WG - Black Rock Caverns, Options

[King Coin]

It was just after midday when the vampire’s lair came into view. Aravi stopped walking and slowly crouched in case they had someone watching the entrance for intruders. The long grass came up to her breast. Her helm was stowed in her pack still; she will put it on before entering the ruin. She waved at Vera and Kayla, letting them know she could see their destination.

The vampires could have chosen a worse spot to hide. A beautiful waterfall splashed over the mouth of their cave, partially concealing it from view. A small, but deep pool of water formed in front of it. I would be tempted to swim if I didn’t think there were vampires just inside.

The vampires could have also chosen a better place to hide. They were too close to the city of Chorrol, and it wouldn’t take long for their activity to be noticed. Then the countess would dispatch mercenaries or professional hunters and this place would be one of the first to be checked.

Aravi flicked her ears in an effort to clear the bugs buzzing around her head. She was hot in her armor, her fur was sticky. There were many things she missed about Cyrodiil while she lived in Skyrim, but right now she longed for the cool mountain air. The bugs weren’t nearly as thick either. She flicked her ears again and tried to listen for anything while her companions approached.

[Darkness Eternal]

If vampires could smell wet dog, they'd compare Vera to one of the wolves running out about the countryside. The heat was intense, and she began to sweat under her armor. And the small pool was simply beckoning to her for a drink. Vera was half-tempted to quench her thirst before he continued with her companions.

Vera crouched beneath the tall grass next to Aravi, and set her eyes directly on the running waters of the cavern and straight at the entrance which led to the nest of the slumbering nosferatu. At first everything seemed tranquil with the running waters, the birds singing above the branches and the butterflies fluttering in the distance. That was, until Vera saw past the waterfall and glimpsed a man standing right behind it. A human man. She couldn't tell if he was Breton or Imperial, but certainly a two-legged guard-dog standing outside. Whether he was mesmerized into their service or doing it for his own accord, it didn't matter to her. Though his only error could be standing there at the wrong place, at the wrong time, he was just as good as dead as those vampires who were inside.

Vera pointed her nose at the entrance with the kick of her head. "There's a man there," she told Aravi in a low whisper. She wasn't sure if Aravi spotted him or not. "If he sees us, he will raise an alarm to those inside."

She swung her pack from her shoulder, and placed it before her and Aravi. She opened it and inside was revealed a number of deadly tools; throwing stars, different colored vials of poison, and two hunting knives. One of which was mystical in appearance, and had Daedric lettering over the blade. The hilt seemed made of bone and was formed into the likeness of a wolf's jaw but the metal itself was undoubtedly Daedric. This was a weapon even Vera used in rare occasions. There was a fate worst than death for those whose life would be taken by this very dagger.

Aside from that, Vera picked away a green vial and held it up close to Aravi's face. "This here is a poison that can paralyze in seconds. Once it hits into the bloodstream it spreads just as fast as the blood flows." She turned to see if Kayla was there, too. But she remained focus on Aravi. "Vampires can smell blood, especially if too much is spilled."

She had thought of finding a way to shoot the man down with a bolt to his head, or cutting open his throat with one of her blades. But either outcome would result in bloodloss, and she didn't want to make her prey aware of their presence just yet. "You look like a girl with nimble feet. You're not as armored as I am. Get this inside his body without spilling too much of his blood. Everything else will be done for you. He won't speak, he won't wail, he will be powerless to even move a muscle. Just be strong enough to hold him so that he doesn't splash into the pool."

To avoid bloodshed, Vera added. "Vampires won't smell his blood if I snap his neck."