Reljir and Farkas entered Dustmans Cairn setting off a chain of events which ended in the fight of their lives. The two warriors proceeded with caution once they noticed someone had been there recently.
Although the place was crawling with draugr, the first rooms had been relatively easy to get through. The second chamber caused the hairs on Reljirs neck to stand up. He could smell magic and malevolence in the air. The only exit was blocked by a gate.
They found a small cell with a lever obviously some type of trap. They attempted to circumvent it by wedging wood from a nearby chest into the doorway to prevent the gate from closing. Reljir entered the cell and pulled the lever.
The gate crashed down splintering the wood. It turned out to be more rotted than he realized. He found himself locked in the cell. Farkas was left alone to fight a group of attackers. He later learned they were werewolf hunters called the Silver Hand. Fortunately his shield-brother had the presence of mind to use his wolf form.
Reljir learned from Farkas that the circle kept its wolf blood secret from the rest of the companions. For Reljir the incident confirmed what he already knew. The circle were werewolves. The shield-brothers took their time fighting their way through the Sliver Hand and draugr one room at a time. Reljir noticed that deeper into the barrow the draugr were harder to fight. Some even carried ebony weapons and cried out forceful burst of energy.
It all came to a head once they reached the final room. Reljir noticed a curved wall with unknown runes smelling of potent magic. He had encountered a similar Wall in Bleak Falls Barrow. He had been hired by a shopkeeper to retrieve a stolen gold claw. He thought back on what he had learned that day. He realized they would fight the main battle here.
He could sense a number of draugr, but the tombs were inaccessible. The fragments of Wuuthrad rested on a pedestal; there would likely be traps attached to them. Reljir ignored the talking wall and Farkas secured the fragments. All hell broke loose.
Farkas and Reljir fought back to back as they were swarmed with many draugr at once. Even so they were almost overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. Patience, skill and brute force won the day. Just when Reljir thought it was over he felt compelled to approach the carved wall.
He knew what to expect. A low chanting emerged from the wall and the runes started to glow. The chanting grew louder seeming to etch itself on his memory. He felt dizzy and the next thing he knew Farkas was pressing a water skin to his mouth. He felt disoriented and realized he was leaning against the curved wall. He struggled to sit up taking in the carnage all around him. “What was that?” Farkas asked. Reljir didn’t have an answer for him. He didn’t understand it himself.
Reljir and The Huntress 5b/?
Although the place was crawling with draugr, the first rooms had been relatively easy to get through. The second chamber caused the hairs on Reljirs neck to stand up. He could smell magic and malevolence in the air. The only exit was blocked by a gate.
They found a small cell with a lever obviously some type of trap. They attempted to circumvent it by wedging wood from a nearby chest into the doorway to prevent the gate from closing. Reljir entered the cell and pulled the lever.
The gate crashed down splintering the wood. It turned out to be more rotted than he realized. He found himself locked in the cell. Farkas was left alone to fight a group of attackers. He later learned they were werewolf hunters called the Silver Hand. Fortunately his shield-brother had the presence of mind to use his wolf form.
Reljir learned from Farkas that the circle kept its wolf blood secret from the rest of the companions. For Reljir the incident confirmed what he already knew. The circle were werewolves. The shield-brothers took their time fighting their way through the Sliver Hand and draugr one room at a time. Reljir noticed that deeper into the barrow the draugr were harder to fight. Some even carried ebony weapons and cried out forceful burst of energy.
It all came to a head once they reached the final room. Reljir noticed a curved wall with unknown runes smelling of potent magic. He had encountered a similar Wall in Bleak Falls Barrow. He had been hired by a shopkeeper to retrieve a stolen gold claw. He thought back on what he had learned that day. He realized they would fight the main battle here.
He could sense a number of draugr, but the tombs were inaccessible. The fragments of Wuuthrad rested on a pedestal; there would likely be traps attached to them. Reljir ignored the talking wall and Farkas secured the fragments. All hell broke loose.
Farkas and Reljir fought back to back as they were swarmed with many draugr at once. Even so they were almost overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. Patience, skill and brute force won the day. Just when Reljir thought it was over he felt compelled to approach the carved wall.
He knew what to expect. A low chanting emerged from the wall and the runes started to glow. The chanting grew louder seeming to etch itself on his memory. He felt dizzy and the next thing he knew Farkas was pressing a water skin to his mouth. He felt disoriented and realized he was leaning against the curved wall. He struggled to sit up taking in the carnage all around him. “What was that?” Farkas asked. Reljir didn’t have an answer for him. He didn’t understand it himself.