Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150428005035/@comment-5614539-20150502013421

Astor continued onwards, coming closer and closer to the rapturous song. As soon as he entered the main room, though, soaked in golden light, the song quieted enough for him to think. He walked around the outside, tracing his hand over the glass coffins. The faces... They look so familiar... he thought to himself as he wandered tothe front of the room. There was a pedestal, but it seemed... Ethereal. He took another step, and another, but with every step it was as though something was holding, no, dragging him backwards. He grunted, pulling forwards, but the dog started increasing in volume, changing in pitch and tone until it became a horrid, harsh screaming. At this, Astor turned, and fled. He sprinted to the exit, helped on by the mysterious force, no longer wanting to here the dark and twisted melody. He bursts through the doors, looking for his horse. When he couldn't find it, he began a slow, slow walk to the nearest city: Daggerfall.