Twisted Tales (Skyrim RP; open to those who ask)

[Dark child]

"Uhh..right." Said Tar'ja, trying not to give her an odd look. She reminded him of a rabbit munching on vegetation. Elves had such strange lips... Then again, he probably looked rather odd, what with all the teeth and all. He made a note not to smile so wide. Downright unsettling to other races. Not that he minded her lips at all.. His mind was wandering again. So much so that he nearly tripped over the the remaining threshold of the door. Only the bottom iron piece remaining, a sort of support for the heavy wooden frame.

Gazing into the darkness he could see nothing, peering into the abyss with the elf. To aid both of them he simply stuck his hand out in an almost philosophical gesture, the way one would hold a skull, and within his palm a flame emerged. It was of modest size. The same as a torch. The only difference was he could cast it almost indefinitely. Had something to do with the demon blood. Some magics came at no cost...except your soul. He thought to himself.

"Gods, it's so dreary down here. I miss the sun already." Several bats flew by them, exiting through the gap in the door. "Well at least there's ventilation."

The argonian ventured further into the corridor, which was quite large. The only things that could be seen were the outline of statues. Their shadows dancing on the walls. "Really really cheerful. Gotta hand it to those hearty bastards, they really make guests feel welcome." His tone was sarcastic, but had just the slightest hint of fear to it. It was almost ironic, that he, an agent of all that was unholy, was afraid of things in the dark.

 

[Mad Dog]

the sudden eruption of bats from the blackness startled Rayne and she gave a loud yelp.

Rayne smiled at his welcoming comment. The room was rather Dar however and the Argonians spell only lit the room slightly and as a result the Elf created her own magelight to assist the pair in searching the newly discovered room,"Odd, don't you think? The door which appeared so heavily locked and this abandoned, but this room has an aura about it.. as if it's not totally devoid of life... You may want to keep your axe ready."

She had heard something in the far corner of the room, not a threatening noise but a curious one, water.. moving water. There was a small spring in the room coming in from a high point on the wall and exiting through a much bigger hole in the floor.

Curious

The statues in the room were quite large and depicted ancient Nords in various stances holding various stone items.

The cavern was becoming colder the deeper the two went into it, not that Skyrim as a whole was warm but this was much more bitter. "Whew, it's cold down here.." She said her breath becoming visible.

Near the end of her sentence, Rayne thought she heard something in the dark distance,"Did you hear that!?" But the noise had stopped. And she probably looked a little crazy..

 

[Dark child]

The trickle of water filled the argonian's ear holes as they advanced. That and their footprints being the only sound within the vast space.

The dark elf shivered slightly as she spoke of the cold, and the argonian gave her a curious look in the dim light of their spells as she did so. It did not bother him at all really. His physical form was still subject to everything the world threw at it, which included frostbite. But after centuries different feelings were almost welcome. Where was the fun in being comfortable all the time? Freezing kept him ever alert at least. Rather hard to become complacent when your body is always combating the environment.

Speaking of complacence.

Tar'ja's focus was torn away from the elf as she exclaimed about something or other in the darkness, but even when Tar'ja greatly increased his flame,drawing from his magica reserves, he saw nothing. The brighter fire greatly illuminating a wider area of the hall of statues, but if anything, it just made it look all the more daunting. The end of the room was no yet visible, and while his flame illuminated the statues around them, those in front still cast large shadows that extended outward into the darkness.

"Well lets pray to the divines and move on." Tar'ja said sarcastically. Not because he did not believe in them, but because they didn't seem capable of aiding the mortal realm any longer. For this very same reason he feared the daedra. For they held utter control over any being's life if they saw fit. Not that he was glad to have some minor dremora inside him, but he hoped that it would at least that would stave them from squashing him like an ant for their amusement.

 

[Mad Dog]

She began listing off all nine divines.. Including Talos Imperials be damned, and finally ended with Hermaeus Mora quietly, however not quiet enough to not be heard, as if she could do anything quiet enough to not be heard..

