Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131230030531

Makoru nodded slowly, eyeing the crossbow. The tone of her voice mixed with the wide variety of weapons she was toting made him a little skittish, and he made a point to be careful around these people. They seemed rather irritated with him, and he couldn't blame them. It was most unwise to sell off the Elder Scroll to Hircine, but there was no use beating himself up over it now.

Jack looked around warily as the path seemed to grow narrower and the trees seemed to draw closer. Bones littered the ground in some locations, and once or twice the cry of some creature could be heard in the distance, which made him jump. Finally, they reached a large clearing that sported a campfire in the middle, and sawn logs propped up as benches around the blazing fire. An overhang sat across the clearing, and on it sat a sinister totem made of various bones, furs, and a wooden pole to hold it all together.

Suddenly and without warning, the woods grew deathly quiet. Jack immediately felt like a deer being stalked by wolves, everything in his body told him to run. Makoru, however, felt no such terror. He avoided others of his kind if he could, but knew enough about them to sense their prescence. "Make a tight circle around the campfire, and don't make any sudden moves," he commanded, drawing Bloodharvest and standing with the flames at his back.