Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-12599067-20140208233613

(Before anyone yells at me, I was roped into seeing a movie, among other things.)

The journal flipped open to reveal pages full of notes and diagrams. Pictures of failed experiments and symbols flipped by before the book finally stopped on one page, which was covered from top to bottom in rather sloppy handwriting. It seemed to be one of the last pages in the journal before the pages went blank, meaning the author was probably helping Novo dig up the phylatrecy.

The necromancers trotted through the winding hallways, completely oblivious to the unexpected guest who was slinking through the shadows behind them. They were obviously still training in the arts of necromancy, as they spoke only of enchanting items and alchemical experiments, with the occasional mention of a necromantic ritual. Fortunately for Daithi, he didn't have to listen to them chatter for very long. They stopped before a tunnel that had been dug into the fortress by hand, with pickaxes and mining supplies still strewn about.

"Gods, the stench! Ardoras told me they'd tunneled into an old ruin, but gods! I've dug up graves that smell better than this," one of the necromancers complained, backing away from the tunnel.

"Don't say I didn't tell you. Those Nordic ruins reek like cheese that's been sitting in the sun for a week. It's surprising to me that Novo hasn't run out screaming yet," his comrade replied.

"I can't imagine why he hasn't. You think the Draugr got to 'em? Bianca told me that they nabbed Endriel when they weren't looking, so I wouldn't count out the possibility they got swarmed by those bonewalkers."

"You still wanna go down there?" the first necromancer asked, and there was a long moment of silence.

"Let them rot. If they come up, great. If not, I vote we pack up and go back to Sunderstone Gorge. Maybe Maluron will take us back," the other necromancer said optimistically, turning away from the reeking ruin and disappearing into the shadows of the ruin. His ally followed close behind, waving at the air in front of his nose in hopes of warding off the stench.