Private The Evening is wiser than the Morning.[EWM]

Tappit raised himself from the short rest in front of the fire and dusted himself off. Settling in wasn't such a good idea...after all, he was without drink. He stomped down on the fire, extinguishing the flames before they grew too large. However, the embers continued to glow beneath the charred wood...He'd realised that he'd passed Duvaindes' water back to her and that was probably best left rationed anyway. Standing over the fire, he turned his back to the others, unfastened his belt and relieved himself. The wood hissed and plumes of steam drifted upward. Tappit closed his eyes and tilted his head back in the joy of emptying his bladder, he didn't know why this felt so good, but it did. It was like the first time he'd ever done such a thing in Skyrim.

Tappit fastened his belt, collected his belongings from the floor in a gingerly fashion that was almost pathetic. He made his way up the stairs and realised he hadn't washed his hands. He grinned at the thought. A spider nearly bites my arm clean off and I'm worried about washing my hands?. Tappit doubted there was a spell for toiletry hygiene.

Bruynzeel waited on the landing that gave way to the true entrance of the ruins. Tappit joined him and waited for the others to assemble with a repetitive chant lingering in his head...wash your hands.

walking up towards the door, not looking back at the hissing sound from the fire, thinking to herself "It would be wise not to look" "I don't want to lead first this time Bruyn if that is ok with you"

"My bow is ready and my eyes are sharp. I am sworn to carry your burdens til I see that the deed is done. Let us walk to Oblivion and march out victorious. May Your feet be silent and your kill be many."
Rath marches up to the door and looks at Andante.

"Ladies first." Sticking his tongue out at her.

Michael stood by the doors speaking with Geminus, as Duva and Tappit came back through. He saw that Duva was carrying alot more wood then Tappit. Michael's eyes followed the two for awhile. "That must be demoralizing..." he thought to himself. Bryun had then spoken to the group. We were to rest for an hour to heal and patch ourselves up, then continue on. Turning back to Geminus, he replied. "West Weald eh? I myself am from the Imperial city..." Michael looked down at the floor for a moment, then looked up at Geminus again. "By birth anyways, I was raised in Windhelm here in Skyrim".

Michael walked over to Geminus's side. "Looks like everyone is ready to proceed..." He took a glance over at the giant spider. "We took care of the spider..." he raised his right hand in front of him, and cast a Bound Sword Spell. "Now comes the real threat" he said as the sword took form in his hand.

"Imperial City, nice, been there a few times but never long enough to really look it over. When did you move to Skyrim? I've ony been here a few months. I was tasked to set up some homes for the Order I belong to, Knights of the Nine, maybe you've heard of them? No? Anyway, was here in Markarth on just that business and do some of my own adventuring when I crossed your groups path just a few hours back. Since Bruynzeel needed someone with healing skills and armored fighting ability, and I was looking to do a little adventuring, I agreed to join up with your group. You'll have to tell me how you all got together."

Spotting Tappit relieve himself on the fire, he cringed as the foul smoke and steam rose from the ashes and dissipated. Hearing Michael mention the spider and their upcoming adventure while watching him create a magical ethereal sword in his hand he said, "Indeed, do you know what it is beyond those doors..." pointing to the ones Tappit, Bruynzeel, Rathalos, Duva and Andante were all gathered, "I see we are the last to make the door. Shall we?" He gestured towards the door and they went up onto the landing by the door.

Bruynzeel seeing the last of his companions start to approach turns and places the key in the tumbler, turns and a funny picture of a monk yelling pops into his mind, with a written discription about a place called High Rothgar. Then he and the troupe are on the other side of the door. "Most strange, indeed" in a low whisper as he crouches and sends out his feelings to determine the nature of the coming rooms.




OCC: the greybeard reference is homage to the infamous loading screens



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walking past the door she shivers, not cause shes cold but cause she feels the presence of something, starts sniffing the air "Falmer are near by, but there is something else here something that doesn't seem right, Everyone watch your steps in here don't need the ceiling crashing down on us"

The group passed through the heavy bronze doors and stopped on the landing just beyond. The passageway ahead of them continues on another fifty or sixty feet sloping downward and then flattens out in a turn to the left. The "thrum" of ancient machinery got significantly louder after they entered these ruins. There was light in here, provided by a chandelier of bronze with one of the ancient dwemer illumination devices. There are two ratty old dwemer tapestries hanging on either side of this entrance way. One, nearly intact, has a design like and eye or sun with rays going out in every direction, it ripples in the breeze created by the doors as they slam shut behind the last person through them.

Geminus looks around at these surroundings and gets a chill. A shiver runs down his spine and it wouldn't have been evident to anyone except that his chainmaille rattled ever so slightly as he stood looking down the ramp in front of them.

Unslinging his shield and readying it, he gripped the hilt of his sword ready to draw it at the slightest sign of an attack.

"Damn." Rath whispers.
He pulls his bow up pulling the string back and begins to scan the area.
"Ready to fire at your command." Rath says to bruyn.

