Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150315072056/@comment-29458028-20150315153123

Besides the scorch marks on the walls that bore testament to the great battle, there were skeletons of bandits littered around, in the complete darkness. A Draugr deathlord was pinned to the wall with it's own ebony sword, which was broken and shattered, half incinerated.

The chests were all open and relieved of loot. There was a few jewels left on a table, though. The Dragoborn seemed to have scoured most of the loot.

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The inhabitants of Riverwood began to check out the newcomer. One person said "Heyyy, what's under that helmet? It's uncomfortable to do buisiness or greet people with a helmet on!"

There were whispers of a certain "Crimson Demoness" lurking around, though.

Vladimir was still riding his horse. He had killed a couple of bandits, which weren't too much of a problem for the skilled vampire battlemage, but he was still far from his destination. He hated the sun, it annoyed him a lot.