Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20181201131100/@comment-17114085-20190108190803

The draugr dodged the torch, but couldn't dodge the shout. Marked for Death weakened the draugr's armor and was sapping away at his defenses every second.

Tiskr wasn't too wounded, only a few bruses, so Reeth's spell was an overreaction. Nonetheless, Tiskr now felt good as new.

The Draugr was around 2.2 meters tall, taller than Hefndir. It was hard to tell what it was in life, but if the size of its room was any indication it was probably some important member of the temple's cultists.

It yelled out at the Stormhawks. "Volaan! Hi krilon meyzvolaan ko raald do ok thur Jermulgraag?!" It was hard to understand his groaning, but Hefndir could more or less understand it as [Intruder! You dare trespass in temple of his overlord Jermulgraag?!]

The draugr grabbed an old Atmoran Battleaxe that was mounted on the wall of his quarters and swung it in an uppercut at Hefndir's right side.

Found some small holes in the wall opposite one of the doors further down the corridor. They were too small to house spikes like the ones that tried to kill Harald at the staircase, but they certainly had something dangerous inside them.

Jofrodr regained his composure and helped the thane unlock the second door. The room wasn't another food storage, it looked like a bunkroom of sorts, though the beds had decomposed and were broken down. "Thank Kyne." Jof muttered, he was dreading having to face that smell again.

Harald gave the room a once-over, just to see if it was unremarkable. He found a chest by the broken bunk and opened it. Inside were a few scrolls.

"Treasure?" Jofrodr asked.

Harald unrolled one of them. They were written in dovahzul, which wasn't surprising given their location. "No. These are just reports, probably the work of stewards in the cult."

He quickly read over some of the scrolls, those that weren't rotted to dust.

The thane grunted and placed them back. "Nothing too important in them, though they do give us a good indication of the size of this place. According to the reports there were roughly 70 cultists living here back during the Dragon War. Though if that is the case the inventory for the food stocks seems way to large. What the stewards catalogued can easily feed four, no five times as many people."

Since he kept a close eye on the reports of his own stewards in Morvunskar, the thane was well aware of how the number of people corolated to the size of food stocks.

Agrunac eventually came up to the clearing that the farmer had pointed him too. he found fresh blood there, no older than a day, and most importantly a camp.

The Thane's camp was still there, with his horses and sled with supplies. There didn't appear to be any guards stationed there, but it would be foolish to leave supplies unattended. The Dwemer could be sure that there was someone nearby.