Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160518214445/@comment-5543592-20160520222230

"Bonelord." Scire whispered. He'd never gone on the group's runs into tombs before, he'd always been otherwise occupied, but now he saw what good sense that had been. Dunmer shyed away from places of the dead as a rule--the resting places of their ancestors were never to be disturbed--but when they were, vengence was swift. He could've told everyone what a bad idea this was with a nursery rhyme he'd learned as a child.