Jump Chain Gothic 7 - Skyrim 1 - Dawnguard
Part 3
Dimhollow Cavern. Skyrim
"You bit me!" I yelled.
It had all happened so fast. One moment I'd been solving some puzzle, and once I'd done that some contraption, which now I knew to be a sarcophagus, had opened up, and then the vampire within the sarcophagus, had thrown herself at me with such speed that even my reflexes hadn't been enough to avoid getting myself bitten.
Thankfully Cameron had been quick on her feet and had thrown the vampire off me. If I hadn't expressly ordered her not to kill the vamp chick I was sure that Serena would be dust by now.
"You fucking bit me!" I shouted.
Sure she hadn't killed me, but she'd fed off me and it was not an erotic experience. I felt violated and used. Also I was very worried that she'd infected me with the disease they had here that turned people into vampires.
"Your blood" the vampire woman said as struggled to stand up "So much power".
I too was struggling to get up. I wanted to kill the bitch who had dared to drink my vital fluids, but I sort of needed her alive in case. Besides I was able to heal myself without too much trouble.
As for the power of my blood, I imagined that feeding off a near-ascended magic user who also had the Force could give a person quite the rush. As I fixed the minor damage done to me I recalled reading somewhere that transfusions from a Force Sensitive to a non-Force Sensitive wouldn't give them the Force, however it could give a person a boost.
"Who...who sent you here?" she then asked.
Her voice was confused rather than hostile.
"The Dawnguard" I answered.
Now that I'd had a chance to look at her I discovered that Serena was a tall, somewhat beautiful woman, or at least she would have been if she was human. Her skin was too pale, and her eyes were inhuman, but other that she was attractive enough. At least for a walking, talking, leech with fangs.
"Who are the Dawnguard?" she asked.
The Dawnguard were a group of people who would want me to kill her and I also wanted to do that, not only because she a vampire, but also because she'd bitten me.
"They are a group of vampire hunters" I answered.
Serana, I already knew her name, looked a little high, so I figured she might tell me something useful and hopefully she would still be out of it for a while. Then her expression changed and I got the sense that she was either aroused, or she was thinking of drinking me some more. Neither was appealing to me.
"Can you help me get back to my family's home" she requested "My family used to live on an island to the west of Solitude I guess they still do".
The leech seemed more composed now. I figured whatever effect my blood had on her must be wearing off. Although it seemed as if she wasn't thinking straight as if she were then might not have asked me for help given that I was someone who'd mentioned being part of a group of vampire hunters.
"By the way, my name is Serana" she then said.
I then saw something that triggered a memory.
"Is that an Elder Scroll?" I asked.
Serana turned her head to see the scroll, which was rolled up and hanging off her belt.
"Yes, it is, and it's mine" she said.
I amazed by this. A real life Elder Scroll, I was giddy at the idea of even getting to touch one.
"It's...complicated" she told me "I can't really talk about it. I'm sorry"
By now I could stand again, and I'd calmed down enough to think more clearly. I had to go through the motions and follow the plot of the game in order to have some fun, and of course there was the looting.
Sure I could build a cruise missile, and fire at Harkon's place, but that would just be too easy. I hadn't come here for a quick victory, not totally. I wanted this Jump to end in a few week, or maybe months, not in mere days and if I used a missile that would gain attention from a lot of people, such as the daedric princes, and I'd have to leave.
"So any idea how to get out of here?" I asked.
I could simply retrace my steps as it would be easy to enough to jump to the platform I'd earlier jumped down from when attacking some vamps. I could use my telekinetic powers to move the others up there. Serana might be able to fly, so that wasn't an issue.
But there might be more to this place, and back exit, hopefully with some treasure, which meant it might worth having more of a look around.
"Your guess is as good as mine" Serana said as she looked around "This place looks pretty different from when I was locked away".
Given that age of this place she must have been sealed up a very long time ago.
"Who is Skyrim's High King?" the vampire asked me.
That was not easy to answer as there wasn't actually a High King right now.
"That's a matter of debate" I told her "There are a bunch of people fighting about who gets to rule Skyrim next".
Serana rolled her eyes,
"Wonderful, a war of succession" she said somewhat sarcastically "Good to know the world didn't get boring while I was gone".
Indeed Nirn was never dull.
"Who are the contenders?" was her next question.
This time I did think about my answer.
"Well the Empire supports Elisif, who is the widow of the last High King, but there are some who support...
She interrupted me.
