DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CALOVIA OR ANY OTHER TERMS RELATED TO BETHESDA'S ELDER SCROLLS IV: OBLIVION. ALL SUCH PROPERTY BELONGS TO THEIR LICENSED HOLDERS.
Colovian Sojourn
Lothar Dunloth
The midday sun revealed the rolling grasslands flowering in multiplicity innumerable and with splendor beyond measure. Leisurely, the branches of the low reaching trees swayed in harmony to the underlying grass that brushed ever so slightly against the surfeit of boulders pervading over the earthen conduit. Thus echoed the rhythmic patter of the Rapier against my greaves as the clopping of my ivory steed entranced both my ears. A slight upstart in the atmosphere sent aloft the sweet fragrances of the budding flora and I caught scent of a blossoming nightshade as its melancholic aroma wafted and surrounded my forlorn entourage. As I reached the pleasant shade of a small maple tree, I dismounted my charger and allowed him to graze the verdant pasture of our interminable expedition. Thusly, I with my throat so arid, sated my thirst with the clear water of a nearby stream; its raw tang serviced my parched lips. And while the pungent manifestation of an Aloe's seed pervaded from the drink, thirst held me ignorant, thus blissfully I sated my burning tongue. Rising I ventured to saddle my mount, the warmth of his flesh perspiring. And mounting him thus, the smooth leather reigns rest freely within my gauntlets. Inhaling, the bittersweet essence of my lone sojourn crossed the threshold of my spirit, and was inclined to traverse these Calovian plains, till my soul find solace in the virgin forests yet untouched.