Andante made her way back toward the group, after managed to salvage a few arrows that hadn't been splintered during the struggle or otherwise unusable. Tucking them into her quiver, she noticed as Tappit stood from his seat around the fire and didn't think much of it until she heard an unmistakable, liquid sound and the fire fizzling out. She cringed slightly, tightening the leather straps that kept her tall gloves bound closely to her arms, and shook her head with a bit of amusement. "There's one way to put out a fire, I suppose..."

As she approached she glanced amongst her companions and saw the hesitance in Duva's eyes as she took a short step back. "I don't want to lead first this time Bruyn if that is okay with you." Truthfully, neither did she for that matter. Though she had no doubts in her own abilities, being the first to rush into an uncertain situation was never quite her style, and not something she preferred to do. With the spider, being in the middle had given her at least a few moments to consider her actions and get a feel for what she could do. Giving the air wafthing from the newly opened doors a casual sniff, she became even more uncertain, sensing the danger that could be lying ahead. The spider was gone, but surely the dozens of failed expeditions hadn't been thwarted by her alone.

She took her bow off her back and held it ready, testing the flexibility of the string a few times, considering what it had been through in the previous encounter, before taking a confident step forward. "Allow me, then." She blinked her dark, glassy eyes a few times and one of her high-set, pointed ears gave a short, keen twitch.

"I would not wish myself to be the first into uncertainty, but I am sure nothing will hide from me in the darkness." Without waiting for much in the way of a confirmation, or response, she readied herself and followed Bruynzeel as he pushed the doors back further giving her a good look at the room ahead. It too, was decorated in all the glory the Dwemer were famous for; the plunging and scraping of mechanics could be heard a little louder in here, echoing ominously. She swallowed hard, keeping her attention attuned to her surroundings, ready for whatever lurked ahead.

treading softly behind the others almost getting left behind, she glances around the ruins, checking out the detail of the craftmanship speaking to herself "Just amazing how a race like this just disappears like that" not really watching where she goes she bumps into Tappit "Sorry wasn't paying attention as usual"

The first thing to grab Tappit's attention was the constant droning of machinery from deeper within the ruins, although the distance proved difficult to judge. The source of the racket could emanate from around the corner just further up ahead or, it seemed ridiculous but, from behind him. The acoustics ricocheted from the surrounding walls like reflections from a mirror.
Years of exposure to rowdy nights and loud music had taken its toll to Tappit's ears, he wasn't as attuned as the others, he knew this and yet perhaps this place amplified sound. He could have sworn he heard Bruynzeel whisper to himself and Geminus rattling within his armour.

The group halted within the doors in a state of caution, Tappit couldn't see any direct threat and took the opportunity to quickly study the tapestry, not that it made much sense to him, but he was certain the almost complete work would fetch a fine price outside these walls.

He was taken by surprise when Duvaindes bumped into him, he jumped a little at the shock and then shot a look down the corridor. He looked back Duvaindes "S'ok" he whispered, reassuring himself more than her.
"Let's move" he said. He moved past the others and began to creep down the hall towards the turn-off, all this crouch walking was doing wonders for his legs.

Just as Tappit approached the bend of the hallway, Bruynzeel had caught up. He politely bowed over and pointed behind himself. Tappit, as best as he understood, figured that either meant that Bruynzeel had terrible gas or he was willing to take up position as point. Tappit hoped it was the latter, he gave a nod, signalled back what he thought best described as being 'I'll face to the rear, closely behind and keep the group boxed in a defensive formation' when in reality, it looked like Tappit was trying to vogue dance.

He followed along and slowed as Bruynzeel pointed out the pressure plate on the floor. Tappit surveyed the surrounding area as they passed, wondering where the actual trap was positioned but decided against finding out.

The hall gave way to a huge cavernous room, a skywalk spanning across the length, a decent focal point for guards to witness all activity...ironic...the Falmer were blind and-
He first saw the ugly manlike creature skulking along in patrol, Tappit wrinkled his nose and bared his teeth in repulsion. The Falmer had waxen pallid flesh like a corpse, they were hairless and walked in a hunched-over stalk.
Tappit registered movement somewhat 50 metres further along the walkway and noted that Bruynzeel had seen it too, he'd drawn back his bow and aimed into the distance while the closer Falmer hissed through each passing breath...those would be its last.

Tappit tightened his grip on the pickaxe and shifted his weight, ready to charge down either Falmer, should an arrow stray from its intended target. He waited and invested all hope into this situation not becoming any closer to those...things.

pulls her shrouded cowl to cover her face and somewhat quiet her breathing so that the falmer cannot hear her as well, she closes her eyes and slowly opens them to where no color of her iris is showing her eyes are all black like the void, almost as she is staring straight through you.

unsheathing her bow and reaches behind her pulling an arrow from her quiver and knotches it onto her bow, holding the string steady, ready to pull back and release, she lets out a low sigh
thinking to herself "Invisiblity spell would be nice just sneak up on the falmer and slice its throat"