Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140330115358/@comment-3293219-20140414154005

The group arrived on the far side of the Portal, landing on volcanic rock, with a thud. They appeared to be in some sort of trench, with a long rock bridge going through it, with lava bubbling underneath. The Witch looked around to see if her companions had made it through, to her relief they had but that was the least of her concerns as she saw the hell that awaited them.

Before them lay a volcanic wasteland of fire and brimstone, with rivers of lava running beneath them and a sky as black as sin over their heads. The group quickly found themselves overcome with the strength of the sulfor in the air and many group members began to cough as their lungs adjusted to atmosphere and their eyes absorbed the realm before them.

Even Agatha found herself shaken by the land and she had travelled between realms before but this was nothing like the other realms. She shook off her doubts and fears and drew her staff, pressing on and giving her group the courage to follow her to the heart of this fiery barren place. Pilerius drew his sword and his shield and kept his guard up, ready for a daedric ambush.

Suddenly they looked up to see several Dremora appear from the cliffs above them, they looked down and got ready for the attack.

"Mortals! Beware that you tresspass on his grounds!" Their leader informed them, he was a well armoured Daedra, wearing a full set of bulky daedric armour and wielding two daedric maces, which he hung by his side.

"Leave now or face an eternity of anguish!"

The Witch just glared at him, such beasts were mere servants to expert conjurers, like herself and she'd sooner die, than turn away from their blusters and threats.

"Nobody move..." She said, sternly.

"We stand our ground!"