Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151201230232/@comment-5543592-20151202203857

Ragnar had turned from view around a hill that heaped in snow. When the group caught sight of him again he was standing still, surveying a clearing, a flat bed of snow. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that was not quite true. The stone base of a building stood out in some places, the snow blown away or having not piled on entirely, and the remnants of wooden walls burned low to the ground still stood, if only just. He glanced back at the group and rolled his eyes at the drawn weapons.

"Oh, put those away." He said with a irritance. "There's nothing that can harm you here."

Not any more, anyway.

Ragnar glanced down, at his feet, where the decaying corpse of a Nordic warrior lay. It wasn't old, and perhaps had only been exposed to the elements for half a year. He glanced up, stepping over the body, and proceeded into the ruin, taking care to pass through wear the door had once been.