pinkkoala321

Fog of Torvelt

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I M A L E S S A S H A R I S

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Imalessa waited for what felt like an eternity - an entire three seconds - and listened. The trolls seemed to have been defeated, though after the struggle she wasn't entirely sure such a thing was possible. She looked to Nathaniel and scowled. How fortunate that he had arrived after the worst of it was over. Not that she'd been in the thick of it herself, what with her bow giving her the ability to stay much farther away, but at least she hadn't disappeared into thin air. She'd still done something. Her arrow had at least struck true.

Still, she placed the arrow back into the quiver. "Are they dead?" she asked him. Her voice quivered, and she wasn't sure if he could hear her over the rain and other sounds. "Truly, completely dead?" She half expected them to stir again. Even though one had exploded and the other had lost its head. It hadn't been so difficult to kill the animals that had been afflicted. She supposed they were much smaller and far less dangerous.

Dark Dagger

Rynn watches with narrowed eyes as the group pokes through the vaults. Some go their separate ways, her guards informing her it was to retrieve supplies for the trip. She supposes she doesn't mind that too much, though she should have said something about the small packs being prepared for them. The servants had probably already finished and left them at the gate. Then again, a few meager scraps wouldn't be enough if they hadn't already eaten. She needs them sharp.

"Bodies? No. Missing family . . .? Well, he's not a second cousin, but he has been gone for quite some time." She rolls her head. "Callin always was a studious one. He much prefers the pursuit of knowledge to running a kingdom." Rynn snorts and toys with the end of her braid. "Not that I blame him. Why waste his time in such a dirty, decrepit place when he could see the world?" She shrugged. "But I couldn't imagine leaving father and mother. They're much too old to have another heir."

Dark Dagger

As much as I'd like to say, I think it might ruin when they actually find the dagger. I mean, the royal family isn't sure what it does exactly, but what they do know is it's a powerful, darker magic than, say, what most the elves would use.

Dark Dagger

Nothing really in particular. At least artifactwise. It is guarded with magic though, like the door was. Small things like barriers around the more valuable pieces and stuff like that.

Dark Dagger

Sorry it took so long to get the next post up. I wanted to give everyone a chance to post and then someone PMed with something for the RP, so we got that sort of straightened out before I put it up. This one's a bit longer than the last few, so enjoy I guess.

Dark Dagger

Rynn narrowed her eyes. "Fine," she said, contempt leaking through her voice. "You will be given an hour to examine the vaults, nothing more, and-" She signaled to the two guards still standing in the doorway. They snapped to attention. "-there will be at least ten guards watching your every movement." Her eyes roamed over the rest of the group. "Two for each of you, and there will be more in hall outside." Her upper lip curled. "So don't even think of trying anything," she hissed.

The guards looked between each other, unsure if this was their cue to round up their fellow officers. Rynn tossed her braid over her shoulder and strode out. "Follow me," she said, her voice bouncing off the high ceiling and stone walls of the dusty corridor.

As the one of the guards left to gather more officers, Rynn led the group through the castle. Many doors were shut and locked, nothing but darkness seeping out of the cracks beneath the doors. After so many years of not being used, the locks had rusted and fallen into disrepair anyway. No one bothered to try and open them.

A dead end. A wall lay before them. Rynn stopped, nodded to the guard beside her. She pulled her dagger free of its sheath and dragged the blade across the pale skin of thumb. Crimson blood welled from the cut, and she pressed it to the cracked and filthy stone. The wall heaved once, twice, before it ground against the floor and swung inward to reveal the iron vault door.

She looked back at the elf, an eyebrow cocked. "Impressed?"

"The guards will bring the key along shortly. Until then, you can marvel all you'd like."

Dark Dagger

Rynn looks uneasily around the room, her lips nearly bone-white between her teeth. "I would much rather prefer it if we steered clear of the vaults. As I said before, the thief left no trace." She straightens and pulls at her jacket. "There would be no point in looking here any further. It would only serve to waste time."

She looks at the elf. "You're right. We don't know who stole the dagger, let alone how. Regardless, it cannot happen again."

"The Dark Dagger is dangerous. Our lack of information only makes it more so. Whether or not it's likely the thief knows what it's capable of, I won't take any chances." Rynn nods. "We leave for Timberholde at once."

Dark Dagger

Rynn sighs and leans against the doorframe, the picture of glorious boredom. "The dagger is longer than most. As the name suggests, it's pure black. Almost unnaturally so." She looked the man over - once, twice - before continuing. "We have no suspects. And we doubt it's anyone in Eastormel. No one here is that stupid."

"As for how they did it. We don't know. Things would go missing-" She shrugs. "-and we assumed it had gotten misplaced. Whoever took the dagger left no trace. At least, not any that we've been able to find."

She turns her gaze on the dragonborn. "The Dark Dagger hasn't been used in decades. It's become more of a symbol." She bites her lip. "While I'm sure there are records somewhere of its power, that knowledge has been lost to our family. I can tell you that it's nothing good." She shakes her head. "Nothing good can come out of something that feels so wrong. You would have to be near it to understand but . . . That dagger, it isn't natural."

One of the guards gives her a nod, and Rynn straightens. "Right. We can't wait around here forever. If there aren't any other questions of the utmost importance to you lot, we should head out. The Underground is nearly a week's ride from here if we take our fastest horses."

"Our first stop will be the town of Timberholde. If we leave now, we should reach the inn not long after nightfall."

Dark Dagger

I'll give another day until I post again, unless asked for an extension. The next post should be up tomorrow.

Dark Dagger

The doors open, filling the room once again with light, and in walks Rynn, her flowing gown replaced with riding leathers. Unwilling to leave her side, the guards crowd on either side of the entryway. "Well, well," she purrs, her fingers pulling at her braid. "It would seem my father's offer was enough to bring people in. I had my doubts."

Her eyes roam over the group, weighing. "I've spent my life behind these walls. There's not a secret in this castle I don't know about. If there is . . . Well, it's well hidden." She plucks an invisible bit of lint from her sleeve. "Which is why I'm surprised that anyone was able to steal from this place, let alone from the vaults."

"I figured now would be the time for questions. I'd rather not waste a moment going over useless information, so tell me what you'd like to know."