Mini Mongo
Drog Do Faal Mongonite Lahvu
Geran finished the final swipe on the Dwemer Sphere, and all power left it's metal body.
The Sphere fell onto the floor, and Geran scanned the room making sure there was no more Dwemer creations ready to attack him unguarded.
There was not.
Geran knelt down, putting his heavy greatsword down next to him as he began to research, and scavenge from the Dwemer Sphere.
See Geran had gained and totally random fascination into Dwemer, and as soon as this fascination started, it was almost needed for him to travel to Blackreach.
He scanned the Sphere, making sure only to take what he needed. The Core that powered it, some of the Dwemer metal and that was it, the rest he would leave. No need to destroy a machine that questioned even the Gods.
That's what Geran truly admired about the Dwemer, not only the lore and mystery that surrounded them, and all the rivalry and battles going around them, but their machinery and knowledge, so great and ahead of time that they even questioned the Gods powered to them.
The Dwemer was a fascinating and powerful race, and now Geran sat in the middle of one of their greatest cities ever to be built, infested by their machinery, and the Falmer scum.
Finished looking over the Sphere Geran took a few steps back, as he began to walk back to the entrance of Blackreach to return to his camp he heard voices, and they didn't sound happy.
By instinct Geran ran to his Greatswords, putting them back into position.
He did not unsheath them though, people could take that as an act of hostility, but Geran realised the voices were but echoes, whoever was entering, or in the ruin was certainly quite far away.
Geran exist was blocked, and he had no idea what faced him behind that door.
Best bet, wait and see, fight or die.
Geran began to climb the Dwemer scaling, getting on a pipe that overlooked the floor of the room where he had killed the sphere.
Pure adrenaline, and the help by the incredibly amount of quite conveniently placed shrapnel aided him here, otherwise the man probably would have dropped to his death, besides, it wasn't to far up, just enough not to be instantly noticed, and give him enough time to decide what to do about the visitors.
They could be anything from bandits to Scholars, it was the in between that made him on guard.
Bandits he could handle, essentially he is one, scholars.........well they are men of piece.
Anything in between was not as easy, and it is best for one to remain cautious.
The Sphere fell onto the floor, and Geran scanned the room making sure there was no more Dwemer creations ready to attack him unguarded.
There was not.
Geran knelt down, putting his heavy greatsword down next to him as he began to research, and scavenge from the Dwemer Sphere.
See Geran had gained and totally random fascination into Dwemer, and as soon as this fascination started, it was almost needed for him to travel to Blackreach.
He scanned the Sphere, making sure only to take what he needed. The Core that powered it, some of the Dwemer metal and that was it, the rest he would leave. No need to destroy a machine that questioned even the Gods.
That's what Geran truly admired about the Dwemer, not only the lore and mystery that surrounded them, and all the rivalry and battles going around them, but their machinery and knowledge, so great and ahead of time that they even questioned the Gods powered to them.
The Dwemer was a fascinating and powerful race, and now Geran sat in the middle of one of their greatest cities ever to be built, infested by their machinery, and the Falmer scum.
Finished looking over the Sphere Geran took a few steps back, as he began to walk back to the entrance of Blackreach to return to his camp he heard voices, and they didn't sound happy.
By instinct Geran ran to his Greatswords, putting them back into position.
He did not unsheath them though, people could take that as an act of hostility, but Geran realised the voices were but echoes, whoever was entering, or in the ruin was certainly quite far away.
Geran exist was blocked, and he had no idea what faced him behind that door.
Best bet, wait and see, fight or die.
Geran began to climb the Dwemer scaling, getting on a pipe that overlooked the floor of the room where he had killed the sphere.
Pure adrenaline, and the help by the incredibly amount of quite conveniently placed shrapnel aided him here, otherwise the man probably would have dropped to his death, besides, it wasn't to far up, just enough not to be instantly noticed, and give him enough time to decide what to do about the visitors.
They could be anything from bandits to Scholars, it was the in between that made him on guard.
Bandits he could handle, essentially he is one, scholars.........well they are men of piece.
Anything in between was not as easy, and it is best for one to remain cautious.