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starcrossed2013-09-05 12:01 am
dovahbro) wrote in starcrossed2013-09-05 12:01 am
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Gideon huffed out his nose, blowing dust from it after opening a door he didn't think had been touched for centuries. How someone's family heirloom was hidden away inside this crypt was anyone's guess, but he wasn't here to ask those kinds of questions. He was here to get a job done, get paid, and get back home to Jorrvaskr.
He'd already dispatched some draugr, and anticipated many more rooms full of them before he got to his goal. It always seemed to work that way. He sometimes wanted to go back in time just to tell the ancient Nords to stop mummifying themselves so he wouldn't have so many damned undead to wade through to get half his jobs done, but again, he wasn't here to complain. He enjoyed fighting, even if fighting undead was near the bottom of his list of enjoyable encounters. They unnerved him, with their stench of death and lack of a heartbeat, only the sounds of their creaking bones alerting him. He was so used to using his lycan hearing to track his prey that the draugr always threw him off, no matter how many times he fought them.
So, if this crypt was full of undead, why could he hear the faint, but unmistakable sound of a heartbeat in the next room?
Preparing himself for the worst - likely some kind of necromancer or cultist, he assumed - Gideon lifted his skyforge steel greatsword into position and kicked the next door open, ready to swiftly cut down whatever horror awaited him.
He'd already dispatched some draugr, and anticipated many more rooms full of them before he got to his goal. It always seemed to work that way. He sometimes wanted to go back in time just to tell the ancient Nords to stop mummifying themselves so he wouldn't have so many damned undead to wade through to get half his jobs done, but again, he wasn't here to complain. He enjoyed fighting, even if fighting undead was near the bottom of his list of enjoyable encounters. They unnerved him, with their stench of death and lack of a heartbeat, only the sounds of their creaking bones alerting him. He was so used to using his lycan hearing to track his prey that the draugr always threw him off, no matter how many times he fought them.
So, if this crypt was full of undead, why could he hear the faint, but unmistakable sound of a heartbeat in the next room?
Preparing himself for the worst - likely some kind of necromancer or cultist, he assumed - Gideon lifted his skyforge steel greatsword into position and kicked the next door open, ready to swiftly cut down whatever horror awaited him.
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He winced when her hammer hit the stone, the sound reverberating through his still-pained skull. He grunted, rubbing his forehead and glaring at her. "It's not just a wall," he protested, slowly pushing himself up to his feet. "Do you think 'just a wall' would make me pass out like that? You're the one too blind to see all those runes," he muttered, dusting himself off and retrieving his greatsword.
He frowned as he stared at it, still thinking about the word he now 'knew'. He could see it in his mind's eye, and he had an idea of what the sound was ... but somehow he felt like he was missing something from it. How he knew any of this was a complete mystery to him, and the more he thought about it the more he felt his headache coming on stronger. He shook his head slowly and sheathed his sword, grunting as he started toward the exit. "Yeah, let's get out of this place. Hopefully we can make it to the village before dark."
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Lilja stretched, adjusting a strap on her bracers. "Well, since you took so damn long to wake up from your fever dream it'll probably be near impossible." Replacing Volendrung on its mount across her back, she narrowed her eyes at the wall once more before hopping off the platform and following him.