Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-29559990-20141228205300

Borskar had hoped to the gods that Maven had gotten out in time. He did not spot any bodies of guards, so maybe they did. Or maybe they're still inside.

Suddenly, someone emerged from the side of the house in a coughing fit, hunched over and clutching his sides.

Borskar noticed it and cautiously moved towards the unidentified man with his Battleaxe drawn.

"Borskar, is that you?" The man wheezed. Borskar instantly recognized him as the doorkeeper.

He loosened the iron grip he had on the battleaxe, and greeted the man quickly. "Is Maven alright?" He asked frantically.

"Yes." He said weakly. "She was escorted out before the blaze started and she was sent to Riften."

Borskar breathed a sigh of relief, but the battle was not over. Their home base was assaulted and destroyed. The enemy seemed to have the upper hand.

"Alright. Come on, we're heading to Riften." Borskar ordered. The doorkeeper nodded and they went back to the group as the lodge started to crumble.

"Change of plans." Borskar boomed over the collapsing lodge. "We're heading back to Riften. That's where Maven is."

As soon as Tralnach came back, Borskar questioned him. "Who's the elf?"