This was a little less dangerous than that - but by the Black Isle, so much more annoying. At least she had managed to grab onto a rock and somewhat pulled herself up on it, thanking Azura that she wasn't wearing heavy armor.
Now she just had to make her way to the other side without getting pulled away by the water again. Great.
"Hello?"
V.
Leaning back against the chair in the tavern, Wyla gives a content sigh. Not wet or exhausted from fighting a flood and with some ale in a mug and she was almost as good as new.
This was a nice place, where ever in Oblivion she had ended up. Part of her wanted to say it was still Tamriel, but there was just some things a little bit off with the people here - especially the mer. So tiny!
If you're irritated by being stared at from the oddly dark elf, she'll probably apologize. Maybe.
Wyla | Skyrim (Dragonborn) | Rifter
Okay. She had been pulled away by floods before.
In dungeons.
With draugr and skeletons... and skeevers.
This was a little less dangerous than that - but by the Black Isle, so much more annoying. At least she had managed to grab onto a rock and somewhat pulled herself up on it, thanking Azura that she wasn't wearing heavy armor.
Now she just had to make her way to the other side without getting pulled away by the water again. Great.
"Hello?"
V.
Leaning back against the chair in the tavern, Wyla gives a content sigh. Not wet or exhausted from fighting a flood and with some ale in a mug and she was almost as good as new.
This was a nice place, where ever in Oblivion she had ended up. Part of her wanted to say it was still Tamriel, but there was just some things a little bit off with the people here - especially the mer. So tiny!
If you're irritated by being stared at from the oddly dark elf, she'll probably apologize. Maybe.