"Shall we keep on?" she said as she notched he bow once again and looked into the darkness as if expecting to see something.

As she walked away, leaving Tar'ja standing where he was, she was getting further and further from the Argonian in her search of the darkened room. A Giant Frostbite Spider landed between the pair and let out a menacing clicking from its pincer-ed mouth. Rayne let out a girlish yelp as she loosed an arrow into the creature's front-most left leg, separating it from the beast's body at the first joint.

 

[Dark child]

Spoiler: OOC

My favorite thing about ESO is his fear of spiders. Even after hundreds on in game hours he's still creeped out. XD You ever seen any of his vids?

"Oh dear!" Was soon becoming Tar'ja's catch phrase.

He must have said it a dozen times in his mind on the way to help the dark elf, speaking the words under his breath.

As the spider dropped down to the floor from the crevice in which the monstrosity had been waiting patiently for prey just like the dark elf to wander past, so too did Tar'ja's jaw. His mouth agape at the size of it's hairy legs, each with padded feet and insect claws attached to them. It's abdomen, larger than that of a small horse, slowly excreted web as it silently descended towards the stone floor. Tar'ja tried to warn her, but it appeared that the spider had done so for him when she turned around, probably to ask the argonian a question. Tar'ja put a finger to his lips, hoping that if she stayed quiet at least it would think it had the element of surprise..but nope.

The dark elf squealed and fired her notched arrow directly into the kneecap of the spider, who would be restricted to guard duty from then on.

Tar'ja was quite impressed by her marksmanship given the short notice, she could have shot it in one of it's beady eyes, but at least that was a good start. Besides, the arrow had slowed it down enough not to snatch her outright.

Still, the beast was determined to taste dark meat. It's missing lower leg only hindering it enough not to stay just behind the frantically backpeddling elf, who was probably wishing she didn't have heavy boots on at the moment. It's mandibles snapping and clicking as it tried to force her between two statues. It's maw opening up to reveal horrible rows of sharp teeth and fangs, which also scraped against each other hungrily, controlled by individual muscles in the spider's mouth.

From within that mouth rose a horrible bile, the foaming caustic concoction mixing with the enzymes present in in it's poison glands before it let forth the stream of liquid in the direction of the dark elf. It's dark green, almost black stream barely visible in the shadows, for Tar'ja hadn't been doing his job, his flame dissipating as he chased after the two of them, shaking as he ran, making the shadows on the walls shift accordingly.

Bursting into a full sprint, he pulled out the axe at his side, and then slid directly under the monster's quivering abdomen as it began to spit at Rayne. The long, rough, almost needle-like hairs on it's behind brushing across his face Tar'ja felt disgusted. None the less, he had chosen to do so,and as he passed underneath, he rose the axe in an upward swing across a decent portion of it's abdomen. Causing all kinds of vile fluids to drip out and cover the argonian's face and chest as he continued to slide.

Coming to a stop just under the spider's head, Tar'ja realized that it was not quite dead yet. Still standing, and less then pleased by it's cut open exoskeleton, the spider let out several sharp angry clicks as it searched for the culprit that had wounded it. Not yet looking directly below.​

 

[Mad Dog]

With the Argonian laying under the spider's split abdomen and covered in goo like a new born baby the Dark Elf knew it was her turn to save him.

Rayne quickly recalled that the spider aptly named frostbite spider was immensely weak to fire.

Her bow dropped to the ground and a spell not unfamiliar to the argonian began coursing through her And blasted from her palms igniting the giant spider in a swirling vortex of flames.

Although the argonian would not be affected by the single target spell itself, the spider, which was inconveniently positioned directly above him was now completely engulfed in flames and its skin began molting and dropping onto him in warm gooey chunks.

The spider began seizing and writhing from the pain before finally expiring after almost a full twelve seconds, collapsing heavily.

