Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150810194031/@comment-26446054-20150811120452

Dexirian felt the rope underneath his neck. There was a definite stench in the air, and his body ached. "By the Divines..." He moaned. He must have died. Surely. That bastard Maglir had dragged him away here and tied him to the ledge with rope. It seemed that Akatosh had been kind.

He got up tiredly, and began to notice the ice break from his armour, falling to the floor. He was sure that he had been resurrected.

With that, he walked towards the exterior of the cave, hoping to find help. Maybe if he cast a spell, someone would notice?