Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191212035459

The group then entered the mansion, and the first thing they noticed was how the doors behind them seemed to have immediately locked itself. Dravis' attempts to open the door and kicking it were futile.

The mansion was deathly quiet and was dimly lit by a chandelier of candles. Right in-front of the group were the grand staircases of the mansion, leading to the second floor. To the left and the right of the group were doors, leading to the east and west wing of the mansion respectively.

Torsten decided to take a step forward, but this proved to be a mistake. As if the mansion itself had detected intruders, a dark portal appeared out of thin air and out from it came a horrendous atronach made of flesh. Its sickly pale kin and contorted facial features was mired by deep gashes that oozed with blood. The flesh atronach's 'hands' were fitted with metal bracers, and the creature from oblivion swiped Torsten away, sending him flying before he landed on the mansion's cold floor with a thump. The ex-legionnaire's wind had been knocked off right from his sails.

It wasn't long until the flesh atronach's attention turned to the rest of the group. Dravis immediately unsheated his axe as he adopted a combat stance.

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Meralys gave a smirk at Rialor's actions.

"It's dirty work, but look at it this way: All three of us survive, eh?" Meralys commented as the pair made way back to the Outlaw's Refuge. This time however, Meralys decided to stick around at the place instead of making way to her camp.

"You ever been to one of these places before, boy?"