"Yes!!!!!!" Rayne exclaimed loudly, even doing a little jig as she picked her bow back up, turning around she finally noticed the argonian was still pinned beneath the spider, it's body still ablaze.

"OH DEAR!!" She screamed, a little ironically, as she ran to her friend's aid mentally calling out to Talos for strength as she helped him lift the burning corpse off of himself.

@Dark child

 

[Dark child]

Not entirely pleasant.

Would be a good description of how the argonian was feeling at this particular moment. Sure, he had saved the elf, but at what horrible sticky cost?

Tar'ja had come to the conclusion of what she meant to do seconds before she released the pent up magic, and even as she dropped the bow to the ground, sparks igniting fire within her hands, he shook his arms in an frantic "no" gesture. This however only drew the spider's attention, the beast now looking down at him with it's eight eyes and sharp pincers. Drool and bile dripping from it's mouth unto his face, he suddenly had a change of mind about the fire, and would gladly have told Rayne to proceed..but the elf was already ahead of him.

The blast of flame slammed into the monster, where it became engulfed in a wall of fire, proceeding to shriek and wreathe like my ex.

Bits of the spiders melted flesh rained down on him like daedric confetti. Had Barachus been paying attention he would have been pleased. They felt oddly cool. The spider's own fluids a natural heat retardant the pieces were more or less like chilled meat, but did not look, nor smell, appetizing.

Tsar'ja recoiled, holding his hands up to shield his face, looking a tad wimpy with the axe still in his hand, but the elf would likely not notice with the towering mountain of flame atop him. The spider's cries died, the creature itself collapsing unto a heap on top of the argonian. It's eight legs trying to shrivel up as the fire died down, and as they hardened, slowly brought Tar'ja into a hug he never wanted to have, the spider's face now only centimeters from his own. Looking particularity grotesque now with the missing flesh and completely open mouth.

Tar'ja managed to shove it's face away using the axe as a poking stick, but this only caused more fluids to be dumped on him. He could hear the dark elf celebrating in the background.

"Oh yes, this is great. Don't mind me. I prefer it down here." Tar'ja exclaimed quite sarcastically, trying to wriggle himself free of the spiders legs.

As she rushed in to help he added. "Do you always set things on fire when threatened? I was under the impression that grey skins could control that a bit better." He said in a slightly agitated tone in reference to dark elves and their uncanny ability to light up like torches from time to time.​

 

[Mad Dog]

"Well on account of the fact that we Dark Elves are less prone to fire, we do often resort to fire type weapons, and spells." Rayne stated matter of factly with a smile.

After successfully helping the Argonian to his feet, Rayne proceeded to search the room with a quite smug look on her face for being successful in defeating the Giant spider thing.

"Hey! I found something!" She yelled across the room pulling a chest from the dust and rubble of a collapsed statue. She tried to open it,"Ugh... Of course it's locked.... Do you know how to do that lock picking stuff?" she said in a way that suggested that she had no idea or experience in the art of lock picking,"I suppose I could just blast it open?" she said not really taking into account what the damaging fire spells might do the contents of the locked container.

 

[Dark child]

Tar'ja stood up in a disgruntled manner, dragging a hand across some spider slime that had attached itself to his tunic. Flicking it away in a somewhat disgusted hand jiggle. He then proceeded to do so with the rest of his clothes, making a promise to himself to jump in whatever water they came across, no matter how cold. "Mhm." He said in a rather unenthused tone, still a bit unhappy about the flaming death hug he had received.

The elf was easily distracted however, and soon left the argonian to tend to the mucus-like antifreeze that was the melted spider flesh stuck to him as she investigated a small alcove not far away. Tar'ja let her explore, he himself was dead set on taking a shower in the snowmelt that trickled in the form of a small stream of water from the ceiling above, as it's cool waters graced his scales, he felt a sense of relief and comfort, as water had always brought peace to the argonian.

