Chapter 9. The swim to Muzgab
A/n: Here comes another one of those crazy plot twists, there's going to be a few of those. Please review with your questions and or comments!
Immediately she was engulfed by the crisp morning water. Surfacing she found herself gasping for air as she choked and struggled to the opposite bank. She pulled herself up and stretched out on the warm enbankment.
"Maybe this won't be so simple after all…" She said, still gasping for air.
She lay out on the warm shore till she eventually decided that if Azura wanted her to go to find this fabled "Talking Mudcrab" That she would at least try. Surley Azura would not allow her to get hurt, right? Somehow she had doubts.
Nevertheless se jumped back into the fridged waters, and swam with all her strength for the Dwarven ruin, her muscles straining and her arm stinging incredibly terribly. After what seemed like an eternity she finally reached the shore of the island, and stretched out once more across the warm spring sands.
A Talking Mudcrab,
Prophecy There.
Vvardenfell felt as if Azura was just toying with her, using her a pawn in her sick little game. Sending her on a wild goose chase only to kill her off in the end.
Death Overcome,
A Role Yet To Play.
Or maybe this was something more serious than her mortal mind could comprehend.
She began searching this barren spit of rock for any sign of life. She stopped abruptly. Without turning she knew that someone was behind her. She summoned her dagger silently and waited. She saw some kresh fiber blow quietly, and watched as the early spring seeds blew from the pods. She remained motionless, waiting until she hard it get close. When she finally heard rasping breathing noises, she turned and saw a Dwarven spectre casting a poison spell at her.
She lunged with her dagger and took a second to thank the gods that it was enchanted. She took the dagger to the spectre's throat and watched as it whithered into a bowlful of ectoplasm. Ewww.
She glanced up at the tall towers and gothic-style ceilings of the Dwarven ruin. Coming out of the middle was a long curly spike, glowing a dull green. Perhaps the dwarves had once used this as a lighthouse! It didn't matter, as they were all long gone. Or were they?
It was then that she saw from the corner of her eye an ancient-looking mudcrab nestled among a patch of gold kanet flowers. She called, feeling rather stupid and yet having hope,
"From where do you hail friend?"
The mudcrab stopped abrubtly, and slowly turned to face her.
"From this place. Where you think?" It returned in a mix between a raspy and a squeaky voice.
Vvardenfell was awestruck. She was talking to a mudcrab!
A/n: Admit it, every story needs a talking animal right? Well, it's here that the story's gonna pick up so if you guys were bored then now's the time to really start reading!