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After Oblivion: Adventures of a Dark Elf	By : Syentaru Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 13978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She crept silently by every rat and mudcrab, amazed that there were no undead roaming the halls, but as she reached dead end after dead end, realized that it was quite small as old ruins
go. She was caught off guard by two of the many traps spread throughout the rooms, and picked through more than a few ayleid casks. Treasure hunting was how she had made her fortune, and it brought in more than enough gold when she sold the old armor and weapons dropped by the marauders and bandits that usually inhabited abandoned locales.
      The young woman was about to return to Shadowmere and activate the swords abilities once again, when she heard a low groan coming from a hallway above her. She looked around quickly for the stairs, hoping that it was the minotaur, and not an undead creature. She finally found a set of stone steps leading to the upper levels of the tomb, and ascended them at a run.
      When she reached the top, an interesting sight awaited her eyes. There was Rowan, or at least she thought it was him, standing over an opened ayleid cask, holding a petty trinket in one hand, while the other held a book, probably one he had anonymously picked up on his travels. He could not be seen, but no ordinary items she had ever known of just floated in mid-air. She glimpsed the front cover of the book, one on ancient treasures, and knew he must be trying to see if the tome could identify it. She shook her head sadly. An adventurer did not just find legendary items that easily. Most of them, if they were not in museums already, were held by people high in power, or found on marauders that called old crypts and tombs home.
      She made to move forward and her foot hit an old silver goblet, sending it clinking along the stone floor towards him. He gave a start, hefting his hammer and staring with piercing eyes into the shadows.
      “Who’s there?” he called, feeling a little more nervous than he should, especially while wearing the chameleon cloak.
      Gwen laughed a little as she emerged from her hiding place, holding her hands out in peace. “It’s just me Rowan. Gwen the dunmer,” she smiled, holding out her hand in greeting.
      “Gwen! It’s good to see you. What on earth are you doing in a place like this?” he asked, hugging her lightly instead of taking her offered hand.
      “I could ask you the same question, but that’s not what I’m here about,” she said. “I need to ask a favor of you.”
      “Why, anything, ask away. I owe you more than my life,” the minotaur said, thumping his chest with one fist, then motioning to the cloak he had removed upon seeing her.
      “Well….I’m kind of in a spot of trouble….” the elf began, then launched into the story of the sword, her recent acquisition of it, and how she was trying to return it to its rightful resting place, hopefully without giving Clavicus Vile all the power he wanted.
      “Well, I can show you the way there, but it would be helpful if I could see which direction to go for myself,” Rowan responded after she finished her tale. “Will you show me what you saw with the enchanted item?”
      Gwen hesitated a moment, then nodded, “Yes, I will show you. But be warned, there’s going to be a swarm of daedra once we see the location. Now let’s get out of here. What were you searching for, anyway?” she asked as they walked towards the entrance.
      “Oh, just an item I read about in this book. It mentions all sorts of ancient relics, many in the form of jewelry. I thought this might be the necklace that charms people,” he said, gesturing to the bauble in his large hand.
      They finally reached the door, breathing sighs of relief as they took in the cool night air. Shadowmere snorted and came over to Gwen, butting her in the shoulder to tell her it was time to eat. The elf smiled at the horse and nodded. “I’ll get you your dinner, but first we have to show Rowan the way to the man’s body,” she said, taking the sword out of its case.
      She said the same lines from the story, hoping they would work a second time. Luck was with her, as a purple light shone to the northeast, and Rowan gasped as he saw how clearly they could see, right into the mountains and over the earth where the man was laid to rest.
      “I know that area,” he said, excitedly motioning towards the purple blip. “I traveled over that spot on my way down from my homeland. It will be steep climbing, to get up there, though there should be a path we can take from a monastery to get there more easily.”
      Once his sentence was finished, a horde of daedra stormed the area in front of Arpenia, all varieties pouring in from different directions. They were no match for a well armed dark elf, a hammer wielding minotaur, and a legendary steed, however. Even in their large numbers, the three travelers made quick work of the whole group, barely breathing hard by the time they were done.
      “Now let’s eat,” Gwen said to her companions, earning a small laugh from Rowan and a happy snort from Shadowmere. They ate quietly, then made camp for the night outside of the ruins, seeing that only rats and mudcrabs were in the area, and were very easy creatures to deal with.
      They set out the following morning at sunrise, setting their sights on the mountains to the east, and Gwen felt excitement bubble up inside of her. She had never traveled beyond the borders of Cyrodiil, always confined by the mountains or the sea, or to a greater extent, her newfound duties as leader of most of the guilds in the main imperial province.
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