Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-17114085-20170525145142

(Just like in my other RPs, feel free to add your own sideplots and storylines to develop your characters. We don't need to stick 100% to the main story the whole time.)

"I don't know what he said, but it can't be good." Erich said, drawing his weapons.

Garm growled.

The tombs around room all opened up, the Draugr inside pushing their lids off.

Rigmor grabbed his Battleaxe. "He's pissed." He understood Dovahzul quite well from his training in the Thu'um, so understanding the bastardized version of Dovahzul that the Atmorans spoke was easy for him.

"Seems you've gotten us into another mess, Rigmor." Erich said and lifted his shield just as a Draugr came runing at him, swinging his mace down on the Nord.

"Garm." Rigmor called. "Nos."

The white wolf lunged ahead at the nearest Draugr, biting his leg and pulling with great force, knocking the undead down.

The Skald had trained the wolf to respond to commands in Dovahzul. The wolf obvioiusly only understood basic commands, nothing too complex.

Rikvard stepped out of his tomb. "Zeymah, krii daar volan!"

Two Draugr came at Rigmor. He lifted his Battleaxe to block one attack, while he let the other one hit. The ancient weapon of the Draugr wasn't powerful enough to pierce through the thick dragonbones and steel plates of the Skald's armor. Rigmor bashed the undead that he had blocked and when the fiend moved back he swung his Battleaxe sideways in a powerful strike, nearly cleaving the Draugr in two. The Draugr caught fire from Tahrovin's Chaos enchantment and fell, defeated.

Erich thrust his sword into the Draugr that attacked him, stabbing the undead in the neck. He pulled his blade out through the side, then bashed the undead. This lopped off its head and killed the fiend.

There were only 11 enemies left, counting Rikvard.