Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24760123-20141121225050/@comment-25151563-20141124224007

(I'll refer to my anonymous bandit as The Vindicator to differentiate from generic bandits)

The Vindicator stands on a wooden platform next to another bandit as the men work away at the strange door at the bottom. While out bandit-ing, they had discovered mysterious ruins that were unlike anything they've seen before; not dwemer, akaviri, falmer, tsaescic or any other kind of precursor civilization. The bandits had decided to excavate the site to uncover technology from a lost race, and had started the project almost a week ago, but little progress had been made. The strange ruins were very sturdy and adamant, but they were very slowly cutting through the strange stone.

Generic bandit "The crew's on the chisels all week. We've slightly scraped away the surface."

Generic bandit 2 "It's definitely a door of some kind. There's a keyhole right there, but it's not in the shape of any dragon claws I've ever seen."

Generic bandit 3 "Vilongr thinks that's a sign that it wasn't meant to be opened. It might house horrors beyond our imagination."

Generic bandit 2 "Shut up. There's fifteen of us, I'm sure we can handle anything that comes out of that hole."

The Vindicator rests his hands on the hilt of Chillrend, which was securely sheathed at his waist. They didn't need to worry at all about outside intrusions because they had hedge wizards casting an illusion spell 24/7, making the entrance appear as if it were a solid rock wall. It also helped that they were within Blackreach, and the falmer wouldn't be able to see past it anyway.