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[dovahbro]

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.

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Gideon pushed himself up with a grunt, shaking his head and willing his ears to stop ringing. He always felt blind when he couldn’t hear properly, and that shout hadn’t just been forceful on his body. He ducked behind a pillar as well, as soon as he was able to move. He took a moment collect himself, and frowned as he rubbed one of his ears quickly with a hand. Despite them ringing from the loudness, he felt like he could hear whispering off in the distance, creating a strange dichotomy that threatened to really put him off balance if he didn’t get a hold of himself.

He growled and dashed out from behind the pillar, trying to ignore the whispers as he charged at the overlord and took a great swing with his sword. Distracted as it was with the woman, his hit succeeded, staggering the undead creature. He had to duck a retaliatory swing of an ancient sword, but swung his own again as he came back up, the sound of steel clashing ringing through the room as the two blades met.

Gideon saw the creature’s eyes glow again, its mouth opening. Anticipating another shout, and not wanting to visit that on his ears again - especially in such close quarters - Gideon quickly let go of his sword with one hand and furiously stuffed it in the draugr’s mouth, thanking the gods that he wore tough gauntlets. The move, while successful in stopping the shout as well as startling and infuriating the draugr, left him open to retaliation, his sword not nearly as sturdy with only one hand gripping it.