Surprisingly, it wasn't all that cold. Compared to the spiders insides which were freezing, it began to feel nice as his clothes began to dry. Tar'ja aided this process by supplementing the drying with a flame spell, accidentally singing a small part of his tunic in the process, but by the time the elf called him over, he had at least dried his top half to some degree.

"Do I ever." He said confidently and with a toothy grin. Striding over to where elf knelt beside the chest. She eyed it with curiosity, like a puzzle that was in need of solving but she was missing an important piece.

From within a pocket that was in a almost perverse location on Tar'ja's thigh, he produced a lockpick. Guards were a little more tentative to search the argonian's nether regions should he ever find himself under arrest again.

Lockpicking was a skill that Tar'ja didn't possess out of necessity, but rather boredom. Many of the dungeons and unsightly places the argoinian often found himself in happened to have locked doors and the occasional pesky container full of spoiled food. Over the centuries he seemed to have picked up a knack for it, though it was probably just the amount of practice he had rather than actual skill.

In almost no time at all, the argonian heard the clicking of tumblers, and the lock snapped open to reveal-​

 

[Mad Dog]

"Three common soul gems, an iron war hammer, some steel arrows" She began naming the objects inside as she spread them out on the floor,"A cast iron pot, three cheese wedges...." Hardly able to keep herself from laughing at that last one,"Oh! four lockpicks, and an amulet made of silver encrusted with a single emerald."

"Well, if you're ok with it I'll take the soul gems and you can take everything else? Also if you'd like I can spend a few moments and figure out if that amulet possesses more ability than seems?" she said already picking up the soul gems believing he would have little use for them.

The chest appeared empty, however if one of them took a closer look they might find that it could just contain one more item..

Rayne stood up content with her haul of a few extra soul gems,"So.. Where to now?" she said as she studied the amulet, and after a few moments of testing the amulet turned out to in fact be an amulet of-

 

[Dark child]

Spoiler: OOC

Damn Daniel! Back at it again with the random item generator!

"Mmmm elder flavor." Said the argonian as he licked his lips. Practically salivating over the hunks of spoiled cheese. Some things grew better with age, Tar'ja certainly wasn't one of those, but some cheeses just might be.

Plucking one of the mold caked wedges from within the chest, he took out his axe, which still had the slightest bit of spider goo on it despite having been washed off in his impromptu shower.

Never the less, Tar'ja brought his prize over to a small alcove which held an unlit brazer within, setting the cheese down on the cold stone. He then lowered his hand and the flame spell within it towards the brazer, snapping his fingers at the end with the same finesse as one would light a dinner candle, which brought the brazer back to life, illuminating at least part of the large open corridor with its warm glow.

This however also shed light on a skeleton which had been impaled through the eye sockets and stapled to the very wall above the brazer with several iron nails throughout the bones. "Well don't be shy, come down and join me." Tarja said with a laugh, gazing up at the ancient chap that had unfortunately become a wall ornament. He often talked to bodies while he was alone. Barachus was horrible company. They enjoyed hearing what he had to say..or at least, weren't capable of protest. It got quite dreary when there was no one to talk to. In all honesty, Tar'ja knew he probably should not be traveling with the elf. Things never ended well for those that he traveled with for any length of time. Too often Tar'ja had woken up in some distant place unknown to memory, covered in blood that was not his own with only the daedra's words to shed light on what had happened. Barachus was a liar, just like all of those that were descended from the realms of black. Tar'ja would search for hours trying to find out what had become of his companions, but deep down he knew the horrible truth. Barachus would claim it was wolves or bandits between fits of laughter. Telling Tar'ja he was lucky to have him and that the daedra had saved their skin yet another time.

Not this time. Not with the elf. Tar'ja would not allow it. He'd strengthened the bonds which kept the daedra in check. So far they were doing a marvelous job. He hadn't even heard Barachus say a word in over an hour, that had to be a new record for the year.

