The tomb was lost to the ages, and its origin was even more so, Aria counted herself lucky to find such a place, along with all the treasure within, the Ebony skinned adventurer snuck down the stairs, her keen red eyes scoured the room for anything worth pillaging, she grabbed what she could and put it in her large brown satchel that was strapped around her waist, managing to round up 47 septims, 2 lesser soul gems and a silver pendant.
"Not the best find." she uttered to herself, though she didn't care much as she explored for the thrill and most of the extra money she made goes to a charitable cause such as restoring mournhold. she began to delve deeper within the tomb, she was surprised at how little resistance she found, she had stumbled across some bonewalkers and skeletons but they had already been put down, how could they have already been killed? She was certain she had been the only living eyes to see this place in ages, it didn't make sense to her whatsoever. Despite the unusual lack of the living dead she continued forward, she came into a large chamber with nothing in it but a long, thin chest, upon further examination Aria found the daedric letter "Oht" embossed on the lid, she looked for a lock that she could try to pick yet it had none and it refused to open all the same.
"this is rather odd," she thought to herself "well if I can't open it maybe I can bring it with me." Aria picked up the chest, she was thankful it was not very heavy and she dropped it into her satchel. Suddenly she heard a noise from behind, she turned to find a dremora had been summoned. The daedra said something that Aria could not understand and it charged for her, Aria swiftly drew her sword, but it was her spell that dealt the first blow. a bolt of lightning flashed from her hands and struck the dremora, but he remained unphased and in moments he swung his deadly blade. Aria and the dremora clashed swords, Aria's crimson eyes filled with terror, she heard about the dremora and their might and she did not know how this would end. Aria had cast a firebolt sending the dremora backwards and broke his block, Aria struck and stabbed him in the gut but the dremora would take an advantage as well, his sword fell into Aria's shoulder riping her red robes cutting deep into her flesh and, Aria let out a scream of pain. the dremora kicked her to the ground and was preparing to run her through. in a last attempt Aria had cast lightning cloak and she was instantly surrounded by swirling electricity and the unsuspecting daedra fell victim to its shock, and then she unleashed one last bolt of lightning, the foul daedra was defeated and sent back to oblivion where it Aria was severely wounded, she didn't know if she would make it, she crawled out of the tomb to find the sun shining warmly over the ash covered land and on the grassy patches that found suitable land to grow on.
"will this be the end?" she asked herself, she began to drift off into sleep.
saw what looked like some person lying still as a stone.
"What on nirn?" the high elf began to walk toward the fallen elf to investigate, she found the dark elf lying on the ground with a bleeding shoulder and just barely holding to on to life. "By the divines!" she exclaimed. she put her hand over the dark elves wound and she began to cast healing hands on the elf, the wound started to close and heal.
"there, all better," she sighed "now you had better wake up!". she waited a moment but the dark elf would not regain consciousness. "Divines, I'm not dragging you back to Blacklight... okay fine, but If I get killed because of you..." Lilia picked up the dark elf and walked back north to Blacklight. "what do you eat?" she gasped. After a hour or so Blacklight was finally in view and Lilia was relieved, "well my friend, we are almost there.".