Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-12599067-20140213181037

(Back.)

"This is probably the closest we can get to Scourg, Daithi. We'll just have to hope that the orcs aren't home," Makoru replied, keeping a vice grip on his sword as Kenyon and company flashed into existence behind them. The usual loud crash that told of their arrival was drowned in a deafening roar of thunder, as a storm had fallen over the Dragontails and was now drenching the land in a heavy rain.

Although they were at the foot of the hill where the stronghold stood, it was evident that a great battle had taken place at the ruined town. Spatters of blood, a dull red against the jagged rocks and dirt path, spoke of a fierce assault from the necromancers. The corpses, however, were nowhere to be found, no doubt taken by the warlocks to be used in their foul magics.

"C'mon. There's no time to spare," Makoru reminded them, setting off for a nearby trail that wound farther and farther up into the mountains. Even though he had never been to the Barrow in person, he had a good idea of where the necromancers were hiding, especially with the cyclone of storm clouds that had gathered over one of the mountain peaks.