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.

[King Coin]

“What are you-?”

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I couldn't kill it without making the rest come down on us."

Aravi swallowed and nodded. “Thanks,” she whispered back. She turned around, her tail brushing Kayla’s boot and the dusty floor. She needed to be careful to keep it off the ground. She’s had her tail stepped on before and she didn’t want to experience that again anytime soon.

Ahead of them was a crude, wooden door. Dim light showed through the gaps in the planks of wood that made up the door. She felt her heart pick up its pace a little as they approached.

Aravi pressed her eye to one of the more sizable gaps. She saw a trio of coffins, one with its lid wide open straight ahead. She angled her head to look at the corners of the room, and saw a skeleton in each. Each one stood straight, as if at attention. A long, two handed blade rested point down in between each one’s knees, their boney hands resting on the pommel. Neither one moved, they stood as still as a statue giving no sign that they were a necromancer’s construct.

They might just be bones, the optimist in her said. She rolled her eyes at herself. Then she checked the hinges, running her fingers over them. Dry. They will squeak.

She backed off from the door and went to Kayla and Vera. She whispered with barely a voice, “There are three coffins in there, one of which is open. I also saw a skeleton in each corner. I didn’t see either one move.” She shrugged her shoulders to indicate she didn’t know if they were undead or dead-dead.

“Lastly, the hinges on the door are dry. They will probably creak, unless either of you have some animal fat with you.”