Using the axe as delicately as a culinary knife, Tar'ja shaved off a good sixty percent of the large wedge of cheese to get to the edible center. He himself could most likely eat the entire thing without consequence, but the elf's digestive system was much less accustomed to eating vile things and Tar'ja hoped to share for once. It was only fair given that she had shared her honey ale with him.

He had of course, shoved the lock picks into his rather unsightly concealed pocket earlier, and agreed to let the elf have the arcane stones. Preparing the cheese as she tested for wards and tried out effects on the emerald amulet inscribed with Nordic runes.

Tar'ja carfully cut the cheese into two pieces, stabbing his own with an embalming tool that resembled a fork, he began walking back towards the elf with her intended piece of cheese in his hand.

It was at that moment however, that oblivion broke loose.

The very moment Rayne latched the pendant's chain closed around her neck and attempted a spell, the sound of crunches and cracks filled the halls. The closest of which was directly behind Tar'ja, and as he tilted his head back to see what it was, the argonian was met with the sight of his skele-budy ripping himself off the wall which his bones had been nailed to. The empty eye sockets with pike ends stuck in them gazed directly at Tar'ja.

Removing the last nail that held him in place with a crunching sound, the deceased then jumped to the floor with an unsettling sound of cracking in his legs. Raising a hand devoid of flesh, it removed one of the pike spikes from it's eye, and advanced towards a shocked Tar'ja. The pike heating up with an otherworldly glow when held in the skeletal hand. It's other arm outstretched, and a bolt of lightning arched towards Tar'ja's torso, which the argonian dodged in a high stakes game of limbo.

The skeleton now between him and his axe which still rested within the alcove Tar'ja found himself panicking a bit as the pile of bones took it's first melee swing towards his throat, which Tar'ja barely dodged.

"I said I'd share!" Tar'ja exclaimed as he brought the embalming tool with the chunk of cheese stuck to it down into the skull of the skeleton, piercing it's eye socket once more with yet another foreign object.​

 

[Mad Dog]

"This amulet gives it's wearer an innate bonus to lock picking, how interesting.." she said not yet noticing the skeletal enemies approaching the pair.

She heard a whoosh of air and looked over just in time to hear the Argonian yell,"I said I'd share!" And watch him crack the skull of the skeleton with An embalming tool, with cheese?

For the first time since she'd gotten here, Rayne did not yelp or scream at the sudden sight of a sneaking enemy. Of all things the undead don't scare her?

She reacted quickly knowing exactly what to do, the improvised weapon of the embalming tool had cause much damage to the creature but hadn't quite taken it out of the fight as of yet.

Lightning shot from her finger tips and crashed into the bones of the already once dead man for a few seconds, the pieces of the skeleton separating and clanging on the floor for a few moments, though after each individual piece has stopped clattering or spinning the sounds could still be heard.

Rayne turned around quickly,"There's more! Like eight of them." She said quickly counting them, and preparing to cast her spells once again.

 

[Dark child]

The horror which had become a cheesy monstrosity crumpled into a heap of bones at Tar'ja's feet, the elder cheese within it's eye socket partially melted by the electricity which had passed through it. "I always liked a nice cheese spread." He said as he dashed off in the direction of his axe.

He was cut off however by another assailant that had once again avoided his detection and creeped out from shadows. The skeleton, which had had it's face buried within the chest that Rayne and Tar'ja had previously been looting, came up with the iron war hammer. Tilting it's head ninety degrees to look Tar'ja directly in the eyes with it's equally pierced sockets.

"Hey! She promised I could have that!" Added Tar'ja as he tried to mosey his way past the skeletal brute to reach his axe, but ended up having to duck forward to avoid having his brains smashed in by the war hammer.

