Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150903185204/@comment-5583506-20150909000148

Suddenly, an inhuman screech was heard from the basement below. Just as if someone had discovered that centuries of hard labor had proven fruitless... or turned out missing...

"THIEVES! THIEVES!" lamented the voice an despicable snarl as rapid footsteps could be heard coming after them. "YOU DISGUSTING THIEVES! I WILL FEAST ON YOUR CARCASSES! YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE FROM MARANDUS CARMIRO!"

The Khajiit and the Breton pushed onward into the darkness, leaving the vague light from the entrance far behind them as the light from the lantern far away came closer and closer. And as the light grew stronger, the fouler the stench became.

Anhjari wrinkled her nose. Her keen senses caught the scent at a far worse rate than Astien. "By the Gods", she murmured and grimaced. "Where... where is that coming from? I have never..."

As they came into the light from the lit lantern, Anhjari heard a vague splashing sound as they took another step. The floor felt wet and sticky underneath her feet. She looked down. Despite the darkness surrounding them, the light from the lantern revealed something that couldn't be anything else but blood.

"Oh, Gods..." she whimpered and trembled. She clutched onto the Breton. "Astien..."