It wasnt uncommon for her to travel great lengths to help someone. She had healed hundreds of illnesses, cured hundreds of diseases, but tonight was different. She did not hesitate in her choices as she left the safety of the cobblestone pathway and onto a muddy trail that cut through the hillside. Her duty as a healer depended on her prompt arrival tonight at the Jarls province. She was late enough as it is, and she had no choice but to reach her destination as fast as she could. One wrong footfall could land her and the horse down into the sharp rocks and icy waters below. Sera silently prayed otherwise.
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