Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140622002837/@comment-5583506-20140623225519

Arngrim stroke his beard. "Well, I am a sellsword, ma'am. And it just so happens that a young Breton woman named Hollis had a huge load of gold available for anyone who would partake in some sort of experiment she was conducting. And foolish as I am I accepted, partly because of the gold she offered and partly because of her beauty. She had recently been studying in some old tomes, claimed she had discovered that she was an heir to some old mage's legacy or something like that. And now she believed that she could open up a rift between the world of the living and the world of the dead to speak to her ancestors in the hopes that they would reveal all their secrets."

He made a pause. "I was a little hesistant to the idea of magic involved. But she promised she would bed me if I agreed." He blushed and scratched himself on the back of his neck. "And I agreed. She said that if something were to happen, like she would accidentally conjure up an army of dead or something like that, I would be there to protect her. Well, she managed to open a rift alright. Only problem was she didn't realise she had summoned it right below my own feet, and of course that the portal didn't lead to the realm of the dead at all, but to..." He looked around in disgust. "... this place..."