Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150326131815/@comment-1592115-20150331130932

The refuge team finally reached Echo Cave, it is emptied, seemed to be a place lived by someoone before, probably just bandits, while there're a few mining ore and mushrooms, it should be a good place to rebuild their village, with the help of those woods brought from Riverwood.

They then lit up a bonfire, piled up with bones and a rusted sword plunged onto it. Lost Echo Cave will soon be a functional rock mine. The couple then sit at the bonfire, chatting about this seemly mundane cave.

Harena: "Nicola, what now?"

Nicola: "We're now building a village for the townsfolk, this place is far from civilization, not much people know its existance except the Mages Guild, they're those who killed my parents, from what I heard. But now they're defunct, there's no meaning carrying that burden after all."

Harena: "Eh? So this cave had its story?"

Nicola: "I was born from a small family, they're the remnants of a famous Arcane Art Sect, the Order of the Black Worm, they're a group of Necromancers who swore their lives to preserve their culture and the undying art, and this cave was once Mannimarco's latest home, yes, the proud king himself, if it wasn't told by a note from my long gone parents, i wouldn't even know about this place, well, their cultures are better to be buried forever I'd say, the undying art is good, but not when one messed with them."

Harena: "Oh, I see, but now I'm getting tired, we'd start our works tomorrow, goodnight, Nicola."

Nicola: "Goodnight, Harena."

They both started sleeping together, it's a calm, peaceful night.

Yes, Nicola is indeed one of the few surviving remnant from the Order of the Black Worm, but now, it seems he had no interest in reviving the Worm Cult, all he wants is now living with Harena peacefully.

The rest of the villagers started up tents for sleeping.