Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140518233406/@comment-5583506-20140526174328

As a violent blizzard shook the very mountain tops, Valkyrie grunted as she broke through the heavy iron doors of Bleak Falls Barrow to escape the incoming storm. She collapsed on the ground and dropped Frostbite in front of her.

"Dammit", she sighed. "Maybe I won't be needing some draugrs to kill me off, I seem to be handling that just fine on my own..."

She tried to twist her ankle into the right position. Bad mistake. She cried out in pain and spat out a couple of curse words she was glad that she hadn't taught her sister, before she got up on Frostbite again, using the greatsword as a crutch.

"Son of an Altmer whore", she murmured bitterly. "At least this place seems to be clear of the undead."

The journey to the temple had been a strenous one, but she was lucky she didn't encounter any draugrs in her state. She collapsed with her back against an open sarcophagus. Empty and plundered since ages past. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep, but her hand never left the hilt of Frostbite.