Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20140101182658

(Then I shall attempt to be more cautious. But saying an old tomb is relatively free of enemies isn't exactly true. Vampires, draugr, necromancers... and the horrid Frostbite Spiders.)

Jack, who had poked his head back inside the crypt and was urging for the others to follow him outside, cocked his head as a voice echoed down the hall. It sounded human, but it was muffled from echoing across the walls. That said, it wasn't uncommon for necromancers to go sifting through old tombs and clear out it's former tenants before they set up camp. He drew a pair of knives and told the others to stay put, then silently slid into the shadows and crept towards the entrance of the barrow.

Makoru opened his eyes groggily, looking around and taking a moment to remember where he was. He looked down at Torene in his arms and did his best to put on a smile, but it was difficult to maintain given the present situation. He leaned back, careful not to wake her, and took a moment to think. He would need to return to Hammerfell first, and assemble the few people there that still knew he was alive. After that... he stopped himself. Without the Underworld or the Imperial Cult to support him, who else could he turn to? He thought long and hard, taking count of the few remaining allies he could muster.