Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131116222109/@comment-25109952-20131119214109

(I won't waste your time by getting you to make a post, I'll just have him buried in the mountains.)

The scholar was writing in his journal when the sound of metal hitting metal was heard. They had been excavating for some time now, for Nordic Ruins. Had they hit a chest? Weapons? A coffin? He walked down to his team and asked what it was they hit.

"A body," was the answer he got.

The scholar ordered them to take the body out. A dunmer in gold and green armor. In almost pristine condition, but with... Bite marks?

"Is he alive?"

"No, but he could be resurrected. Looks thousands of years older than any Dunmer I have ever seen. Maybe he'll know about some ruins."

The scholar ordered them to take the Dunmer out. Laying the body on a table in a tent, the workers left while the scholar did a more thorough examination. He checked for a pulse. He didn't expect anything, but next he knew there was a hand pressed against his throat. Before he could speak, the Dunmer took his hand back, muttering something about some lord or other, and stood up. The scholar fainted.

And Archangel wondered what magic had brought him back, and why.