Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140222014010/@comment-11457306-20140224041825

"Just help me carry him."

Together they carried Strogg into the cavern and placed him gently into the tomb from which Mannimarco had been raised. Anwen was gasping in pain when they finally laid him to rest. She had been badly injured. Only her adrenilene was keeping her going.

Anwen carefully placed his helm on Stroggvir's head and adjusted his armor. She crossed his arms over his chest. She placed two gold Septims over his sunken eyes. Finally, she brought his axes in and slid them into place in their rings at his belt. Last, she leaned over and kissed his pale lips. "You hunt with Hircine now, my love, but I have not given up on your soul.  If there is a way I can rescue you from the Hunt and bring you to Sovngarde I will do so, if it is the last thing I do.  I will bring you home, I swear it."

She nodded to Daithi as tears streamed down her face and together they lifted the lid of the sarcophogaus into place. It slid home with a final chunk that echoed in the destroyed chamber. Then she turned, head held high, even though she limped away.

(Good night.)