Not wanting to wait around and see if the sound was loud enough to gather guard’s attention, the man slipped in and budged the door open with his body, stumbling in before gaining balance and staring into the long and dark hallway. Vilkas closed the door behind him and for a second he wished he had left it open. The smell was awful, disgusting in fact. The place smelt of rotten meat and damp sewage waters. An unwanted shiver ran down his body as he began walking, following the long way until reaching a fork on the hall. He took the left path and continued along.
Thales kept floating in his thoughts as he moved along the dark underground. Minutes went by and the air started to get heavy and insufficient. Did he go into the wrong path? Didn’t matter anymore. Vilkas needed to find a way out and into the Thieves Guild hideout before death claimed his soul in this wretched place. Running along a wet rocky wall, his eyes didn’t see the ball with spikes hanging at the end of the hall. The rusted spikes pierced the skin on his neck and shoulder and the Nord cried out in pain, pushing the thing out of the way and falling on a wooden bridge.
Vilkas pushed himself up and hissed at the pain coming from the wounds, he should’ve worn his Wolf armor instead of this iron one, it would’ve kept the thing from inflicting wounds on him. Walking along the bridge, he came to a room with light, and surprisingly enough didn’t smell like death. He could hear sounds coming from the other side of the room, and so he walked towards what seemed to be a deep hallway with a wooden door.
Pushing his way into the other side, he stared ahead and saw what seemed to be a—bar. There were people sitting and talking, he smelt charcoal burning and the scent of flowers as well. He gave about ten steps before his surroundings were spinning and the last thing he saw was water as he fell unconscious.
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THALES ~ 9c
Date: 2013-12-07 11:24 pm (UTC)Thales kept floating in his thoughts as he moved along the dark underground. Minutes went by and the air started to get heavy and insufficient. Did he go into the wrong path? Didn’t matter anymore. Vilkas needed to find a way out and into the Thieves Guild hideout before death claimed his soul in this wretched place. Running along a wet rocky wall, his eyes didn’t see the ball with spikes hanging at the end of the hall. The rusted spikes pierced the skin on his neck and shoulder and the Nord cried out in pain, pushing the thing out of the way and falling on a wooden bridge.
Vilkas pushed himself up and hissed at the pain coming from the wounds, he should’ve worn his Wolf armor instead of this iron one, it would’ve kept the thing from inflicting wounds on him. Walking along the bridge, he came to a room with light, and surprisingly enough didn’t smell like death. He could hear sounds coming from the other side of the room, and so he walked towards what seemed to be a deep hallway with a wooden door.
Pushing his way into the other side, he stared ahead and saw what seemed to be a—bar. There were people sitting and talking, he smelt charcoal burning and the scent of flowers as well. He gave about ten steps before his surroundings were spinning and the last thing he saw was water as he fell unconscious.
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