Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-12599067-20140208041818

(Also, I've got a little something planned that tells the the story behind Vol and Eirik, but that can wait.)

A drawer full of old papers and ruined books nearly sent Raelynn flying backwards as it suddenly shot open, sending a flurry of papers into the air. However, among the books a single tome stood out. A small journal, bound in leather, was lying on the ground next to her foot.

Daithi could barely hear snatches of conversation as he crept down the stairs, but he could hear enough to tell that he was heading in the right direction. A pair of necromancers could be seen at the bottom of the staircase just ahead, speaking in hushed tones. Unfortunately, Daithi was too far away to hear anything more than a short conversation about alchemical studies. He would have to get much closer if he wanted to hear anything else the necromancers had to say.

"Then let's go. Just keep quiet and follow my lead, and hopefully those damn warlocks will never know we're here," Makoru said optimistically, slipping into the shadows with Kenyon not too far behind. Hopefully they could be in and out of the fort quickly, as he didn't quite like the thought of being shot by more of Torene's sunbeams.