They explored a bit through a series of connecting chambers after Gunnar had looted all the bodies. They found some treasures left in old urns and then a few things the mages had left about such as potions that were safely tucked away.
They stumbled upon a room filled with old urns and ancient embalming tools. After picking the place clean of treasure Gunnar looked around a bit and happened across a slightly raised, rough door shape in the wall.
“Looks like we might use this later on” Gunnar said.
How he knew was a mystery so Vilkas simply shrugged it off. They looked around a bit until they found a way leading further into the ruins. Despite his past history of brashness, Gunnar advised cation.
“Bandits, mages and Drauger, something ain’t right” He muttered as they silently made their way further in.
They came across a chamber and the moment they stepped through the door’s threshold a coffin along the way popped open and a Drauger stumbled out. It’s hollow eyes rolled around until it met them and then the creature spat out a series of garbled words before pulling out a sword and charging them.
The knight and the old warrior unsheathed their own respective weapons and charged the creature. However, as soon as they came close another Drauger, seemingly stumbling into existence, that lifted his hand and started spraying a fount of ice like a mage.
“He’s mine!” Gunnar yelled, smiling manically as he went after the magic using Drauger.
Vilkas didn’t have time to question the old man’s sanity, because the first Drauger was now swinging haphazardly at him. He had his shield yes, but the bag of bones wasn’t giving him much of an opportunity to swing back, forcing him to defend himself.
“Shit” He cursed.
There was no way he was going to give Gunnar another reason to tease him. He was no going to lose to a man that had already lost to death!
Vilkas pushed forward, when the Drauger swing again this time the bag o bones was staggered backwards, giving the knight all the time he needed to thrust forward with his sword. His blade sliced clean through the Drauger’s neck, taking the zombie’s head straight from his shoulders.
The decapitated skull went flying through the air before landing next to Gunnar’ feet with a thud. The old man only grinned at the knight, brushing the thinnest bit of front from his shoulders. The magic using Drauger lay in a diced heap a bit away.
“What took you so long pup?” Gunnar grinned.
“…Let’s go” Vilkas fumed, storming past the old man who only chuckled.
Looking around they found a set of stairs that lead to a room that had a bridge that went across the room that they had just fought in. From there the bridge went into a room that held some stairs that lead to a large set of iron doors.
“Someone left me a present” Gunnar said, picking up a dusty bag of gold that someone had left by the doors.
“These lead further in?” Vilkas asked.
“Yep, so I guess now would be the time to see if you’re willing to go or if you want to go back”
“You won’t scare me off that easily”
“Good call, let’s go pup” Gunnar smiled.
They pushed open the doors and advanced.
~*~
(time jump)
~*~
“This place is a death trap” Vilkas said, looking over his shoulder to make sure no spider was following them “This horn had better be worth it”
Gunnar pulled the switch and the iron gate blocking their path screeched upward. As soon as the ancient mechanism had managed that they advanced forward.
The stone structures rising from the water startled them, but by that point they were probably too tired to fight anything else had it been a threat. Fighting Drauger, Frostbite spiders and fighting with traps had the tendency to do that.
Vilkas was looking forward to some well deserved rest after this, even if he had to drag the old man all the way back to Whiterun to do it.
Gunnar dashed forward and then let out a rather annoyed grunt.
“What?”
The old warrior raced forward to a stand that looked like it would normally house the horn, only for a note to be where the horn would have gone.
“Someone has a lot of explaining to do” Gunnar growled, opening the note.
He read it for a second before hastily folding back up and stuffing it back in his bag.
Old Scales 18/?
They stumbled upon a room filled with old urns and ancient embalming tools. After picking the place clean of treasure Gunnar looked around a bit and happened across a slightly raised, rough door shape in the wall.
“Looks like we might use this later on” Gunnar said.
How he knew was a mystery so Vilkas simply shrugged it off.
They looked around a bit until they found a way leading further into the ruins. Despite his past history of brashness, Gunnar advised cation.
“Bandits, mages and Drauger, something ain’t right” He muttered as they silently made their way further in.
They came across a chamber and the moment they stepped through the door’s threshold a coffin along the way popped open and a Drauger stumbled out. It’s hollow eyes rolled around until it met them and then the creature spat out a series of garbled words before pulling out a sword and charging them.
The knight and the old warrior unsheathed their own respective weapons and charged the creature. However, as soon as they came close another Drauger, seemingly stumbling into existence, that lifted his hand and started spraying a fount of ice like a mage.
“He’s mine!” Gunnar yelled, smiling manically as he went after the magic using Drauger.
Vilkas didn’t have time to question the old man’s sanity, because the first Drauger was now swinging haphazardly at him. He had his shield yes, but the bag of bones wasn’t giving him much of an opportunity to swing back, forcing him to defend himself.
“Shit” He cursed.
There was no way he was going to give Gunnar another reason to tease him. He was no going to lose to a man that had already lost to death!
Vilkas pushed forward, when the Drauger swing again this time the bag o bones was staggered backwards, giving the knight all the time he needed to thrust forward with his sword. His blade sliced clean through the Drauger’s neck, taking the zombie’s head straight from his shoulders.
The decapitated skull went flying through the air before landing next to Gunnar’ feet with a thud. The old man only grinned at the knight, brushing the thinnest bit of front from his shoulders. The magic using Drauger lay in a diced heap a bit away.
“What took you so long pup?” Gunnar grinned.
“…Let’s go” Vilkas fumed, storming past the old man who only chuckled.
Looking around they found a set of stairs that lead to a room that had a bridge that went across the room that they had just fought in. From there the bridge went into a room that held some stairs that lead to a large set of iron doors.
“Someone left me a present” Gunnar said, picking up a dusty bag of gold that someone had left by the doors.
“These lead further in?” Vilkas asked.
“Yep, so I guess now would be the time to see if you’re willing to go or if you want to go back”
“You won’t scare me off that easily”
“Good call, let’s go pup” Gunnar smiled.
They pushed open the doors and advanced.
~*~
(time jump)
~*~
“This place is a death trap” Vilkas said, looking over his shoulder to make sure no spider was following them “This horn had better be worth it”
Gunnar pulled the switch and the iron gate blocking their path screeched upward. As soon as the ancient mechanism had managed that they advanced forward.
The stone structures rising from the water startled them, but by that point they were probably too tired to fight anything else had it been a threat. Fighting Drauger, Frostbite spiders and fighting with traps had the tendency to do that.
Vilkas was looking forward to some well deserved rest after this, even if he had to drag the old man all the way back to Whiterun to do it.
Gunnar dashed forward and then let out a rather annoyed grunt.
“What?”
The old warrior raced forward to a stand that looked like it would normally house the horn, only for a note to be where the horn would have gone.
“Someone has a lot of explaining to do” Gunnar growled, opening the note.
He read it for a second before hastily folding back up and stuffing it back in his bag.
“We’re off to Riverwood!”