*Takes sip of mead* "We have a vampire with us, I'm not coming out alive." Balrir said."And he's a gray skin." he muttered.

"Relax, he's not going to feed on any of us without permission. Anyone else," Falin shrugged, "well, they're free game." She pushed the heavy door open. "Let's quit wasting time then. You all have what you need?"

"Let me just some more mead." he grabs his backpack he puts 10-12 Nord Meads into his backpack, for the journey, he puts a waterskin after.

"Let me just some more mead." he grabs his backpack he puts 10-12 Nord Meads into his backpack, for the journey, he puts a waterskin after.

"Ko'Do'Kar the spellsword, at your service, but, please, for your convenience, call this one K.D.K." said KDK, "Where are you people going?"

"Checking out this old tomb for treasure."

"I'm ready." He had just finished sharpening his Deathspade and refined his armor.

"Let's get a move on then." Falin led the small group inside, lighting a torch while they were in the entrance hall. The ancient tomb was dark, the stale air carried a musty scent. The quiet skittering of skeevers could be heard further inside.

Balrir sees a chest. "Oooh." He looks at the chest and opens it, suddenly a flail flys infront of him he quickly  jumps back.

"You alright Balrir?"

"Yeah." Balrir looks inside the chest and sees 3 coin purses under them was a flawless sapphire. 

"Amazing he takes everything and stuffs it in his backpack, he puts the sapphire in his pocket (oh yeah the backpack looks like this)

3 draugr stood in front of the misfits. "Dammit, forgot about those skeevers." He draws Deathspade.

Falin drew her bow and nocked an arrow, "Didn't think we'd be running into these things so soon."

Thank you all for entering the ruins. I never thought that one of my ideas would have so many participants. But here's the catch: one of the straps on Balrir's pack just snapped and nobody has leather strips to repair it. What do you do?

I take out my scythe and I start slashing at the center drauger.