Half hobbling to regain his footing and run over to the alcove, Tar'ja finally reached his axe. Bringing it up just in time to deflect yet another blow from the war hammer. The sound of a metal on metal ting rang out in the cavernous space, and Tar'ja felt the blows vibrations deep within his arm. There may not have been any meat on his bones, but the skeleton was definitely that of a beefy warrior, and had all the force of the muscles that were no longer there.​

 

[Mad Dog]

The metal on metal twang rang out almost deafeningly. Tar'ja had found another skeleton and engaged in combat with it, Rayne was unable to assist him because she had just seen three more shambling out of the shadows toward her..

Rayne began back peddling while simultaneously casting a two handed power version of Chain Lightning, which sent electricity coursing through one and arcing violently to the next until all three had been effected. Although damaged, all three continued to shuffle, quickly, toward the dark elf.

"I got three more here" she yelled to inform her companion, strangely enough not an ounce of fear could have been detected in her voice, she was cool and calm as if she'd done this before.

 

[Dark child]

Tar'ja brought his knee up into the skeleton's groin as hard as he could. Which adversely, ended up hurting himself far more than the skeleton. The argonian grimaced slightly as he felt pain shoot up his leg, tempting him to rub it even though he was still in blade-lock with the undead warrior.

The skeleton, which still stared at him with those unblinking spike pierced eye sockets, hadn't even flinched. In fact, it hadn't even caused a noticeable difference in witch the skeleton pressed against Tar'ja's blade with the hammer.

Tar'ja was surprised.
"Nothing?! Are you kidding me?!"

Shoving forward off the wall, using it as leverage, he managed to break free of the blade lock and roll to the side. Simultaneously swinging his axe in a low arc, cutting off the skeleton's foot right at the ankle. This caused the big brute to topple over, bones making a rattling noise as they collided with the floor.

Not wasting a moment, Tar'ja used an underhand swing to shatter the skeleton's pelvic bone from behind. The kinetic force sending the body against the wall of the alcove. Where Tar'ja then proceeded to finish him off by delivering one swift blow to the head, bones crunching as the skull gave way under Tar'ja's axe.

"Alright. Where's the other eight." He said confidently as he turned back around to see what Rayne was up to. Far too busy dealing with the hammer wielding skeleton to piece together what she had said earlier. Now, by the time he did so, they had already succumb to the elf's devices. Strewn about her were the bones of many dead bodies.

"Oh.." He said a little defeatedly. Lowering his axe and feeling disappointed that there was no more fighting to be done.​

 

[Mad Dog]

Eight?
"Oh.." he had said sounding quite depressed about the situation.

"I'm sorry.." Rayne said laughing a bit, the bones still rattling a bit on the ground.

Rayne looked around the room several Times, after not finding anything,"Think we're done in this room?" She said and motioned to an opening on the furthest side of the corridor, a faint cyan glow coming from within the doorway.

 

[Dark child]

Yes. Because going towards mysterious places had worked out so well for him in the past.

In all honesty Tar'ja probably should have given up adventuring long ago. Found himself a nice plot of land somewhere out in the boonies and start a potato farm. Become a hermit and forget all this effort of trying to make a name for himself across all of Nirn. For he had become more infamous than famous in many, if not all places he had wandered, and far too often than not his dealings ended up resulting in untimely deaths.

A potato farm was not what he wanted however. Despite how many tragedies he caused, he would never cease to seek out more grand times. To be immortal was to be damned only if you let yourself see it as such. Life was full of ups and downs, and while Tar'ja caused some of these downs to certain individuals, he never effected the big picture in the end. So it was that he always took the more dangerous path, always accepted the impossible challenge, and always carried several carrots in his back pocket for snacks along the way.

Removing one of these carrots from it's resting place, he took a large bite and answered the elf. "Unless you're one of those scholarly types that studies bones, I'd say yes."

