Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140124035632

"Hmph. I have no love of Skyrim, but I will honor the choices of the strongholds there. As for word of necromancers, you have come to the right place. We have been forced to make war with the conjurers as of late, with how bold they have become. Something old and powerful is stirring under the mountains, I can feel it in my bones. But the wise woman of this strongold has not been able to see what it is that troubles us, so we must endure. Of course, that didn't stop Marulahk from sending us here," the orc explained, rising to his feet.

"I myself have not kept track of all the strangers who have passed through the Dragontails, but Narzhal should be able to tell you what you need to know," he said, gesturing to the orc who was hiding behind a suit of Orcish armor. Not even his face could be seen behind his visor, and he looked like he was ready to take up the battleaxe that was strapped to his back at any moment. "Necromancers, eh? I might be able to tell you... might I ask, why are you tracking necromancers in the mountains? If you are from Skyrim, what in Malacath's name would bring you to the border between Hammerfell and Orsinium?" Narzhal asked as the other orc took a seat near his comrades, who elbowed him and continued their chatter as if nothing had happened.