"The Reman Empire?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"No the Septim Empire" I corrected "Well its not really that any more not since Martin Septim died at the end of the Third age, that was about two hundred years ago".
Serena now looked very upset.
"I must have been gone longer than I thought. Definitely longer than planned" she was now saying "Please let's hurry, I need to get home so I can figure out what's happened to my family"
She raced off, either because she was eager, or because she wanted to leave me behind, and when she did two statues came alive.
"Gargoyles!" the vampire loudly informed me.
Rather than fight up close, Serana cast a lightning bolt at the first Gargoyle which stunned it, she then cast three ice-spikes that struck the gargoyle's head and abdomen, which made the creature collapse. The second creature also suffered a similar fate. Serana stunned the monster and then impaled it with magically created ice spikes.
What was more impressive than the power of the spells she used was how quickly she'd cast them. She'd destroy her enemies before either of them had gotten close to use their claws on her, and she'd made it look effortless.
"Why didn't you help me fight?" the vampire asked me.
"I wanted to see what you could do" I said "besides I didn't actually agree to help you".
Serana sighed.
"You don't need to worry about me attacking you" she assured "I only take a little blood from people when they sleep, and I never turn others into vampires. I wouldn't have fed from you if I had been so desperate when I woke up. I lost control, and for that I am sorry".
Well she was good in the game, and while she didn't register much in the Force, I did sense her good intentions.
"Okay" I said "I'll trust you".
She smiled.
"Now not to be rude" she went on to say "But you're not totally human. What are you?".
I decided to tell her as there was no point trying to trust her if she didn't trust me.
"I'm Human" I explained "I've been through some stuff, that's all".
It was more complex that as Jump Chain could be, but this was nether the time or the place to explain.
Serena nodded as if she understood, and then started to move away, so I went after her, and I instructed the others to follow. The vampire hadn't paid Cameron or Forestwind any attention yet. Clearly she understood that I was the leader of my little group.
"What is your name?" the female asked as we walked.
I decided to forgo the titles.
"You can call me Gothic" I said.
We soon went under stone arch which led to the next room. Inside there were many coffins that were positioned vertically around the room, stone steps led to the second floor and there was a tunnel beyond that. Which I figured lead even further into the crypt. However there was a gate preventing us from using that tunnel.
"There's a lever over there" I was told.
Serana pointed at the switch atop the stairs and we walked up the stone steps. Then we both stared at the lever. I could sense danger.
"I'm guessing that is going to open more than the gate" I reasoned.
Serana took up a fighting stance, which was all the answer that I needed. My companions did the same. I could have opened the gate with my powers, but I wanted to see more of what Serana could do.
"I wonder if the Draugr are as gullible as they were when I was a girl" she then said "Better let me see if I can still handle them".
Rather than reply I pulled the lever with the power of my mind and the gate immediately opened, and of course a group of undead monsters came after us. The vampire blasted them with lightening, and then she stopped attacking.
"Show me what you can do" Serena requested.
I charged at them with Caliburn in hand, I changed weapons again since I saw no reason to let Serana know I had access to technology that she couldn't even imagine. I decapitated the first Draugr with ease, but the second one had time to block so I had to disarm the monster before finishing it off with a stab to the chest.
"You fight well" Serana commented.
Her approval meant little to me, however I saw no sense in being rude.
"Thank you" I said "You're not too bad yourself".
Judging by her reaction my approval did matter somewhat to her.
"Being immortal has it's advantages" she stated "I mastered all the Destruction spells within my first century as a vampire".
Serana then cast another spell at the motionless bodies of the dead things she'd zapped earlier and this reanimated the corpses.
"I also mastered conjuration fairly quickly" she told me.
In theory I could also raise the dead, or at least make a dead body fight for me. I could actually bring the recently deceased back to life. However the Force seemed to dislike that and I got the feeling that if I did it too often I might upset the balance between life and death or something like that.
While keeping distance between myself and the less attractive looking of the walking corpses I made my down the passage and through another gate, which was thankfully open this time. We then found ourselves in yet another large cavern.
"I certainly don't remember this being here when I was locked up" Serana said.
Rather than reply I observed the area. It was a gigantic room with darkness hiding most of it, save for the area in the middle that was illuminated by torches and a fire pit. In the far corner, I could just about see a Word Wall.
Sadly there was no sound of chanting. Which meant I couldn't go and learn the word. Still I went over to the Word Wall as I was interested in seeing one up close.
"Here lies the body of Zvala" I read out "Who possess the strength to kill dragons but not stamina to kill many".
