Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160815191145/@comment-5543592-20160816131810

As the pair reached the mountain's summit, they caught sight, among the dark obsidian and rock that made up the top of the volcano, a large stone structure built into the exterior side of the Volcano's crater. It was massive, and likely had only gotten larger as a result of lava flowing over it. Perhaps it had been hand-carved from the volcano itself, or maybe by magic, forged by the Hiradirge, the masters stone-magic, as a keep to stand the test of time.

It wasn't pretty, the volcano's quakes and eruptions had distorted it's shape, making it look uneven and asymmetrical in places. There were holes in the fortress, exits where their originally wouldn't have been any, as a result of crumbling stone work, and holes in the roofs and ceilings of the structure that cast dim light in on dull, sterile stone work. Any real defences it had, like bastions or towers, had been destroyed or melted away. All that remained was it's high position, and sole gate, made of iron, that had a mout of lava. A vent in the volcano was open just infront of the fortress, allowing a constant stream of searing hot magma to bleed past the fortress down the mountain side.

The gate, a draw-bridge of pure iron, was lowered, inviting Miri inside.

Hadrian, Talin, and Scire stepped into darkness.

Scire must've assumed the man was Hawke, because he took the Nord's hand, before immediately realizing his mistake and letting go mumbling a "sorry." Despite his ability, Scire was still very much blind.

The entrance seemed to fade behind them and the tunnel grew bright, lit by the magical lamps Dwarvens were known for. The light revealed the beautifully carved stone slabs with edges that were plated with bronze and brass that made up the floors and walls of a Dwemer ruin. As the trio walked forwards, they were immediately confronted by a branch in the maze: left or right.