Setting
Nestled high in the Peaks of this Mountain Ridge's second Mountain, the Skyfall Crypts lay deep in the snow and ice. These once proud Crypts served as a burial ground for some of this world's fiercest warriors, proud scholars and worthy leaders. However, due to the Crypt's legends, so too did the Crypts fall into legend themselves. As the years past, these stone halls began to crumble, the altars ruined and the energies of that mystical place became fouled by time's cold embrace. Recently, the crypts have become opened by two different factions. One Such cavern has been taken over by Necromancers, further dececrating this once proud place by raising the honored dead as servants to their evil schemes. The other is a lone being cloaked in shadow and bearing a strange black stone bow. Be it threat or friend, these caverns hold gold, gems and ancient weaponry ripe for the taking. But beware for the Dead are walking...just waiting to serve their new masters...
The Skyfall Crypts
Nestled high in the Peaks of this Mountain Ridge's second Mountain, the Skyfall Crypts lay deep in the snow and ice. These once proud Crypts served as a burial ground for some of this world's fiercest warriors, proud scholars and worthy leaders. However, due to the Crypt's legends, so too did the Crypts fall into legend themselves. As the years past, these stone halls began to crumble, the altars ruined and the energies of that mystical place became fouled by time's cold embrace. Recently, the crypts have become opened by two different factions. One Such cavern has been taken over by Necromancers, further dececrating this once proud place by raising the honored dead as servants to their evil schemes. The other is a lone being cloaked in shadow and bearing a strange black stone bow. Be it threat or friend, these caverns hold gold, gems and ancient weaponry ripe for the taking. But beware for the Dead are walking...just waiting to serve their new masters...
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The Skyfall Crypts is a part of 
Kingdom of Skyfall.
6 Characters Here
Bjorg Folkvar [36] A Nord warrior and denizen of Skyrim. He is a mighty Dovahkiin that wanders the land in search of fame, fortune, and wisdom as he grows his skill.
Eurander [27] Half elven Rogue who is just trying to make a living.
Jaralemo [16] Monk who has lived here his entire life and is entirely devoted to the great God Eras
King Paul Elupitser [16] King of Skyfall | DECEASED
Trophonia of Skyfall [16] Court Oracle of Skyfall | DECEASED
Artrea [14] Artrea was the Colossus of Light and Life, and in that regard, the most direct perversion of Gaia's succor. Though Artrea had no solid form with which to brutalize Gaia's children, it lived within everything that Eras' light reached.
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Bjorg pushed his way through the shambling horde of undead. He was an unyielding mountain of steel and will, and the Oblivion Blade made short work of the decomposed obstacles that barred their way. Those that weren't subdued by the magical sword were crushed beneath his heel. His nostrils flared, and a plume of smoke came from the man's nostrils. A low growl rumbled from the back of his throat.
He felt the spirit of Ysmir stirring inside him. The dragon soul within drove him forward - unrelenting, indomitable, and without mercy. Bjorg's smarter half pushed it down, not allowing the arrogant and power hungry instincts to take hold. There was strong magic here. He could taste it.
Finally, Bjorg stepped into the antechamber and saw the cabal of mages (and was that a hagraven?) around the glowing cauldron. He grinned, and a pair of strangely reptilian eyes narrowed coldly upon them with draconic hunger.
Bjorg opened his mouth and Shouted.
"Yol toor... SHUL!"
An inferno surged from Bjorg's mouth, and more than half the chamber was filled with raging flames that melted stone and burned bone into ash. He roared like a furnace - no, a dragon - as the white-hot fire made the edges of his faceplate glow with an angry orange hue. The blaze burned for a mere few seconds, but it should have been enough.
Bjorg extinguished the flames, and he stepped onto the hot charred stone with shield and sword raised.
He felt the spirit of Ysmir stirring inside him. The dragon soul within drove him forward - unrelenting, indomitable, and without mercy. Bjorg's smarter half pushed it down, not allowing the arrogant and power hungry instincts to take hold. There was strong magic here. He could taste it.
Finally, Bjorg stepped into the antechamber and saw the cabal of mages (and was that a hagraven?) around the glowing cauldron. He grinned, and a pair of strangely reptilian eyes narrowed coldly upon them with draconic hunger.
Bjorg opened his mouth and Shouted.
"Yol toor... SHUL!"
An inferno surged from Bjorg's mouth, and more than half the chamber was filled with raging flames that melted stone and burned bone into ash. He roared like a furnace - no, a dragon - as the white-hot fire made the edges of his faceplate glow with an angry orange hue. The blaze burned for a mere few seconds, but it should have been enough.
Bjorg extinguished the flames, and he stepped onto the hot charred stone with shield and sword raised.
Eurander followed closely behind the bulky nordic hero. The Half-Elven grave robber simply watched and held the torch aloft as the deadmen who rose to maim and kill the living interlopers fell with each impressive swing from Bjorg and his sharp dark sword. It was upon their arrival into the antechamber a large grated gate fell between the rogue and the mighty warrior.
"Well, what have we here...."
Ulaerius smirked as he moved around the corpse of King Elupitser whilst the old witch began to look around at the group within. The cultist themselves each drew daggers and looked upon the nordic hero not knowing what would become of this man.
"...I suppose you have some gall to waltz right in here and...."
Ulaerius was cut off by the old hag who in a fit of eldritch words and phrases extended her hand creating a barrier between them and the Nord who suddenly unleashed a devastating breath attack. The walls, floor, and even the ceiling above seemed to melt against the torrent of flame and even the screams of the unlucky cultist could only leave to the imagination of burning flesh that seared right off the bone. Agatha gritted her teeth and her burning yellow eyes seemed to intensify as she continued to focus on the barrier against the strange magical breath.
Eurander could only watch in horror as the events played out before him. The death of a few undead had been one thing. This, however, was a completely different beast entirely. Instead of fleeing however the rogue quickly began looking over the gate only to find a rusty looking halberd and began to wedge it under the gate in order to pry it open.
"Well, what have we here...."
Ulaerius smirked as he moved around the corpse of King Elupitser whilst the old witch began to look around at the group within. The cultist themselves each drew daggers and looked upon the nordic hero not knowing what would become of this man.
"...I suppose you have some gall to waltz right in here and...."
Ulaerius was cut off by the old hag who in a fit of eldritch words and phrases extended her hand creating a barrier between them and the Nord who suddenly unleashed a devastating breath attack. The walls, floor, and even the ceiling above seemed to melt against the torrent of flame and even the screams of the unlucky cultist could only leave to the imagination of burning flesh that seared right off the bone. Agatha gritted her teeth and her burning yellow eyes seemed to intensify as she continued to focus on the barrier against the strange magical breath.
Eurander could only watch in horror as the events played out before him. The death of a few undead had been one thing. This, however, was a completely different beast entirely. Instead of fleeing however the rogue quickly began looking over the gate only to find a rusty looking halberd and began to wedge it under the gate in order to pry it open.