Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150717135551/@comment-5824038-20150812194052

When Roland lifted up the mask he felt the floor beneath him buckle, and he plummeted down as a trapdoor opened. Strangely, when he landed, he was mostly unhurt. He found himself lying in a pile of leaves, sticks, and grass. It appeared that the pile of plant matter was designed to stop people from dying from the fall.

Roland was in a very large underground grove of trees. Gaps in the canopy showed cracks in the rocks above, and shafts of light illuminated the cavern. There was a small stream trickling away. To his left, a few hundred feet away, there was another altar. This one was larger, more impressive than any other he had seen.

And resting on it was the sword.

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It had been a couple of minutes. 'I don't think the others are going to come back,' Jorvarr said, his voice sad with the realisation of what probably happened.

'Which direction should we go in, do you think? I suggest we follow Roland. He should have been competent enough to survive any draugr attacks, so maybe he found the right way?'