Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190520133247

Bakel wasn't happy with that notion. "Then I will just have to kill Grulmog first."

He was quiet for the rest of their night meal, mostly just drinking and barely touching the dried meat and stew that was brought to them.

Bakel fell asleep, or more accurately passed out, in his high chair.

Mornz threw a fur cloak over him, so he didn't freeze during the night, then picked up a sleeping Durzha to bring her to her bed. She passed by Lamush and said. "We have a spare bed here in the longhouse for the chief's Hunts-Wife. It's been vacant for a while. You're welcome to use it until you leave."

The Orcs couldn't resist, both of them stunned from Reeth's spells. They were butchered by the Daedra and Tiskr.

No more Orcs remained in that room.

Elisiv nodded. "Aye, we did. I guess these Orcs are smarter than we assumed. They put up distractions in order to catch us by surprise. We'll have to be more careful next time."

"Alright everyone, keep moving. Staying put isn't going to get us anywhere." Bodvar ordered.

The Companions continued through the mine network, keeping watch on both ends of their marching columb.

They eventually came upon a mining chamber, though it contained only corpses. Someone had passed by this place before them and killed the Orcs.

"Seems like we aren't the first crew to make it in these mining tunnels." Elisiv muttered.

Kane was sitting in the Windhelm Pit bleachers, watching the fights. It was strange to see people voluntarily fighting for other's amusement. In the south where he was from, the Ayleids held fights in large arenas, pitting slave against slave until only one remained. No slave did it out of their own will, they were forced to fight for their masters. That was how Kane's father, Styr, died.

A small comfort knowing that dying in battle granted him eternal celebration in the halls of his god. Kane thought. He wondered if he would be welcome in Shor's hall when he died. He was half-Atmoran afterall, though he didn't actively worship his father's gods.

He didn't like to think about the afterlife much, since he always assumed that his parents were eternaly seperated in Aetherius. A sad fate knowing that they loved each other in life. Now that they are both finally free, they can't enjoy each other's company.

"There you are Styrson." Skorm called out to him. "I was looking for you yesterday." The Atmoran sat next to Kane. With him was his young son.

"Oh, hello Skorm. Sorry for bothering you yest.."

Skorm cut him off, smacking him in the back. "Don't worry about it Styrson. You aren't from around here, you were probably just looking for someone to spend the festival with. Well my son and I are here now. Let's watch some pit fights!"