Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190213203410/@comment-7262318-20190216053841

"Oh, joyous," Shrava laughed. "Perhaps This One's luck is truly turning around for the better..."

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"Damn it..." Sharomn sighed, following the other two out. "This... what madness..."

The little spider creature stopped following them once they turned right. With his newfound friends gone, the construct returned to it's lonely work of making sure the pipes were in line.

At the end of the tunnel, there was another dwemeri door that Sharomn pushed open. He immediately regreted his decision, however, as the trio came face to face with what could only be described as a small army of Forsworn. They stood with their swords drawn, 20 or so sets of eyes focused on them.

At the head of this pack of feral men was a man dressed in a blue pteruge that covered his legs. His upper body was marred in tatoos and scars, while his face was covered by a steel-plated helmet with deer-antlers at the top of it. Clutched in his right hand was a massive golden spear, and by his side were two wolves that looked half-rotted.

"So this is all she has to send for us," The man noted. "How pitiful..."

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Alvoran was fast asleep, his head resting on the side railing of the cart.

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"Here we go..." Alex sighed, ready to get back into character after her brief respite.

"Morgus! We're back," She spat. "Where are you?"

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Torus arrived at the smith's shop and opened the door for Reina to enter.