Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180208203611/@comment-7262318-20180218022328

"Creatures emerge. That's about the big and little of it," He informed her. "They're... not of this... they're something else."

"Something else, he says!" Cried a brittle, old voice at the wall. An elderly man, seeming to be of Nordic descent, sat hunched in a pile of dirt and rocks.

"Hush, old man," Dunore scolded. "We don't know exactly what they are. They look human, but they're not. Claws, Razor Teeth, taller than most... Like shaved trolls, but angrier..."

Xavier had tagged along. He too was interested in what was going on. He motioned for Eselde and Fenrik to follow.

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The mead hall contained  pots filled with meat and stews, platters filled with the day's hunt and yesterdays trade. There appeared to be enough, just enough for this colony to not go hungry. Mead was also held here, some opened and some not, all underneath a cozy candle fire that gave light to each corner of the hall.

There were rooms, too, probably for beds. A stairway at the far back lead down into the earth, most likely a cellar of some kind.

"Well, isn't this nice?" Goriyn said. "And you folks were blasting it for not being a castle..."