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]

Vera had been called many things that were true: careless, cold, sarcastic, cynical but never an idiot. Between Aravi’s offensive name-calling and Kayla’s Nordic swearing(which Vera understands as plainly as Cyrodiilic, she could not decided who to punch first. Instead of returning spiteful words to the pair she simply stood there as Kayla brought out her damned blade of light that burned Vera’s sensitive eyes.

If I knew she’d bring that glow-sword of hers, I would’ve have told her to stay a few steps ahead, Vera murmured inwardly.

Bones clashed and an explosion happened, gratitude to Kayla’s daedric weapon. Vera never had time to even attack the others, nor did she try to make time. Seeing the two other women fight was amusing in its own right, comical, even. But even jokes came to an end, and this one did when Kayla warned Vera and Aravi of something behind them.

Vera sensed the thing before it even stood behind her. Her vision was not unlike the rest of these parasitic individuals who spent their days slumbering in old tombs and fetid caves. She was quick, too. Quick enough to turn around, kick her head forward straight at the nosferatu that was behind her. Their foreheads collided and it was the vampire who found itself stumbling back just as Vera leapt forward.

The huntress delivered a series of blows with her sharp gauntlets, and then tackled the vampire to the ground. She wrapped her strong forearm around the creature’s neck from behind in a choke hold, braced her other palm against its chin, and wrenched its head to the side, and then mass and blood turned to dust.

As she got to her feet, however, she felt the force of what seemed to be a multitude of people collide into her when in truth it was only one ravenous creature. A scream escaped from Vera's throat as her back hit the ground and the undead imperial began snapping his jaw at her, though they could not reach her throat when her arm held the bottom of his neck at bay . . . but not for long. It was a test of strength. Centuries of strength on Vera's side, and the primal fury of bloodlust on the other. Though experienced, even Vera knows that when one hungers for something, almost nothing can stop it.

With his club in his hand, she could not do much. It won't be long before his fangs pierce her throat, but even she knows that won't be much of a problem.

"Trying to get a drink, are you?" she managed to say. "Can't promise you'll like it."

His breath was cold upon her face, and she turned to the side. "Get this half-naked son of a bitch off of me!"

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Jul 17 2013, 01:09 AM