That was the most direct translation, and I saw it all in English, but I scanned the writing anyway.
Also I expected the dragon priest to wake up, but he didn't, I figured that he must remain inactive unless the Dragonborn took the Shout.
"Come on, let's get out of here" I muttered.
After passing through yet another iron gate and going down the passage, we were finally able put Dimhollow Crypt behind us. Which was nice as it hadn't been a pleasant place.
When I got outside I saw that it was late at night and the surrounding area was covered in a thick blanket of snow, the cold air hurt my lungs at little.
Serana took a few steps forward, the snow crunching under her feet, and she inhaled deeply.
"Ah, it's so good to breathe again" she said.
As far as I knew vampires didn't breathe, at least not in the sense that humans did. They didn't need oxygen at least.
"The weather is incredible" the vampire went on to say.
Well she'd been stuffed in a box for centuries so I could well imagine that getting outside was a treat.
"Solitude is north-west of here" Serana then said "It should take us a few days to get there, but I hate travelling during the day".
"Morthal is much closer" my wood elf guide told us "We could get there before dawn and take shelter".
That sounded like a plan to me. There could be in an inn, and food, maybe some Nord Mead. I wouldn't mind trying some of that.
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Morthal. Skyrim.
According to my Bosmer companion, Morthal was supposedly named after the great Nord hero Morihaus. If this was true or not she didn't know for sure. What she was certain about was the fact that town served as the capital of Hjaalmarch, although it was a fairly small, humble town of little economic or strategic importance.
In fact the only sights of any significance were an inn, the Jarl's home, and a small lumber mill. I'd seen a few primitive settlements in my time, but even by the standards of medieval Earth this place was pitiful.
Allnel Forestwind also informed me that here in the marshes, dry ground can be hard to come by. Which was partly why this town hadn't grown, there wasn't much solid dirt to build upon.
Another thing she let me know was that Morthal was often shrouded in a thick fog, and that along with the twisted trees that grow from the surrounding marsh, gave it a foreboding appearance that put off travellers. Which was why it wasn't often visited by traders.
Many people choose to steer clear of the place altogether, and if not for the fact that Serana was weak from her centuries of imprisonment, we wouldn't be stopping here either, but she needed to rest.
When I saw the place I decided that Morthal didn't look very nice. It looked downright depressing, to be honest. What didn't help was that there was an unruly mob outside the town's largest building.
"What's the Jarl gonna do about it?!" someone yelled.
Hopefully this was a protest and there wouldn't be any lynching. I'd never really bothered with this place when playing the game so I didn't know what was going on.
However I had a vague memory about this town having problems with a vampire, and I was a vampire hunter now so perhaps I should look into it. If nothing else it would give me something do while waiting for Serana to recover.
"How are we going to feel safe in our own homes?!" another person called out.
There was a person standing in front of the crowds. I saw him as he held his hands up in front of him, trying to stem the tide of harsh comments.
"Please, the Jarl has heard your concerns, and you have nothing to fear from the new visitor..."
My group stopped some distance from the crowd and I grew concerned. Apparently the locals had issues with strangers in town, that could be bad for my group as while we did hope to reach Solitude as soon as we could, we really needed some rest. Even I was getting tired.
"We won't accept wizards in our midst!" I heard a voice shout.
I figured that we were better off staying out of this mess and to take rooms at the inn.
(Line Break)
Morthal. Skyrim.
Inside her home Idgrod Ravencrone, the Jarl of Morthal was dreaming. The dream consisted of a large group of armed men and women, with glowing red eyes charging through Morthal and cutting down anyone who opposed them.
They ran amok, killing all of her guardsmen, and slaughtering the few brave townspeople who dared to stand against them. Idgrod couldn't do anything but watch as the invaders laid waste to the town she was suppose to watch over. The creature's seemed to ignore her, and she couldn't move. She was just a spectator in this horrible show.
Halfway through the dream, Idgrod Ravencrone came to realise that the invaders were all vampires. The magic and the fangs indicated so, and this was confirmed when saw her son Joric have his own lifeblood sucked out of his neck. She could see the terrified look on his face.
Suddenly the dream changed, and all the vampires and corpses faded away. They were replaced with the typical scene of Morthal, with people going about their daily business as if nothing at all was wrong.
Then, out from the marsh, a lone figure walked into view. He was fairly young in appearance, and he was dressed in a strange armour. He looked tired, but also happy, it seemed to the Jarl that this man had just won a fight.
