WG- Another Shadow Over Hackdirt Options

[Elisabeth Hollow]

I apologize for clogging the free-roaming Wobbly Goblet thread with our mission, as neither of us thought about making another thread(Until I did this morning.)

Once we get a hold of an Admin, we'll see abut putting the rest of the mission here. Until then our Hackdirt posts will be kept here.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla heard the pained screams of men from the other side of the rock wall, faintly. Her chest contracted in pain as she cried out.

"No!"

She leaned back, her head resting against the cold wall of the cave. A deeper darkness than what she was already in edged its way into her vision as she began to lose consciousness.

Drathen is dead, she thought numbly. I failed to save him.

Her breath hitched in her throat as her wound began to throb, bringing her back. She tore the dirtied hem of her shirt, ripping it all the way around and balled it up. She grit her teeth and took in a deep breath, then let it out as she pushed in the cloth, nearly effectively closing the wound off enough to stop blood from leaking out. She braced herself and stood up, her hand on her side. The tip of Dawnbreaker dragged on the ground of she limped to her pack.

Her clothes were intact, just crushed. They were soaked with her spilled potions as well. Kayla let a few large rocks roll off on their own before she began to pull her crushed back from the rubble. She found her coinpurse, the Brethren left it untouched. Lucky for me.

She shouldered her pack, crossing the strap across her chest and began to limp, a ball of light lighting her way as she navigated her own way though. She came across a ladder, leading upwards into what was hopefully the wide, open air.

She looked up momentarily, bracing herself.

This is gonna hurt.

She grit her teeth and put Dawnbreaker under her arm and began to climb, putting one grimy, bare foot on the rickety old ladder as she pulled herself up with two toned and fatigued arms. There was a terrifying moment, halfway up the ascent, where one of the rungs broke, causing her to shriek in pain and terror. Luckily she'd caught herself and continued upwards.

She unlatched the trap door and pushed it open, breathing in the stale, musky odor of a basement. Her heart wrenched in disappointment as she pulled herself up, groaning audibly, holding her side after she tossed Dawnbreaker onto the solid ground of the basement.

She rested, panting as she leaned against a crate. She pulled out the bloodied cloth and wrung it out coating her hands in blood. She balled up the cloth once again and unceremoniously shoved t back into her wound, clenching her teeth. After a moment, she weakly stood up and climbed the stairs of the basement.

She stumbled into a kitchen, the stove still warm, dirty dishes still in the washbasin. Her stomach growled, but she ignored it as she limped from the kitchen, Dawnbreaker's tip dragging on the earthen floor, making a line behind her.

"What are you doing here?!"

The red-haired woman's fright turned into rage. "You're supposed to be dead The Deep Ones were to devour your heart!"

"My wha-AUGH!"

Kayla blocked the kitchen knife just in time, the loss of blood making her slower than normal, but still faster than the woman.

"I tried to save your kids! why are you-"

"YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE THE CAVERNS!"

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Kayla groaned and once again limped her way towards the outside world. Behind her, the burnt and bloodied body of the woman who had lured her here under false pretenses lay facedown in a pool of her own blood. Kayla once again held her side as she limped out of town, the trees obscuring the way to the city. The early morning forest was quiet, the birds eerily silent as they watched the lone Altmer limp and gasp her way towards the stoned walls of Chorrol City.

Healer...I need a healer.

She reached the gates, the guards helping her to her feet when she stumbled.

"Hackdirt!" she gasped. "Hackdirt!"

She was escorted quickly to the chapel for healing.