Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150315072056/@comment-29461586-20150315144929

Somewhere in northern Skyrim...

She was shivering rather badly. She hated the cold, even for being someone afflicted with the curse of undeath. If one asked her, she just wanted to get to shelter as fast as possible.

She cursed herself under her breath for not considering spending a night at the Windpeak Inn back in Dawnstar, and ignoring the warnings of the gods-forsaken blizzard that finally came about.

She struggled to find her way through and eventually bumped into what looked like an old and abandoned Nordic Ruin. With no other option, she decided to enter the ruin.

She didn't know that she bumped into the ruins of Frostmere Crypt, which was cleared out a very long time ago.