Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131231172937

(You'll have to pardon me. I'm writing a blog right now, so my posts won't be as frequent.)

Makoru let out a toothy yawn, quite satisfied, and slunk into a room opposite the doorway. He was barely able to fit his bulky form through the doorway, but he finally found a way inside. He decided he could probably go for a doze before he went hunting again, although it was customary for werewolves to always be hungry, he had devoured most of the occupants of an inn. He could afford a few hours of sleep.

With another toothy yawn, he dropped to all fours and curled up on the spot where the bed had been before it was used as a barricade, and was asleep long before the first scavenging warg hopped through the window to survey the carnage.

Jack pulled the group along through the burial cairn, stopping the group every time he thought he heard footsteps or saw a shadow in the dark. Gradually, they made it to a collosal chamber that was practically covered in iron sarcophagi. Jack looked around warily and advanced through the room, never taking his eyes off the shadows. "Stay close. If those undead monstrosities burst from their tombs, we don't need them dragging one of you away," he stated, stepping over the corpse of a fallen draugr.