*On the mountain* *The Nightingale is writhing in pain, and his clothes are burnt off, and he's just a red mass of flesh, not enough energy for words to be said. But enough to send a message. He sends it via mind, and sends one to the person nearest to Kaz, his most trusted of the bunch.(BanditNation. forgot his RP name)* I am on the mauntain nearest Dawnstar. Be wary, there is a group of ogres on the path. You may have to resort to climbing. May shadow protect you.

"Huh. i just heard something."

"I think i heard a person's voice."

"Got it. I am going to be on the lookout, though."

*runs to the group and jumps on horse* Lets go! Hircene incursed it my transformations are under control! 

Synthax jumps on his horse. "Let's go, then."

*takes off at a run and horses wings appear and she takes to the air* Mara give us the speed to make it in time! *yellow eyes glow a little*

As the winged horse flies by it knocks over another traveller. A Nord by the name of Thoringar clad in full Carved Nordic Armour with the exception of the helmet, this being replaced by a black hood covering his face in shadow. He wields an Elven Shortsword (from Oblivion) in one hand and any Destruction spell in the other.

Synthax gets off his horse and walks over to Thoringar. "You okay?"

*barrels into the ground with horse then looks at the Nord and snarls* Stupid Nord! *ears flatten and hisses*

Thoringar gets up and adjusts his hood, "Damn it all to the Deadlands! You nearly killed me!" He shouts, "And even worse, you nearly ruined my hood, and let it be known you would NOT want that."

"It's just a hood, isn't it?"

Who cares about your stupid hood? You ingured my Divine Horse! *pulls out bow that looks like a black snake and draws it with ears flattened and tail lashing*