Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150626145118/@comment-5583506-20150630122917

The trio were led to a lair well-hidden behind a waterfall gushing down from the top of a mountain. Elda mumbled all matter of curses and profanities. She had totally forgotten about the markings, indicating that Tiberius and Ragnar were her thralls.

"Uhm, sorry about that, Cat", said Skuld vaguely as he noticed Elda's foul mood. He was still clutching around the bleeding tip of his nose. "But you know the rules. Perhaps if you talked to the tribe leader he could..."

"Oh, cram it!" growled Elda. "I don't need your advice. Perhaps I didn't break that snout of yours enough?"

Skuld fell silent. He knew better than to piss Elda off. He had experienced it many times before during their brief nights together. He missed those...

The lair they entered was separated into several caverns, culminating in an entire complex of caves and pits inside the mountain, but it was the last chamber that caught there interest: a grand ante-chamber lit with torches made out of antlers. At the far end of the chamber there was a throne made out of animal bones and decorated with quail feathers. On the throne there was a gaunt man with a wide chest and a pair of unsettling eyes. On his head he wore the skull of a deer as a helmet, gazing through its empty sockets at the newcomers.

Elda bit together and made a small nod with her head as she stood before the throne. "Father", she stated matter-of-factly.