[center][i]Middas, 4th of Last Seed, 4E 203
Near the Southern fringe of Falkreath hold
Skyrim, Tamriel[/i]

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Planting his gauntlets on his hips, Hector Sibassius narrowed his eyes at the old, wooden gate in front of him. It was built into a small elevation about the height of a man that quickly sloped down to the forest floor. Hidden away in a woodland grove, the gate was the entrance to a Nordic burial chamber that had supposedly been undisturbed since it was built. Hector was always skeptical of such claims, but when it came to this barrow, he was inclined to believe the story. Even with very specific directions the place had been difficult to find, and it wasn't the kind of location anyone would stumble upon by accident any time soon. 

As was typical of Falkreath hold, the weather was chilly and gloomy. Fog hung thick between the trees and the sun was hidden behind a heavy layer of clouds, which created the impression of near-twilight, even though it was roughly noon. Or it was supposed to be, anyway. It was hard to keep track of time in this dark forest. The ex-Legionnaire looked around the grove, listening to the oppressive quiet, only punctuated by the chirping of birds and the rustling of woodland creatures in the distance. [i]Looks like I'm the first to arrive.[/i]

Hector was used to marching long distances in heavy armor, so he was already dressed in his Cyrodillic steel plate. An old, ragged traveling cloak was draped over his shoulders and hung down to his knees, and a hood was pulled over Hector's helmeted head. His heart-shaped steel shield was strapped to his back, over his cloak. Hector moved one planted hand from his hip and rested it on the pommel of his sword, fingering the hilt. Gaze still fixed on the wooden doors, Hector considered all of his party members in turn, and wondered what they would find here. 

Startled by the sound of a snapping twig, Hector whirled around and came face-to-face with the second arrival. He relaxed his grip on his sword's hilt and chuckled. "Oh, it's you," he said. "How was your journey?"

[i][GM note: the 'second arrival' is whoever finishes their post first.][/i]