Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141112030735

Ranwulf, who was right behind Lorcan, looked up and peered into the storm. Sure enough, he could see the towering shadow of Sancre Tor in the distance, looming above them on a nearby hillside like an monument to a bygone age.

Spurred on by the fact that shelter was less than a stone's throw away, the group hurried up the side of the hill and over to the ruined fortress. Even with piles of snow in their path, it took mere moments for them to find the door to the keep and hurl themselves indoors. While it was rather dark and it wasn't much warmer inside the fortress than outside, they all welcomed the shelter from the wind and snow, although they were still shivering in their boots.

Veranwen conjured a ball of light and led them a little farther in to the fortress, bringing the group down hallways and stairs until they reached what appeared to be the dining hall of the once-great stronghold, as evidenced by the huge stone fire pit in the center of the room and the massive, molding tables that surrounded it.

"Home sweet home," Ranwulf announced, dropping his knapsack down by the door and taking a look around. "Looks like this'll be one of the best places to stay until the storm dies, so you should probably all make yourselves as comfortable as possible. I'll go look for some dry wood to start a fire, and you're all welcome to come with me, but after that we'll just have to sit here and try not to freeze," he explained as he unsheathed his sword and axe before turning back to the tunnel they had entered from.

"Anyone who wants to help, follow me. The rest of you are welcome to stay and hold down the fort with Veranwen. C'mon, folks," Ranwulf ordered, waving for the others to follow as Veranwen dropped her knapsack and prepared to settle in for the time being.