Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629123924/@comment-3293219-20140702165653

Manja continued to watch as her companion entered the fort, thankfully Lilina’s orb acted as a sort of window, so she was able to see what was going on inside and ensure that nothing bad was happening to her.

She occasionally glanced to the Altmer, well, more like glaring at her as she found her willingness to put so much effort into winning Nepht over to be suspicious. She narrowed her eyes at her as she turned back, still not managing to deter her from smiling, which was incredibly infuriating.

The ‘Goddess’ turned back to her window and proceeded to work, a determined frown reached her brow as she set out to prove that she could be trusted.

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Nepht slowly crept into the fort, slipping through the large door and stepping inside as it closed behind her, her Bosmer companion quickly joined her as they began their journey into the fort. The Dunmer peered around the fort, finding herself reminded of the old undercroft in the Cheydinhal chapel as she stepped inside, glancing from left to right as she drew her sword, hearing the creaks and groans of skeletons up ahead.

“Gods… This is spooky…” Conor muttered, slowly coming up behind her as he looked around at the ceiling, expecting there to be traps. To his surprise, there weren’t any, just the bare ceiling and a lot of cobwebs, he didn’t know whether he should be relieved or even more on edge as he stepped further into the fort.

“It’s scary…” Nepht agreed, looking back to him as if she wanted to turn back and run for her life, her eyes shimmered in their sockets and she looked incredibly serious. But then, unexpectedly, she beamed and skipped on ahead, prompting Conor to shake his head, chuckling with a smile before running after her and trying to catch her up. The two of them appeared to be on the first floor of the ruin, a sort of observation deck, which ran around the outskirts of a wall, looking down on the floor below. Inside were several skeletons, each one strode about the place, their heavy footsteps echoing around the fort as they creaked and groaned.

Nepht stepped deeper into the ruin, raising her sword up, in case anything tried to jump them. Conor readied his bow, ready to fire an arrow between the eyes of any threat that jumped out at them. The young Dunmer frowned as they gently moved around the edge of the catwalk-like upper layer, wondering why nothing was guarding i-

Click…

What was…?

“Look out!”

Nepht felt two arms wrap around her waist and pull her to the floor; she let out a scream as she fell and two giant spiked balls on a chain flew inches past her nose. She fell to the floor, with a thud as her shield struck the floor, her eyes fixed on the trap as the two flails came to a halt, slowly circling around each other before coming to a complete stop.

The Dunmer sighed with relief, letting her head fall back and hit the floor, panting, heavily as she slowly looked to her left, seeing Conor lay beside her and then noticing that he had his arm on her stomach. She glanced to it and then to him, not knowing how to react to this but eventually she came to her senses and gave him an agitated glare, prompting the Bosmer to look down, see it and then whip it away, going a little red in the face as he began to laugh nervously.

Nepht gave him a faint smile, still finding herself speechless, due to the fact that she was but inches away from death, just a few moments ago.

“Th-Thank you…”

Conor smiled a shrugged, propping himself up on his elbow as he looked down to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, wouldn’t want you to be bashed around the head on your ‘do what you want’ day, now do we?” He chuckled as Nepht sat up and looked over to him, hearing the sound of clattering footsteps as the armoured skeletons charged up the stairs to investigate the commotion. Conor saw this and scrambled to his feet, swiftly offering Nepht his hand as he drew another arrow, the last one had rolled away and fallen over the edge as he reached to grab Nepht.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Dunmer took his hand and let him pull her to her feet, picking up her sword and raising her shield as she did so, ready to take on the skeletons as three of them approached.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hehe… Now for the fun part…” The Dunmer grinned, bashing her sword against her shield to taunt the nearest one, prompting it to turn, face her and begin to charge.