Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20160706210840/@comment-15573488-20160816023447

Down the stairs was a single room that extended towards north. At the end was an altar with a single dagger on top, made of a clear blade with bits of bone. Upon further inspection, the group could see the altar was stained with dry blood. In fact, now under the light of the torches, the entire room was stained.

Perig looked around nervously. "Sire, we should go. This looks dange-"

He was suddenly interrupted by the sound of bones being scraped against stone. The sound echoed through the room as shadows seemed to dance around them, maybe produced by the torches. Maybe not. The sound slowly died, and with it so did the shadows and peace reigned the room once again.

"Well, that was something" said Gwynnedan, pocketing the dagger and walking towards the exit. The other two followed, Perig in disbelief.

The group found their horses, curiously still in the same place they left them, and so they mounted and continued to venture further away from their camp. After a long, not specified amount of time has passed they found an unknown camp. That camp held banners of the Nelthar Organization. They stopped the horses a distance from the walls, away from arrow range.

After thinking for a while, Gwynnedan said "Maël, sound the warhorn!"

And so he did, the lingering sound of the horn could be heard for miles, a sound that usually signaled the advances of an attacking army...