He was holding something in his left hand. As he got closer, Idgrod could see from her spectator viewpoint in front of the Jarl's longhouse, that the something in his hand was a severed head.
A severed vampire's head. Idgrod Ravencrone immediately recognised it as one of the vampire's from the previous dream sequence, a particularly powerful one, if her feeling was anything to by. This was odd because vampire's turned to dust when they died so the head was symbolic of something the Jarl understood.
The stranger walked up to the longhouse, where Jarl Idgrod and her steward were waiting. Now that he was close, Idgrod could look at the man in more detail. He had dark hair, which was cut short and somewhat unkempt, but in a way that suited him.
He wasn't too tall, or short. He wasn't overly handsome or ugly, there was a certain something about him. He radiated power, he was stronger than the vampires, he could destroy them.
The man stopped a few metres from the Jarl, and smiled a weary smile. He then tossed the head at their feet, and everything faded to black.
This when Idgrod woke up. As she got dressed, the Jarl began feeling worried. When her dreams were that detailed, they were almost always visions. She felt certain that the Divines were warning her of the danger and trying to tell her that the solution to the towns troubles could also be found.
The man she'd seen in her dreams would save the town, and the Jarl felt certain that she would see him soon. There was still hope for the people of Morthal.
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Morthal. Skyrim.
After for paying for rooms at the inn, which I'd traded my enchanted axe for, so Serana and Forestwind could rest, I'd spend a few short hours meditating so that I rejuvenate myself without needing eight hours of rest like most humans did.
This wasn't something that would keep me going forever, but I could go for days without proper sleep while not harming my body or my mind. I would need to sleep at some point this week as even near-ascended humans with the Force needed proper sleep, as like everyone else we needed to dream.
While sleep was important I wanted to stay awake for two main reasons. One was that the beds of the inn were not comfortable, and may have things living in the mattresses, the other was that I had felt a disturbance in the Force.
There was something rotten in the town of Morthal, and it wasn't the food, although I did avoid that. The swamp around this settlement was reminded me of the dark side cave of Dagobah, which I had visited during my time in the Star Wars galaxy, only it wasn't focused in one area, the feeling of darkness was spread thinly over the area.
Something about this swamp made electronic communications difficult, which meant I couldn't simply call Morgana and let her know that were okay, and while we could talk to each other with telepathy thanks to use both having the right magical gene, that ability had a limited range.
Also since Morgana didn't have the Force, the best I could do right now was reach and try to give her the impression that I was okay. All I got from her was a feeling of boredom and frustration. I'd have to bring her back some stuff that was very interesting in order to make up for leaving her behind.
Cameron and I were now entering the Jarl's Longhouse, and were met with the sight of three people discussing something very serious at the far end. One of the people was Jarl Idgrod, who was sitting on her throne, another was some Imperial officer, and the other was probably the steward.
As Cameron and I approached the small group, their conversation was cut short, and they all looked at me expectantly. I got the sense that they'd known I was coming, and that the Jarl wanted to talk to me.
"I… I need to tell you something..." she said quietly "I… I had a dream about you".
Reaching out the the Force I sensed her truthfulness, she wasn't trying to trick me, and just by looking into her eyes I could tell that she was a true Seer. Morgana used to look that after a restless night when normal dreams were replaced by visions.
The life of a real Seer was not an easy one. Not only did sleep not provide the rest that humans needed, the visions also taxed the mind at the time it should be at least active. This wasn't so harmful that it killed, but it did leave Seers tired and ill looking, I was sure that some went totally mad.
I also had visions, however I wore an adder stone as did Morgana so only the most powerful of visions were granted to us, and because they were so powerful they were also much clearly than most visions.
Really I was in little danger of going mad due to this as the Force didn't grant visions that often. However the Jarl looked as if she was suffering. Alas I didn't have a spare adder stone to give to the Jarl, and while I could heal some of the damage done to her body that wouldn't make much of a difference in the long run. Perhaps I could come up with something like an adder stone.
In the Merlin TV show Morgana's sister gave her a healing bracelet that blocked out most of Morgana's visions, just like the adder stone I'd gotten for her did. Given the chance I'd consult my magical holocron, a device of my own creation, to see if during my time in the Merlin's world I'd come across anything that could help. Even a replicated dream catcher might help, and wouldn't be too much trouble to provide.
"It's more of a vision, I think" the Jarl told me "Please understand that I'm being serious. I've had these before, and I think this town needs your help".
She didn't need to worry.
