Something about the way that Hector responded to her ‘concerns’ was off-putting. Almost like he had taken the entire interaction to sniff her out. She had been right, that he wasn’t to be trifled with. Not only was he their leader, but he just had the look about him that he had seen some [i]shit.[/i] Deciding against further pressing him, she would instead focus on the Nord to do her dirty work, and observe this interesting Imperial individual. She all of a sudden liked him, and that was not something unusual for Raelynn, she had met many people on her adventures that she liked which made it easy to resist slipping a cunning hand into their coin…

He seemed capable, if not nervous, and yes - like he had seen some shit. She trusted him as a leader, and she trusted the sword he had at his side more so. Imperials were not shy to swing. 

She had an immediate respect for Lord Vensor. He wore the Stormcloak colours even now, and she had been at the aftermath of the Windhelm sacking. She had seen some shit too. She bet that of all of them, Lord Vensor had seen the most.

She then began to think about her most recent life choices that had led her to being stood at the entrance of a Nordic barrow. It had all begun with the patrons of a Tavern in Morthal starting to refer to her as the “little cunning septim swindling shit of a mage.”


After that, she knew she had to travel south and let that reputation blow over for a while, and so she wound up in Falkreath sat at the table with this rag-tag bunch of misfits. For all of her beauty and pizazz, she was a misfit too. Perhaps more so than some of the others. They were all in this together now, and were all bound by having one thing in common;

That they’d all seen some [i]shit[/i].

On her way through the tomb, she first noticed the stench - if it could be called that. It was just a very dry must in the air - a staleness, a reeking of death and bodies. Preserved bodies that lie in tombs smelled much different to fresh bodies, that was for sure. It’s less unpleasant of course, but she’d rather be smelling roses than Nord corpses. She had been relegated to the back of the line with the strange Dunmer - of whom she had no opinion, as he had seemed to keep himself to himself - as Dunmer often do. [i]’I have to trust Hector… He knows what he’s doing…’[/i] she thought to herself as she gracefully tiptoed through the narrow corridors of the tomb - watching her feet on the traps which in fairness, the Khajit had marked out very well. It was hard to shake away the feeling though, that they were all just one happening away from killing each other. Nobody trusted anyone except themselves. The only way to live in Tamriel, surely. 

The line was mostly silent, save for a few grunts from Skall, and the sound of their footsteps. Raelynn noticed that some were lighter on their feet than others. 

They finally approached a much larger room, and so came the end of the single file squeeze - for which she was thankful for. The air was particularly rancid when you were travelling downwind from a belching drunken Nord. She had very little time to compose herself and catch a breath when a trap was triggered and everything went wrong all in a split second. She looked up in horror at the dragon on the ceiling. Such creatures terrified her and she found herself almost shrinking away from it, a sharp gust catching the room and dimming the lights - only to illuminate more dark and sinister lighting - they seemed to light up the dragon in the ceiling - it’s eyes now a burning red and the way the light flickered made it look like there were flames dancing in it’s open mouth. She gasped and panicked, wanting to travel back into the corridor only to find the access closed off.

And then the thud and shattering of sarcophagi in the room. All of a sudden the venison wasn’t sitting in her stomach too well and she shrunk further against the wall as the Draugr’s burst forth from their beds, weapons in hand and eyes shining a contrasting blue to the red of the room. She couldn’t count them, the panic set in and it felt almost as though she were seeing double, the room was tilting from side to side and the dragon above her was swooping down and roaring.

But - that wasn’t the dragon - it was Skall, he had lurched forwards yelling at the top of his lungs into the cavernous room [b]"VICTORY OR SOVNGARDE!"[/b]

Next up, Raelynn was subject to the elbow of Balen slipping back, just a fraction from hitting her in the stomach, and so she ducked back, her foot catching on a rock with such force it was enough to land her on her rear. There was too much happening. It was all well and fair for Hector to yell out commands to stick together but what it really looked like  was a bunch of random adventurers who didn’t know each other that had been confronted by a series of Draugr, and none of them really had any clue how to rely on each other to make this quick and easy; and Raelynn hadn’t even noticed the largest undead... 

Whether it was the stench, the fright, or the commotion - or that her Magicka had been blocked from her, she began to feel faint and struggled to climb back to her feet from her position. She felt glad that she was at the back of the room  so that the party couldn’t see how she’d already fallen apart at the very first sign of danger. “Get it together!” she said aloud, taking the rock that she had fallen on into her right hand. She pulled a vicious looking scowl and pelted the rock with all of her strength into the centre of the action and she watched as it clipped off the jaw of the smallest Draugr, causing it to fall into Skall - who didn’t really notice anything as he was knee deep in action. 

The one person who Raelynn would be willing to put her trust into getting them out of this scrape was the Nordic girl… No, not a Nord, a Bosmer. She was a Nord raised Bosmer and this was HER archeological finding. She seemed the type who would know more than she let on. Still shaken and panicked, Raelynn reached out to Sjara and grabbed her wrist, forcing the girl to look her in her eyes; “think girl, think. We have to find a way to unblock the Magicka, and the safest route out of here. Something. There has to be something that you and I can do to assist…”