Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141102124827/@comment-10698960-20141104203655

Xero and a few others from his group (like, four, maybe) walked pass what used to be Whiterun, somewhat ignoring the fact that there was a sword sticking out in the middle of it.

"Damn, poor Whiterun..." One of the grounp members said.

"The Darklings were a threat, it is good that they left, but I know they will come back one day and complete their conquest..." Xero said, looking down into the crater.

"Should we take that sword?" Another one said

"No, that is the sword of their leader, and would end up getting it's weilder killed if they refuse to return it to him once they come back..." Xero answered, looking down into the crater, at the sword.

"On a side note... I'm exausted, shall we camp here for now?" Xero added

"Sounds good..." Some of the others said

They proceded to set up their camp for that night, next to the crater. Once it was finished, Xero sat down, polishing Zulu, the others just sat arund the fire, a tad bored.