Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150320000159/@comment-5583506-20150323014557

The steep rooftops of Riften cast eerie shadows over the vaguely lit streets. The very atmosphere was teeming with the sounds of stray cats preying on vermin in the alleyways and the faint whisper of rogues and thieves around the corners, waiting for an unwary pedestrian to walk by. But this night was different however... They could feel it. Ever since just a couple of days ago they would have welcomed the very thought of night time, but now... they feared it. Feared it because they knew they weren't alone out there. Something was set loose, something which wandered the dark lanes as they did. The darkness over Riften felt... unnatural, to say the least.

A lonely candle had been lit in the window at the Temple of Mara, but apart from that it didn't look like anybody was home. Haelga's Bunkhouse had closed down early and barred their doors from the inside, hoping that whatever evil had claimed the lives of one of their girls would remain outside.

The first stairwell in the Apartment district was blocked from public access, due to the recent killing, a pair of guards were posted outside. Another house further down the same district had also been barred up. There was still a vague scent... of death over it.

Only at the Bee and Barb, people seemed to look alive.

Sibern crouched behind the iron fence, still focused on capturing whoever lived underneath the tombstone. Perhaps he would get lucky?