Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140317053628/@comment-25146201-20140318024744

"No, no, no!" Telmin yelled as he ran from the tomb. He scrambled away from the wisps, the mother was the true danger. One of them neared him, but he turned around and cut it in half in the blink of an eye. He continued running up the stairs but saw the wispmother materialize a ways ahead of him. His best bet now was to hide, and he did just that  by ducking into an alcove where bodies were placed. All grew deathly silent, the wispmother scouting through the halls, Telmin holding his breath. When she thought that Telmin had gotten away, she vanished. Telmin let out a sigh of relief, he was safe. Or so he thought. Blue eyes opened from behind him, the draugr showed no mercy.

The Dunmer fell to the ground with a sickening crack, an axe in his skull.