Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171226150054/@comment-17114085-20180115220121

Ragnarr had been sitting on a ruined counter, he stood up. He was well over 7 feet tall, which was rather common for Atmorans. He looked down on Rigmor. "Well? Why do you share your fire with these despicable elves?" He demanded.

Rigmor stood up as well, he only barely reached the ancient man's chest. "They are my companions and I don't appreciate you insulting them to their faces." He had noticed that most of the elves were awakened by the Atmoran's song.

The Atmoran spat on the ground with disgust, though he was a ghost so he had no spit. "If you share your fire with these vile creatures then you are a disgrace to our people, lad. They murdered our kin in Saarthal in cold blood."

That comment angered Athyis. "Like you are any better! You brought my people to near extiction and stole our home!" He had gotten up from his sleeping furs.

Ragnarr looked back at the Snow Elf. "It seems my kin forgot a few then." he retorted. "You filth tread on sacred soil, this is the village of Sotkaam. The gate to Dolreid, sanctuary of the Dragon Priests. Your kind should never have come here."

''So this isn't Ironside. ''Gwen thought. But we're on the right path, it is nearby.

"We've come for the Star of Auriel." Athyis announced. "We will reclaim our holy relic!"

That didn't sit well with Ragnarr. "I will never allow such a thing! Not after all you've done!"

Rigmor tried to intervene. "Ragnarr, these snow elves have done nothing! Their ancestors paid for their crimes in Saarthal with blood long ago. They deserve to have a chance to live. You called me kin, but you were more right than you know. I'm a Burned-Mane, descendant of your great-uncle Aenar. Listen to me."

He tried to use his shared blood with the Atmoran to reason with him, but he was too far consumed with anger. "The only thing that they deserve is death!" Ragnarr's spirit began to disolve, pulled outside the inn.

They heard a loud crack from outside and the ground shook a bit as Ragnarr's body freed itself from the ice that trapped it. He wasn't the only one, the angered spirit was raising up his kinsmen from their restless sleep as well.