Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151027230116/@comment-29559990-20151028100835

Vordel wandered down the steps and headed for the very back of the room, where he knew from memory is where Hafnir kept the firewood. He wondered if any of it would still be good. After all, this place had been locked up for, what, 4 years now? Maybe 5...

He did find the pile, and to his surprise, there was still a good bit of logs without even a hint of rot or moss on the bark. Good thing, too. Saved him a trip out into the snow hauling around a wood axe...

The Dark Elf loaded his arms with as much firewodd as his massive limbs would allow him to carry, so that he didn't have to make a second trip down here. The basement had creeped Vordel out ever since they found a child-sized spider down here. Even 16 years after that moment, it still creeped him out.

Once he had enough to create a good fire, he began to head up the stairs. He heard the faint sound of something whispering behind him, but shrugged it off. Probably the winds doing