Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160127045825/@comment-5583506-20160130051850

 Evelyne nodded with admiration. Though she had no doubts that the Beast Slayers would accept these people, there were exceptions. A Beast Slayer could not be afraid of heights since the majority of their battles would be fought on top of the creatures. They had to be fast learners. A single mistake made in combat could often be fatal, but when one was lucky enough to survive any faults made, the same mistake could not be repeated. Ever... A Beast Slayer had to learn not only to fight independently, but also to rely on the skills of his or her companions in order to survive. The lone wolf attitude wasn't an option. A Beast Slayer could not fall to the influence of liquor.

As she reminded herself of the last rule, she cast a worrying glance at Vilk's and the man's never-ending drinking habit.

Then there was the rule of...

 She rubbed her forehead. Even she had trouble recalling all the doctrines and rules the Beast Slayers had established for themselves. But they were indeed useful. She only couldn't remind herself in which order they all came. She had no doubts however that Ran'Jinro would talk their ears off about it, when and if he got some volunteers.



 Ran'Jinro motioned for the group to make a stop as he walked out on an outcropping and overlooked the vale they were passing through. The mists of the Reach slowly rolled over the hills and there wasn't a single Beast in sight.

 In the distance the mountains towered up before them. Their intended destination. Somewhere within a crescent valley lay the ruins of glorious Markarth, and beneath them lay the Underkeep, the subterranean sanctuary of western Skyrim.

 "Looks like there is a pretty steep slope here", he warned. "I suggest you to be careful."