"I… I believe that the town might be attacked, if you don't do something" the Jarl told me.
That might explain the unease I was feeling. I felt cold here in a way that nothing to do with Skyrim's weather, the worst of which my environmental shields would protect me from if needs be.
I had assumed that it was due to the marshlands around the town, and I was that to an extent it was, but that didn't mean that there wasn't more going on around here.
"Tell me about this vision" I requested.
The Jarl did so, and to me it seemed pretty straight forward, either I defeated a powerful vampire, one that had other vamps under their command, or this town would be destroyed. It made sense that something like this would happen.
Clearly Harkon's plan to block out the sun was part of larger world domination scheme. It would lead to the end of all life, and even if the vampires could live without blood they'd have no one to rule over, but Harkon would hardly be the first insane leader that people mindlessly followed.
"Please!" Idgrod pleaded, "just… do something, do whatever you can to find out what's wrong… please! If you don't do this… people will die".
Rushing into action would be foolish. Even if there was a nest of vampires nearby without my probes I'd have little chance of finding it. Plus it could be very dangerous to try given how little I knew about this area. I'd have to go about this carefully.
If there were vampires involved, then perhaps one of them was already in town, or had began converting people, or at the very least had an informer here. They could behind the civil unrest I'd seen earlier this morning, an attempt to weaken this settlement before an attack.
"Jarl" I was now saying "I'll look into the possibility of vampire attack. I'll need to do an proper investigation, before I act, but I do find anything hostile vampires I will destroy them".
Serana was proof that not all of the walking, talking, leeches were downright evil, and perhaps there were other vamps out there just trying to live some kind of life, so I should move carefully.
Plus I was a member of the Dawnguard, my actions reflected upon the whole organisation, an organisation I'd become the leader of judging by the reward offered by the Prophecy I'd selected.
"Thank you" said the Jarl "Thank you very much"
I'd gave the leader of this town a bow of respect, not because she was powerful leader, but she clearly cared for the people she governed, even if she was a bit batty.
"You're welcome, Jarl" I said.
With that I turned and headed into the town, Cameron following behind me. If I was going to investigate what was wrong with Morthal, the tavern would probably be a good place to start.
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Morthal. Skyrim.
"Tell me about that house fire," I requested of the woman called Jonna.
Already I had discovered that Jonna was the sister of Falion, who was a mage, and the owner of the Moorside Inn. She'd also told me that business is slow in Morthal, and not just because of how remote the town is or because of the civil war.
There were troubles in this town, and during times like these people sought out someone to blame, and when they couldn't find the real guilty party, they found someone to blame. Normally an outsider, those that didn't fit in with the group, they were also often the most vulnerable.
Her brother Falion, who I would seek out and talk to at some point during my stay in this town if I got the chance, was a conjurer, and while many who studied this school of magic, such as myself, didn't perform Necromancy, that was part of the school of conjuration. So people actually had a reason to be weary of him.
Humans often turned on the outcasts of society during trouble times because we were pack animals. It was in our DNA to look after the pack, to defend it against threats, be they external, like another pack, or internal, a traitor.
This didn't mean people were bad, it just meant that we needed to try to rise about our more primitive drives when dealing with potential or real threats. Which is why civilised peoples had law enforcement and courts to deal with criminals instead of using mob justice, which could harm more innocents than even a corrupt legal.
"It was Hroggar's house. He managed to survive totally unscathed" the innkeeper told me "and he claimed it was a hearth fire, but many people don't believe him. They think he did it himself".
Perhaps he had. People could go crazy and do bad things, but normally there was a reason behind it.
"But why would he burn down his own house, with his wife and child inside?" I wondered.
This didn't seem vampire related, although I was sure that it somehow was.
"Well" said as she Jonna lowed her voice, "he's living with Alva now, and that started the very day after the fire".
Now that was interesting. Hroggar may have fallen in love with another woman, and wanted to leave this family for her, however plenty of man managed that without murdering anyone.
"It ain't right moving in with a new love the day after your kin die so tragically" Jonna muttered
After thanking the local woman, I got up off the stool I'd been sitting on and went over to where Cameron was standing.
"We were right to come here" I said the cyborg "Now we need to search the remains of the burned down house, I'll need your help, you might find something I'd miss".
Plus I could have Cortana scan the place.
"Why are we bothering with this, Master?" Cameron wondered "There's no reward on offer, and we already have a mission".
