Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170101024046/@comment-2165692-20170110014514

The group entered the crypt under silence. Centuries, if not eras, of decay weighed heavily on the air. The sour aroma of old linens, drenched in dried-up embalming fluids. Here they brought the Dead; drifting far beyond the reaches of the world in a silent, dreamless slumber. Yet still for some reason they remained, still wandering the quiet, abandoned halls of the tomb. Was that the sound of re-animated remains shuffling about around the corner just now? Or perhaps it was the presence of squaking rodents skittering along the dusty stone floor? Thousands of eyes gleaming and then fading into the darkness like dying stars in the night sky of a distant and alien world. The group treaded carefully from herenow on. They knew that they weren't alone. The tomb stood by itself, not sane in solitude. Yet whomever walked there never walked alone. Another lost soul in another lost location - seemed appropriate somehow... (This description has been brought to you by Lazarus Grimm)

Nazrei looked upon two dead bandits, one had been ripped apart right at the middle, the other hung from a hook on the wall. She looked at Enkaris "apparently they are not."