Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140308235607/@comment-10197675-20140315221557

Nerandur slowly made his way deeper into the mine, broad and loud echoes of rumbling groans and moans from the undead arised from the darkness, Nerandur drew his sword and lit a torch and proceeded further into the gloomy mine.

The pathway was murky and enclosing, creeks and splashes could be heard echoing into the distance, but never the less Nerandur soldiered onwards, onwards into the darkness, to discover his ever so mysterious fate. Nerandur stated to pick up the pace as the murmurs of the undead loudened, his eyes deceived him, as he saw bright red eyes in the darkened corners of the cave, and the Dunmer could feel the eyes watching his every move and as he got closer and the light from his torch brightened the area, the eyes suddenly dispersed. The Dark Elf then gently gulped, as his nerves increased, yet Nerandur’s feet still moved forwards, for he did not cower and give up, he showed no weakness.

Nerandur moved onwards, but no drauger he saw and no fate he witnessed and as he was beginning to lose hope a voice whirled and rebounded throughout the cave, it was virtually a deep and almost silent whisper and as it sounded Nerandur’s torch flicked and died, embers gradually swooped onto the ground, and the Dunmer was abandoned in the pitch black darkness. Nerandur’s heart started to pound, as sweat swiftly rolled down from his forehead, silence drew, as the tension mounted, but then right in front of him a set of red eyes appeared, followed by another after another. Nerandur slowly breathed inwards, before gradually breathing out again, unexpectedly he then started to sprint into the darkness towards the eyes, fearing and pondering at what they could be Nerandur aimlessly ran on wafting and shaking his sword in front of him blindly, he felt himself run into a hard object in front and he fell to ground, the groans became louder and the eyes got closer, …