She wasn't wrong, this wasn't really my concern, but I didn't think that I was here by chance, not if I'd appeared in a Seer's vision, larger forces could be at work. My presence here could even be the will on the Divines.
"Trust me, Cameron" I urged the cyborg "There's more going on around here than met's the eye".
Of course she followed my lead. She always did.
(Line Break)
Morthal. Skyrim.
While scanning I knelt down in the remains of Hroggar's house, and searched around. There was little to find. Everything other than what remained of the walls was ash, and the snow was already covering most of the ash.
It was hard to believe such damage could have started from the fire in the hearth. Sure a wooden house could burn down quickly, but wouldn't the woman and her child have time to run out of the building as the fire spread?
Also why did no one hear them scream for help and come to their aid? There was no shortage of water around here to put out the fire. Something didn't feel right, and I didn't need the Force to tell me that.
"I found a trace of metal" Cortana told me.
Her hologram pointed to the right spot and I brushed aside a pile of ash, finding a small necklace. It was silver, or at least coloured that way. It was for someone with a very small neck, a young girl.
From the chain dangled a symbol, the amulet was magical I could feel it, but not like an enchanted item. I quickly concluded that it was the symbol of the Divine Dibella, who was the goddess of beauty and women, among other things.
Not something I'd give to a child, but it could be a family heirloom, passed down from mother to daughter in the hopes that the daughter would grow to be a beautiful woman.
I then felt something that pinged my senses, both in the Force and the magical. I turned out and saw some standing in the corner of the room, it was the ghost of a little girl. The girl didn't seem to notice us, she just kept humming to herself.
"Hello there" I said.
Now the ghost noticed me.
"Hello. I'm Helgi. But Daddy says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers" the dead girl replied "Are you a stranger?"
Well yes, but saying that wouldn't help.
"My name is Gothic" I told the spirit "And you're Hroggar's daughter, a stranger wouldn't know that".
The ghost seemed to accept this logic, or at the very least she didn't vanish.
"Helgi. Do you know what happened here?" I asked "How was your house burned down?"
Helgi thought for a second, or seemed to, her expression was hard to read as she partly transparent, and I couldn't read her in the Force.
"The smoke woke me up, it was hot and I couldn't breathe. I got scared, so I hid" she told me "Then it got cold and dark. I'm not scared anymore".
By the sounds of things she may have suffocated to death before her body had been burned. Which was actually a mercy, although not much of one.
"Did you see how the fire started?" I asked.
The little girl ignored this question, and asked one of her own.
"I'm lonely, will you play with me?" she requested.
While once I'd been very good with children I'd not totally lost the talent to deal with them reasonably. However I got the feeling that this wasn't going to be as easy as it could have been. I was now wishing that I'd spent more time with Anakin Skywalker while he was growing up.
"If I do, will you tell me who started the fire?" I asked.
The girl's ghostly face brightened, as in glowed for a moment, which I guessed was a good thing.
"Let's play hide and seek. If you find me, I'll tell you" she promised "We'll have to wait for nighttime though, another person is playing too, and she can't play until then".
That didn't sound right.
"Who are you talking about?" I asked.
"I can't tell you," the little girl told me as she leaned forward in order to whisper, "she's so close, she might hear me. If you find me first, I can tell you"
Helgi's ghost began to fade.
"Wait!" I called out "I need to know..."
But it was too late, the ghost had dissipated, and this greatly worried me as it sounded as if the ghost was worried about someone knowing that she was talking to me. Which didn't make much sense as you couldn't harm a ghost, so why would Helgi fear anyone?.
Of course she might not realise that no one could harm her, and I wasn't totally sure that she couldn't be harmed, a priest might be able to exorcise her, although they were far more likely to try to get the spirit to move on naturally.
Also a Necromancer could control ghosts, I'd seen that in this game, and vampires knew about Necromancy. So maybe Helgi's spirit was in danger. I'd have to find out.
"Who were you talking to?" Cameron asked me as I stood up.
I was surprised that she had to ask.
"A ghost" I told her "Couldn't you see her?".
Cameron couldn't and according to Cortana she'd not been able to detect anything. Perhaps in this world you needed some magical talent, which everyone here had since even the dumbest orc barbarian could learn to use a few simple spells, in order to see spirits.
Interesting to think about, but I could look into later on if I had time. Right now I needed to wait until dark and then find that ghost. I didn't know about manifesting spirits, but I was sure that people didn't become ghosts for no reason or the world would be full of them. Helgi remaining in this level of existence, was the key to the mystery, and I would need her help to find out what was going on around here.