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]

"Prey." An undead Dunmer said from the tunnel after blasting Kayla with shock. She did not have time to check on her fallen comrade as her own life was in danger. If Kayla survived, she would be checked for internal injuries. Vera was sure she

Judging by his confident walk of authority, his steel and quality equpiment and the age-old look in his eyes she could tell this was the patriarch, the leader of this brood of parasitic people. She can just imagine being the one killing him, or at least helping in killing him. She harbored him no ill will in a manner of speaking, she had nothing personal against vampires, unlike the other two women. Though together they made quite a deadly team sans the obvious issues between them all.

The word prey sparked something in Vera and she found herself sheathing her mundane blade in exchange for her hunting dagger of arcane quality given to her many years ago. She swallowed a glob of blood that was in her mouth from broken teeth and brandished her weapon while his hand glowed with blue sparks that were not yet shot toward her. The other hand held an ebony sword that seemed to glow with enchament.

"We have no quarrel with you, moon-born. Why do you come to this place?"

Vera had a mind to turn to Kayla or Aravi. She'd hoped they didn't hear his words lest they try to turn on her. But the word moon-born was seldom used and even rare among the normal-blooded multitude of people. It was more of a Lycanthropic vocabulary, if she could say so herself.

I should conjure up some story about being half-khajiit . . .

"There was blood on the wind today. Good hunt ahead of me. Couldn't resist," she moved to the side slightly. "But I'll be blunt. I think I should've resisted . . . this was terrible, terrible sport. I'd hoped you suck-heads had fight in you."

Annoyed, the creature unleashed bolts of lightning that arced through the air toward her. Vera leapt to the side nimbly as a feline, rushing up with all of her speed to catch him by the side as he charged another spell. With all of her force she pounced and tackled him down, their armor clashing together. Her blade raised in the air and she was able to mutter something that only vampiric ears could hear. "See you there."

Zap! Blue light filled the cavern and Vera felt the immediete and painful shock strike her belly and she found herself not falling but flying until her back cracked against the shallow ceiling of the old cavern before she fell with a heavy thud, her ancient blade rolling from her fingers.

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Jul 19 2013, 08:12 PM