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starcrossedGideon 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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Date: 2014-03-17 05:29 am (UTC)The booming roar that cut through the silence stopped her in her tracks and Lilja shared his unsettled look as she returned his glance. That was much too loud to be a bear or a sabrecat. Quite honestly, it wasn't anything she'd ever heard before.
She planted her feet, covering her face with the crook of her arm as the wind kicked up dirt and debris. When it cleared enough, she saw the creature soaring passed and roaring yet again, this time a stream of fire escaping its mouth in short bursts. Unbelievable. This was going to be really, really bad. "As if it couldn't get any fucking worse!"
Flipping down her Volsung mask, Lilja drew her bow and prepared herself, steadying an arrow. She traced its flight pattern and let it sail, hoping to land a hit. The dragon cried out as it embedded itself into its tail as it flew by and circled 'round until it began flapping its wings heavily as it landed. That was not what she'd wanted.