Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-5824038-20150628194104

As soon as the dagger touched the glowing stone a powerful magical shockwave blew Aruvasa back, throwing her a dozen feet from the circle. The stone glowed more brightly for a few seconds, and then returned to its original state.

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'Okay, let's set off.'

Jorvarr and Tyronius trudges through the snow. 'How about this way? There seems to be a dip in the hillside there.'

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As Roland approached the city of Dawnstar an increasing sense of quiet fear grew inside him. It was eerily quiet, and a cold wind blew through the air.

Lining the pathway were dozens and dozens of cairns, with strips of fabric fluttering in the breeze. Each one marked the shallow grave of a traveller or soldier or villager.

The town itself was a mess. Some of the buildings were missing half their walls, some had no rooves, some were slowly sinking into the snow. The broken bases of walls marked the location of a longhall that would have served as the Jarl's home.

It certainly seemed like nobody had been here in decades. Yes, the town was in ruins, but it didn't seem as though it had been touched in a long time. There was no methodical shifting of rubble to reach storehouses or chests.