Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151017130502/@comment-29559990-20151020205214

The group proceeded down the massive bridge and into the cold lands of Eastmarch just as the sun was beginning to dip into the horizon. Each crunch of the boots against the snow added to their fear, for every crunch meant they were getting closer to that vile being...

Well, not everyone was scared. I'm like 99% sure Ragnar couldn't even pronounce fear correctly.

Jokes aside, the group was soon lead by Kazrris to a massive wooden in, with 3 levels to it's name. There were no lights inside. And if there were, the wooden boardings on the door and windows prevented them from seeing it. Some of the wood structure had begun to rot. It didn't even seem all that sturdy.

Kazrris was the first to walk up the stairs. "Like I said, it's boarded off."

He turned suddenly  to Ragnar. "You got the club. Think you can force our way in?"