Before time runs out.

Ch. 11


Coming upon a door Gweneth inspected it keenly, not for detail or anything, but in an attempt to find the mechanism which would open it. After a decent minute, she placed a hand against the door and it parted vertically. With a shrug, she looked around before entering. A dim light which seemed to come from a torch illuminated the room. At the end of the room was a female Dark Elf. The lady dark elf could not of been more than 4' 9", without the tall red mess of a bun most would consider hair. Dim torch light bounced off her perky, seemingly youthful skin. Adorned in a black silk own, laced at the back to keep it tight together.

Cautiously, she stepped through until he was but a few feet away from her before lightly tapping her shoulder. There was a slight delay before she turned around. When she did, it was in a quick, whipping motion. Locking her eyes with Gwen's, Relmyna started with a penetrating glare to her shimmering crimson eyes.

"You! I remember you. You're the adventurer who slew my Gatekeeper are you not?" her voice was unnaturally cranky and stern for someone whom looked as young as her.

"Yeah, I slew him. I needed to get in." Gwen felt an itch on her hand, almost gripping at her sword sheathed at her side.

The Relmyna's eyes widened a bit in shock. The sort of bluntness that answer carried was unheard of. "The ends justify the means, do they? You'll pay for that, one day. Now, by all means, come right in, walk in here as if you own the place." The sentence started out in an aloof, almost cynically happy tone. Continuing on, her tone began taking a condescending, pissy tone.

"By what authority do you disturb me?!" At this point her voice was a low, angry shout, the female's metaphorical claws came out. Gwen stood there, seemingly unaffected by the Elf's attitude. Almost immediately, she responded in a snappy tone, as if her antics were irritating her. Gwen didn't have much tolerance for people, even less for women..

"By authority of your Lord Sheogorath!" She emphasised the 'your' as she spoke, making sure the point came across. She wasn't Sheogorath's, she was doing this out of boredom. No one ruled over her, but the dark elf did have a master. As if she practiced and rehearsed, Relmyna retorted.

"I see. Sheogorath is too important to come on his own account? He sends his mortal lackey?" Still in tune with a questioning tone, the whole way she worded it an insulting way. Wanting to respond, she opened her mouth, but was swiftly cut short.

"Well then, I trust my servants didn't give you too hard a time getting in here. haha! What is it that Sheogorath's lackey requires of me?" In silent thought Gwen pondered her tone and accepted it for a compliment, even if it was obviously a sarcastic and spiteful in nature.

"A new Gatekeeper is required... milady." The last word was spat out, almost as if it was venom on the lips.

In a pleasant, almost awkwardly sincere voice, she spoke back. "Ah, your tone is more in line with my station. Please, continue." Relmyna's red eyes flashed with a wicked playfulness, it was becoming obvious that she was more insane than most of the residents in New Sheoth.

"Will you lend us your powerful magic?"

Almost at the mashing of a non-existent button, she went back to her rude, holier-than-thou voice."Yes, powerful magic indeed. It is proper that you bid me kindly lest I show you the meaning of pain and suffering." Flick. A second non-existent button was pressed and her tone dropped into a depressed, almost pitiful tone.

"Alas, I am still distraught over the destruction of my sweet child. I cannot return to his womb. You must do this." Slowly, her voice became distant, and dreamy as she continued to speak to Gweneth that had found a potion of healing bottle more fascinating than her and began to inspect it as she spoke, not paying the woman any mind until she got to business already.

"You will travel to the Gardens of Flesh and Bone. There, you will gather mystical components needed for the ceremony." The Imperial's eye twitched at the thought of collecting more items.

The sudden change of tone snapped Gwen from her thoughts as she stood there with a renewed glare at the shouting Relmyna before her. She spoke in dramatic, exaggerative ways. The fine eyebrows she had slanted along with her deeper frown. "Go fetch me Blood Liqueur, Osseous Marrow, Dermis Membrane, and Essence of breath. And take this key. It will allow entry into the gardens and give you direct access to my Sanctum."

Relmyna pulled a skeleton key from inside the chest of her dress, shoving it into the hands of the Imperial before raising her arm in a casting motion. "Away with you dog, and fetch me those components!" Gweneth bared her teeth menacingly and jammed the key into her pocket, quickly she walked out of the room, the door shutting tight as she left back into the previous room. She began to question why she was doing this at all, for entertainment? For Sheogorath? She didn't owe anyone, it wasn't as if she were repaying a debt or anything. The constant quests were becoming more trouble than it was worth.


Yet another dreary dungeon, oh joy. Gweneth made her way down the numerous steps with ease, dungeon dwelling was one of her many skills she acquired throughout the years. Martin had loved to send her down there, with deadly skeletons, ghosts, and any other form of undead that wanted to kill her. It was a divine treat when there were Daedra scattered around, Clannfears were her absolute favorite.
Making her way inside, the roof above came down in front of her, she didn't pay it any mind as she veered to the right and walked down the corridor there. Unsheathing her Blade of Woe, a creature came at her, one hit and it was over. The Imperial took a left and noticed that she was no longer in a dungeon anymore but an overgrown hole in the wall. Plants invested it but created a new way to get around. A makeshift gate easily opened up to her as she grabbed the pull pod, it nearly blended in with the background.

Daedae lead the way, sniffing for any trouble ahead, when he did the wolf ran ahead and killed the target to the best of his abilities. A few familiars and skinned hounds didn't do much for him. Gweneth took up the back, letting her bodily instincts lead her through the dungeon as her mind drifted in thought.

Her mind went straight to Sheogorath. Despite this, she shook away from him and pulled onto less awkward topics. Shadowmere, how was her longtime companion doing right about now? That Doyen best be taking good care of her in my absence. Better take care of her period, I might not be leaving this realm for a very, very long time. That horse is like a child to me. A furry, four legged child with flames for hair and can't speak common. Or any language for that.

Before long Gweneth herself standing on some long root, below her a glowing mushroom of sorts. She slid down next to it and inspected it. The heads were a beautifully light red, a deep yellow highlighting it. The undersides were covered in a thin membrane.

"Must be that Dermis Membrane Madame Stick-Up-Her-Ass was talking about." She ripped a huge chunk of the actual mushroom out of the ground just in case, tucking it away for safety. After that she quickly returned to her mind and entrusted the safety of her body to instincts and Daedae.


Small chapter but it was collaborated with my buddy Ben, I get stuck easily so he really helped me. Thanks Ben, a lot.
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