Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160127045825/@comment-5583506-20160130184759

The spirits of the past was all around them. Back in the days when the Third Aldmeri Dominion had marched with heavy boots through Tamriel, the city of Markarth had fallen under siege for almost three years. Though the city had managed to fight back against the Thalmor, nothing could have protected them from the devastating power of the Beasts... from wherever they had come from...

A thin ravine opened up before them as they passed the ruins of a collapsed guard tower. The crevice was far too thin for any Beast to enter and thus explained the reason for why the Underkeep had always managed to survive in this harsh world.

The path led the group to a gate of an unknown, but sturdy metal, blasted into the very mountain itself. No guards seemed to be in the vicinity however.