First to join is Misfit band Leader. To leader: just because you lead, doesn't mean you get to be OP. You WILL be banned and a new leader elected!

When joining, state: Username, sex, race, and class.

The adventure begins at the opening of the Ruins. A runt mutters, "Maybe we should turn back..." but you deside to press on into the barrow...

(p.s. I will drop in randomly to check on progress and spice things up a bit. Have fun...)

Will you be the narrator and tell us what we encounter? I can't stand it if there is no one saying what we find.

Sharsosah

Will you be the narrator and tell us what we encounter? I can't stand it if there is no one saying what we find.

the job's yours if you want it! but, like i said, i'll be checking up on the progress from time to time and to spice things up a bit... *laughs maniacly*

Name: Falin Nightlake

Sex: Female

Race: Bosmer

Class: Agent

Falin ignored the runt and stretched. "Remind me, who was it complaining about explorer safer areas and wanted to come here? Besides, the place looks pretty untouched. Either it's already cleaned out or we're going to find something really good down there."

Welcome Falin Nightlake, leader of a band of misfits. Feel free to recruit as you see fit.

Name: Ko'Do'Kar

Sex: Male

Race: Khajiit

Class: Thief

Name: Zork

Sex: Male

Race: Nord

Class: Thief

Name: Zirfar R'is

Sex: Male

Race: Dunmer/Vampire

Class: Healer

"We're going to have to be careful, I've heard plenty of stories on how the ancient Nords placed traps in their crypts."

Name: Balrir the Strong

Sex: Male

Race: Nord/Werewolf

Class: Warrior 

Weapons: Steel Battleaxe of Firey Souls (it's a weapon in Skyrim, and I will mention it as "Deathspade")

'Damned Nords. The filth deserve no respect.' Zirfar takes his Restoration Staff, 'I'm thirsty. Anyone, er, willing to lose a bit of blood?'

"Balrir the Strong, at your service.". He bows in front of Falin. "Oh, I forgot to mention, I can swing an axe pretty damn well, and my name isn't just for jesting." 

Falin nodded. "Then if any dead decide to er . . . stop being dead, you should be able to fix that." Glancing at Zirfar, she rolled her eyes and held out her arm. "Try not to bite so hard this time."

'Don't worry.' I feed for a few seconds. 'Much better.'