Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160626032211/@comment-5583506-20160714231936

Captain Morvayn growled at the workers to set up a camp in front of what appeared to be some sort of rounded metallic door, not too unlike those that had been previously discovered in several Dwemer ruins all over Tamriel. This one however was of Dunmer design and nowhere near as ancient as those of Dwarven design. Though one could tell that the likeness and functionality was directly based on Dwemer design.

The door had slid open to the side and what awaited beyond was a long staircase leading down to a hallway engulfed in a neverending darkness.

Sibern stared down into the darkness disapprovingly, holding his lantern a little higher in the hopes that perhaps he could catch a glimpse of what awaited beyond. It would prove to be futile, but he didn't mind. He knew that they soon enough would be heading down there.

As soon as an encampment had been established with tents and stashes of equipment, Anhjari looked around at all the people. All in all she had counted to up to fifty maybe sixty Dunmers, walking back and forth with various tools and crates. It pleased her somewhat that they for once wouldn't be completely alone during this assignment, but she still couldn't quite shake the feeling that... something was off here...



Lyneas rolled out a map over a wooden table, his eyes adjusting to the light of the lantern in the otherwise completely dark subterranean dome.

"Got to see where they stored the generator that fueled this entire place. That way we can spare the lanterns if we can just get the artificial lights going."