With a little spring in his step, Tar'ja moved towards the light emitting corridor, beckoning for the elf to follow.
"So greyskin, tell me how you acquired a pair of boots such as those. Not that they don't suit you. But you don't strike me as the original owner." The way he said it was almost insinuating, not necessarily that she had killed someone to get them, but difficult to read what his true thoughts were on the matter at least.
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[Mad Dog]

The pair rounded the corner and beheld one of the most beautiful sights, the next corridor was nearly the same size as the last, however every wall was lined with hundreds or thousands of glowing mushrooms illuminating the entire room in a wispy and calming light, receding and progressing as the fungus covering the walls appeared to be breathing.

"Oh my.." Raynes voice was soft as she was struck by the beauty of the room.

She began inspecting the mushrooms hesitant to actually collect any samples as it may steal from the immense attractiveness of the hall. "It's so.... Beautiful..." Her voice very appreciative.

While her attention was grasped heavily, the three chests in the room lay in wait of the plundering. Even in the calming, and sort of erie glow, the inescapable feeling of being watched could not be shaken.

 

[Dark child]

"I swear to Sithis, if you eat them in front of me again..."
Tar'ja's nose wrinkled up at the thought of that blue liquid sliding down the elf's throat and covering her lips. Alchemy was certainly not for everyone.

It was beautiful, this he could not deny. Tar'ja's blue eyes had filled with wonder as soon as they entered the room. No longer did it feel like the dark and gloomy crypt which they had yet to travel further into, instead it was as if it were a different place entirely. Something whimsical, that no doubt distracted their thoughts.

The elf sought treasure of a far different kind. To her, the wealth was all around them. A plethora of ingredients just waiting to be harvested.

~...And turned into juice.~ Tar'ja thought.

As the elf pondered whether or not to spare the mushroom's lives, Tar'ja made his way over to the chests in an equally tentative manner. Why is it that everything was booby trapped? What was the point of saving items for the afterlife if you ended up killing yourself again to get them?

Stepping an some of the smaller glowing mushrooms that covered the floor, he slowly made his way over the black earth towards the center chest. Because as a general rule of thumb, the Nords were OCD and tended to place their most valuable items in the even places.

Nat even locked. "Ha! Perhaps those Nords were right to fear. Now old Tar'ja will see what's in store.."

Opening the lid, a layer of dirt, dust, and mushrooms, which had grown on top, sloughed off unto the ground. The hinges making a creak as they threatened to crack from age, nearly rusted through.

"Oh dear. Is that supposed to be there?"
Tar'ja wasn't sure what to make of it, and his voice reflected that. Not really concerned in the slightest, but he couldn't believe what he was seeing at the same time.

For within the chest, was a still beating heart.

It looked fresh, but obviously could not have been given the amount of buildup on the lid. Not only that, but with each pump, it let forth a small streams of blood from the cut arteries, which dried within the chest shortly thereafter.

~Well..~ Thought the argonian. ~..it must be valuable.~
With those thoughts in mind he reached in and grabbed the pulsing hunk of flesh. Which felt clammy and wet. Not unlike a toad.
Lifting it up, the heart proceeded to squirt a stream of blood right on his tunic.
"Ever been called heartless? I think just found a solution to that problem."
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[Mad Dog]

Rayne peering over his shoulder, and letting a light hearted laugh at his heartless joke,"I think this is a bit foreboding.." she said softly,"However, if that is a deadra heart, it would be decently valuable.." as she spoke she was packing handfuls of glowing mushrooms into her alchemy bag.

"Two more chests.." she said as she made her way to another chest prepared to open it to reveal its treasures..

As she lifted the lid an arrow was shot across the room from the large, dark hole in the wall on the opposite side of the room. Not knowing where the arrow came from Rayne looked at the Argonian, almost accusingly.. as if the argonian had somehow gotten a bow and shot at her.

Suddenly three people poured out of the darkened hole small strands of lightning raging from ones hands and striking Rayne.

"Ughhhh" she cried out in pain before returning a large heavy bolt of lightning that arced through all of the new arrivals.

Once in melee the individuals could be seen, a Nord, a High Elf, and a Breton all of them unusually pale.

@Dark child :)