Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140126160553/@comment-3293219-20140128132024

Manja stopped as she heard something, something was moving...

"Oh no..." she turned around.

Undead!

"Everyone, we're..." She gasped as one of the corpses rolled out of its resting place and landed with a thud on its hands and knees.

Several other corpses were quick to join it, surrounding the group and making them uneasy as they stepped back. They weren't draugr, as draugr were usually a lot more rotten and skeletal as they had been preserved for some time. These looked like, living people.

The nord held up her torch, to get a better look at her attacker, she saw that it was an argonian.

"Stop!" The argonian snapped at her, making her jump back and drop the torch. "They're friendly..."

The argonians sheethed their swords and stood idle, awaiting their next instructions.

"Our apologies... we have spent the last few days down here, believing that we were cornered." The argonian explained. "Who are you people? Too well equipped to be adventurers, too varied to be mercinaries..."

(OOHH Scandalous!

Do tell! :D)