Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140708000146/@comment-3293219-20140708203232

Nepht’s laughter could be heard, echoing throughout the ruin as she and her Bosmer companion stumbled through, almost falling into each other, like they were drunkenly walking around a tavern. They didn’t seem remotely bothered by its barren, unsettling atmosphere.

“So… Let me get this straight…” Conor begins, barely containing his laughter as they both walk along, he sniffs and wipes his nose with his hand.

“There’s you, this… priest, the Argonian and this kinda old scholar guy?”

“Yeah…”

“And… Out of the Argonian and the scholar, you hit the old Breton on the back of the head!?”

Nepht began to chuckle at the absurdity of it, shaking her own head as she went along, grinning and bearing her teeth as she looked back to her companion with a wide grin.

“Yep!”

Conor began to chuckle again, bringing his hand to up his forehead and gently shaking his head from side to side, unable to suppress a similar grin as he chuckled at Nepht’s anecdote.

“Well, if we run into any scholars or librarians down here? I’m glad to have you at my back…”

“Or mudcrabs…” Nepth added, with a smile, finally tearing her gaze away from him and fixing it back onto the path ahead as she found herself glancing up to the ceiling, with a smile.

“So… You ever been into one of these ruins before Nepht?”

“Y-Yeah… Once, with my friend, Mikasa…” Nepht admitted, with a happy sigh as they continued down the seemingly endless corridor, looking for a way to advance deeper into the fort.

“We went to Fort Farragut in Cheydinhal, though there weren’t any monsters in that one…”

“Oh… Don’t feel bad thought Nepht, most adventurers don’t find anything in their first ruin, they can’t all be full to the brim with menacing creatures and gold.” Conor assured her, glancing back to her and giving her a warm smile.

“Wh-Who said that I didn’t find anything?” Nepht asked, though it was a bold and confident statement, her voice still trembled a little as she was always uneasy around strangers, even when they were friendly, like Conor.

“I happened to find an Altmer, who lived inside the ruin and if I had gone a few years earlier, a crazy wizard!” Nepht raised her hands over her head, to be ‘spooky.’

<p class="MsoNormal">“A Wizard?” Conor asked, raising an eyebrow, with a smirk on his face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yeah… He was apparently an old crazy guy, who lived on his own and made people his slaves, by poisoning them.” Nepht explained with a smile as they turned the corner and came to a door, a large bulking, wooden contraption, which contained this fort’s greatest secret…

<p class="MsoNormal">Nepht giggled as she turned back to Conor, eager to get moving. She snatched the Bosmer’s hand and charged ahead, straight into the fray, dragging her companion with her. She was so close to stepping into the inner sanctum, so close to seeing what dwelled within, with her own eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">However, she soon found that her vision had been completely obscured, by a bright light, which blinded both her and her Bosmer companion, surrounding them both in a white void, which quickly materialised around them, to reveal that they were back in the chapel.

<p class="MsoNormal">They both lowered their arms, which they had raised to cover their eyes, only to see Manja, stood at the altar on her own.

<p class="MsoNormal">She looked back, looking somewhat confused…