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]

Kayla had dispatched the last vampire with a ferocious attack. Vera saw, that perhaps, he underestimated Kayla a bit. The woman's scars certainly showed she was no stranger to combat, but this level of harsh action only made her respect Kayla a bit more. Her sword was something of interest, however. The blade glowed with an enchantement that Vera had never seen on mundane magic-altered swords, if mundane would be the proper word anyways.

This looked much like a Daedric artifact and this only made Vera more curious. She couldn't of stoled it, lest she incured the wrath of the Daedric Prince . . . Meridia? The only Daedra a vampire hunter would revere next to Azura. She couldn't imagine Kayla getting that weapon from Molag Bal or Sanguine. The blade itself radiated with a brightness that seemed like a dwarfed sun was living inside of the weapon. She must have done something to please the Daedric Prince to acquire such a weapon.

Aravi whispered something to Kayla, and Vera turned her attention from the sheathed blade to the piles of dust and burnt cloth on the ground. Vera approached the two women, and looked at the ground to see a map tattered at the sides with a bit of blood drops over the edges as water affected the rest, but the map was still somewhat readible.

Vera bent low to the parchment and gently unfolded the rest of it, so that more of the land was revealed on that old piece of paper. A few forts were marked on the map with red circles made from blood, and paths that led to forests. Vera noticed that the roads weren't marked off, and that a small note on the bottom read: "Remain clear from the roads, travel in shadow."

So, Vera mused. They were planning on migrating the nest somewhere else . . . or maybe they were searching for something? Vera couldn't imagine what. She hasn't been in those parts of Cyrodiil for awhile, and the last time she remembered anything about that land mark rumors of graverobbers and deranged kidnappers were abound. But nothing out of the ordinary in a place like that.

She folded the map again, handed it over to Kayla. "Keep this with you." She said, and then turned to Aravi. "Looks like they weren't planning on sticking here for too long, but you two vampire slayers might want to look into that."

She didn't feel responsible for any of the vampire attacks, and she certainly wouldn't go on another. Not unless the coin was good. As for Aravi and Kayla . . . she didn't know how devoted they were to exterminating vampires or witches or necromancers, but she knew either one had a sense of duty if more murders came. Chances were someone was going to look into it, or perhaps someone else from the tavern would.

One dark dwelling for another, Vera thought. We barely stepped into this stinkhole . . .

Vera collected a bolt from the dust, and slowly blew into it, and then wiped the blood from the edge with the dark robe the vampire was wearing. She paced forth again, and walked further down into the bowels of the cave.

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Jun 30 2013, 02:29 PM