Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150131143311

"There it is!" exclaimed Claire and raised her lantern to a source of light above them.

Victorius looked up. It was a another grate, reachable due to a collapsed pillar underground.

"I don't know what these tunnels were a part of in the beginning", said Claire. "They were probably here long before they built the city. Some old Daedric shrine perhaps? Or worse? Either way, this is our stop. Let's go."

The Breton climbed up on the fallen pillar and helped the Imperial up. She then walked straight over to the grate in the roof and shoved its rusty metal bars open. When Victorius and and Claire came out, he found themselves within some sort of abandoned storage room, although it looked like it had been abandoned for centuries, and its very architecture didn't look like anything found within the city.

Claire opened the outer door to the strange little building and walked straight out into a field. Victorius curiously followed and soon became aware that they were at least one or two miles away from the city walls. The building they had come out of stood in the middle of nowhere as a reminder of ancient times long since past.

"And now?" he asked.

"And now we head for the ruins of Shademist", filled Claire in. "Wraith will be waiting there."

"What if he never made it out of the city himself?"

Claire snickered. "Oh, I very much doubt that. Even Wraith must have known of other paths to leave the city, if things should have gone badly."

Victorius nodded. "If you say so... Well then, let's be off!"

-

Valkyrie crawled out of the grate and cursed. If she ever had to trudge through another sewer again, she would put the Bereaver against her own temple and pull the trigger. But nevertheless she was out, and she had learned of a new way to enter Daggerfall. She had memorized every tunnel they had wandered and made a mental map for future usage. It would only get easier from hereby on.

She was a good tracker and the pair she followed would walk on dirt and grass, leaving footprints and tracks for her to follow. Wraith was as good as a dead man...