Riona Galsette: The old Roxey chapel cemetery. -- 4E 201


"Oooooooooooooh, there once was a hero named blrrrghrl the red who-" her legs advanced in a crisscross motion with every other step as she tried to recall an old song she picked up from a traveling Nord who happened to be a bard from skyrim. "-Who came riding to Whuhrun from ole yuckystead."

She was not only off key but butchered the song effortlessly. A a few sounds in the inching night and a couple of hiccups prevented her from continuing her offensive abuse of the bard's trade. 

Woodland creatures hushed the closer she got to her destination, silance was always the most tell-tale ominous sign that evil lurked close by. After making her trail upwards towards a slope that lead to an abandoned chapel with a gated cemetery, she placed her pack next to a half crumbled pillar that used to be a decorative arched entryway into the old building. 

There was already a heavy fog beginning to form and coat the ground and surrounded each headstone like a sheet of dread that wallowed everything in its path. Rotted pews could be seen inside the old church house still trying to retain the look and feel of their former humble glory. The roof inside was full of holes and whatever furniture that hadn't been seized or stolen in the past had succumbed to the native weather over the years. Truly a spooky place where most normal people could be tested on their nerve in the day and much more at night. 

The Breton made her way through the broken down edifice and out the back opening leading to the main part of the cemetery behind the church. There was a misstep on her part and she tumbled a few steps to her right losing balance in poor equilibrium and landed hard on her rear and right palm. 

"I'm alright!" She said out loud even though there was no one there supposed to hear her. 

She laughed with a drunken hysteria for a couple of minutes at her own clumsiness taking her a couple of tries to get up and stand on her feet. She drew her crossbow and loaded a bolt. So far even with all her ruckus, not a single corpse had risen from its slumber, at least, not yet. She closed her eyes tightly for a few seconds holding them in place before fully opening them as much as she could to try and get accurate vision but it was to no avail, she was already way too inebriated. She saw twice as many tombstones and pillars than there actually were. Her head spun from here to there and externally, it seemed she was struggling to walk a straight line. 

"Hey come out!" She yelled in an authoritative tone demanding for her opponent to come face her at once. "I'll kill you a second time, you won't get up again!" 

Nothing, there was no response from any living thing or dead. The graveyard seemed quiet and peaceful for the time being and after a minute or so, Riona became infuriated with the eternal waiting that had only passed in her head. She shot a bolt in a random direction disappearing into the thick blanket of puffy white that had covered the ground. A hard metallic ding could be heard at a distance fallowed by an echo of a solid hit. A small piece of cobble stone had been chipped from an unsuspecting headstone that had dared to come across the enraged woman's path. 

She reloaded and aimed her sights at a winged statute of a woman sitting in a praying position over the entrance of a small tomb. There was an old wooden door that was half opened and half broken. Planks and pieces littered the ground and spread all over. It seems that the damage had come from the inside out. A dark corridor with a flight of stony steps lead the way into an abysmal darkness underground. The situation angered the young Breton even more as she had no torch and needed a light source before diving inside. 

It didn't take too long of her staring deep into the black mass of nothingness before her that low and gargled moan began to emanate from within.

"Bring it."