Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-24141785-20150521175801

"Hold!"

Kaloter pressed himself up against the chapel's doors, using his bodyweight to hold it shut. An imperial clad in robes helped lock it.

"Keep...going!" He called, his body sweating. Eventually, the doors locked and he finally sat down, taking a rest.

He propped himself up against a pile of crates and looked around the chapel. There was an abundance of survivors in the priory, ranging from Khajiit monks to Argonian barbarians. He unzipped his knapsack and took out a water bottle, gently sipping it.