A/N : I tried to take the reviews in account, not sure if I did it right. Anyway, thanks for the reviews :)
Just a normal shopping day
In Anora's mind, it was meant to be a simple and normal shopping day. She went to Falkreath early in the morning to sell some potions she made and some stuff she had enchanted. She also planned to buy some glass, corundum ingots and straw. It was a simple task, just go, sell, buy and go back.
What could go wrong ?
When Runil, an Altmer who is a priest of Arkay in Falkreath, came to see her just as she got out of the Gray Pine Goods, she thought it was just to ask news or simply talk to her.
When he asked her a favor, she hesitated, having a slightly bad feeling.
When he told her it was just to get back a journal he had lost while exploring a cave, she thought it was a simple task.
When she arrived in the cave and saw three bandits' corpses near a column of blue light, the bad feeling came back.
"What did I get mixed up in ?" She muttered to herself.
The bad feeling got worse after finding a bandit's journal in front of a closed door and reading it.
The Dumner tried to find Runil's journal in the cave, she hoped it was there. But it wasn't. She glanced at the closed door and sighed. Doors like that were never a good sign, it often were leading to crypts. And crypts meant draugr. Going up the little slope, she then proceeded to go out of the cold cave.
Once outside, it took her a few seconds to adapt to the change of luminosity. The cave was just near the road. She spotted her mare and went closer. The mare seeing its rider coming stopped grazing and stayed still.
Anora just search in one the bags on the horse's croup. She finally found what she was looking for : her archimage robe she had gotten recently and Morokei. She quickly changed her plain dress in her archimage robe and put on Morokei on top of her head, ready to be put on her face. She didn't really like that mask because it hindered her field of vision but it did have a nice enchantement, helping her to restaure her magicka. And since she had left her bow at home, she would have to rely entirely on magic.
"Don't wander to far, girl." She said while pating her mare.
And then she went back into the cave. She opened the closed door with the key she had found with the journal. A smell of death lingering in the air welcomed her. She was right, on the other side of the door, was a nordic crypt. She carefully move forward, checking every turn before continuing.
She was surprised to see no draugr. But her relief died down when she heard a rasping voice... laughing.
She quickly turned back and saw two ghost appearing. She quiclky summoned her magicka and threw firebolts before they could get close. Surprisingly, they disappeared after getting hit by only one firebolt.
She continued in the corridors and when she was thinking there were only ghosts in those ruins, a draugr woke up and began to get up. She cursed her luck and didn't lose time to bombard him with firebolts. When he fell down, she stayed still and listened. It seemed there was no other draugrs near.
One again, she was wrong. After a few draugr, ghosts, traps and and a pillar puzzle, she finally arrived in a large room.
On each side near the entrance there was a kind of platform. In the center of the room, there were four columns encircling a trap door. At the end of the room, there was a throne on another platform. Just in front of it, a strange light was floating in the air on the trap door.
As she took a step, it took the form of a spectral draugr.
Anora reacted quickly and casted on herself a Stoneflesh spell while summoning a fire atronach at the same time. She also put Morokei correctly on her face. She had a feeling it would be a difficult fight.
And it was. This opponent was different from the others. He used strond Destruction spells and Anora had to evade and hide to avoid being hit. With her atronach she managed to land a few hits and then he disappeared.
She heard the sound of an invocation behind her and turned back. Her eyes widened as she spotted her opponent, she tried to find another spot but found out that there was three copy of himself in the room.
She summoned another atronach, as her previous one got killed, to take one or two opponents busy while she was taking care of one. She continued to attack, shout, and hide while her magicka was restauring. And finally, the last of the three ghost disappeared ... but the original one reappared. Back to the start.
At this point Anora was utterly furious and exasperated. And she used all of her magicka to put an end to this fight. In the end, the ghost disintegrated.
She couldn't help but sight with relief. She also took Morokei off, it was becoming hot inside the mask. At this point, she half expect a dragon priest or a dragon to show up. Slowly she went to the ash pile and picked up an enchanted sword, an enchanted axe and a staff. She examined the staff and found some carving along it. It was written "Halldir".
"Must have been the ghost's name" She muttered to herself.
Spotting a chest, she looked in it and found several potions, septims, piece of armor, a black gem and the journal she was looking for.
Happy to have finally found the journal, she proceeded toward the entrance. She looked through the trap door and recognised the cave with the three corpses. But she choose to go back the way she came, the well was too high, and she didn't want to break a leg.
When she finally got out, she saw the sun was going down. She rode to Falkreath to give the journal to Runil, who gave her a nice sum of money.
She then went to Lakeview manor and was welcomed by Sondas Drenim, her husband.
" I thought you wanted to sell things, not come back with more. Wasn't it meant to be a 'normal shopping day" ? " He asked with a smirk.
" I thought so too ... Remind me to never accept to do a favor when I'm shopping" she replied while getting off her mare
"As if you could resist !"
He then helped her to bring home her newly acquired items.