(An Elder Scrolls: Skyrim themed Roleplay Involving me and Kriju)
J'o Rahe felt a dark silence come over his body as he looked back upon the Jerall mountains. He was about to cross the border between Cyrodiil and Skyrim. His reasons, were nothing more to find a new future, a new hope, away from bleak depressing sadness that this crushed 'Empire' had brought. Though the Empire itself was not responsible for this. It was the calculating Thalmor of the Aldmeri Dominion that had brought the Khajiit to make this Ultimatum. Tamriel was in a time of chaos, and despite the civil war that plagued Skyrim, it seemed gentle to Cyrodiil's troubles. Rahe could no longer take the persecution he had witnessed in the Imperial province, and now he has chosen to abandon the warm home in Skingrad, of where he spent much of his life. That was now just a memory, but the very thought of letting go of those good memories left him with despair. The Khajiit felt lost, for the second time in his life.
It wasn't long before Rahe reached southern Riften. J'o Rahe started his journey during the night. It was the spine-tingling cold of the Jeralls that had kept him awake, but Southern Skyrim was not full of great snowy mountains, but warm woods, full of nocturnal animals, and a few skittish deer. With freezing cold no longer acting as an unforgiving leash, Rahe felt his body give in to the welcoming sight of the calm woods. Tired, the Khajiit collapsed under a large tree. From the ground, it was easy to see that dawn was breaking. He had been awake for many hours, and his journey began in the West Weald, Southern Cyrodiil. Barely able to move any of his aching limbs, Rahe felt his mind slowly retreat to the haze of slumber. The Khajiit did not even bother fight it, this was a blessing.
J'o Rahe felt a dark silence come over his body as he looked back upon the Jerall mountains. He was about to cross the border between Cyrodiil and Skyrim. His reasons, were nothing more to find a new future, a new hope, away from bleak depressing sadness that this crushed 'Empire' had brought. Though the Empire itself was not responsible for this. It was the calculating Thalmor of the Aldmeri Dominion that had brought the Khajiit to make this Ultimatum. Tamriel was in a time of chaos, and despite the civil war that plagued Skyrim, it seemed gentle to Cyrodiil's troubles. Rahe could no longer take the persecution he had witnessed in the Imperial province, and now he has chosen to abandon the warm home in Skingrad, of where he spent much of his life. That was now just a memory, but the very thought of letting go of those good memories left him with despair. The Khajiit felt lost, for the second time in his life.
It wasn't long before Rahe reached southern Riften. J'o Rahe started his journey during the night. It was the spine-tingling cold of the Jeralls that had kept him awake, but Southern Skyrim was not full of great snowy mountains, but warm woods, full of nocturnal animals, and a few skittish deer. With freezing cold no longer acting as an unforgiving leash, Rahe felt his body give in to the welcoming sight of the calm woods. Tired, the Khajiit collapsed under a large tree. From the ground, it was easy to see that dawn was breaking. He had been awake for many hours, and his journey began in the West Weald, Southern Cyrodiil. Barely able to move any of his aching limbs, Rahe felt his mind slowly retreat to the haze of slumber. The Khajiit did not even bother fight it, this was a blessing.
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