Little Italy

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

UM NO YOU ARE A MUCH BETTER WRITER THAN I AM THAT IS TALENT TOO

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Elle narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips, "Um, I'm not blind, it's definitely a bird," she argued, "I don't know which one you're looking at, but it's clearly an owl, a bear, and a /bird/," she stated, shaking the Golden claw at him. She was sure she had seen enough birds in her day to know when she saw one.

Regardless, she placed the claw on the door according to the grooves, and tried to turn it. When it only budged slightly in either direction, she withdrew it and shook her head, "That's not it. Try something else?"

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

EXCAUSE ME STFU THAT'S BULLSHIT

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After dispatching the bandits at the entrance to the Barrow, Elle had been having a grand old time. She had heard stories and read books about places like this, but had never actually had the opportunity to go in one, until now. She was sure Nilovas was thoroughly annoyed with her by this time, because she stopped to examine a carving or rummage through a vase every five seconds. Although she did try her best not to talk his ear off about her knowledge of the crypt, the information did come in useful for the traps and the puzzle door. The other upside was that she had come across quite a bit of coin and even some precious gems, which were bound to put more money in her pocket.

So far, there was only one part she really could have done without. The draugr she was fine with, in fact she was delighted to see them at first. What nearly gave her a heart attack was that spider. The monster was easily four times her size and she was sure the most hideous thing she had seen in her life. She had almost turned around and run the other way, but then she spotted the poor guy caught in the creature's web and her pity overcame her cowardice. Thankfully, it had been wounded so Nil didn't need much help destroying the horrible beast. On top of that, the unthankful bästard they had freed was going to make off with the claw again!

Once they had the thing, Nil didn't seem to have much interest in it, so Elle volunteered to carry it, mostly because she wanted to examine the artifact. She had no problem continuing down into the dark underground to see more of the place, that is, after Nil promised her there would be no more spiders. She was rather quiet after that, busy turning the golden object over in her hands and rubbing the traces of dirt off of it, putting away only to dispatch draugr or traps.

She was extremely happy once they had reached the hall with the puzzle door at the end, pausing to examine the carvings on the walls to try and decipher the stories they told. But she would have to return another day, because Nil was getting impatient and they had an artifact to return. She walked over to the circular door, examining the carvings and the indent where, upon placing the claw in it, the artifact must function as a key. But, the door wouldn't open when she tried it, so it must have something to do with the symbols above.

"Well," she said, "We probably have to turn them in the right combination for the door to open, like the first one, only," she looked around the room, "There doesn't seem to be any indication of what that might be." She scrunched her nose in thought and scratched the back of her head, looking up at the three creatures. "Maybe, try a couple different combos and hope we get lucky? If that doesn't work, we'll have to figure out something else," she mused, "I can't reach the top two, so could you try switching the bear for the bird and that bird for the owl?" she suggested.

… At least… she thought it was a bird. No, it was definitely a bird. Between the way it was faded from age and the lighting, it was hard to tell, but she was sure that's what the second stone animal was. She couldn't see what else it could be. She still had the claw in hand, but hadn't bothered to consult it yet.

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

I KNOW. WE COULD ACTUALLY DO THIS

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

I MEAN MY FINAL CONSISTS OF WORKING WITH OTHER STUDENTS TO CREATE AN ACTUAL GAME NOT GONNA LIE

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Elle gave him a small smile to cover up her amusement at his apparent confusion, fishing a rather hefty magicka potion out of her bag and handing it to him, thinking it would be the most useful to him. "No problem," she replied, before striding past him and going back down the stairs to the first floor, calling out behind her, "Hurry up, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we get to Whiterun." And hopefully a hot meal. The stuff they had snagged so far was great and all, but they hadn't had the time to sit down and eat anything good. One of her favorite parts of traveling was getting a taste of all the different cuisine the place had to offer. Skyrim's probably wouldn't beat that of Cyrodiil's, but anything sounded better than raw potatoes and carrots at this point.

Once downstairs, Elle went outside once more, the snow up to her knees. She hoped the rest of the trek up the mountain side wouldn't be like this, because she practically had to wade through it. But she wasted no time in trudging back out into it, heading towards the path that continued upward. She hoped the Barrow wasn't far, because as much as she did like the snow and cold, she wasn't accustomed to it, and her hands and feet were starting to complain about the chill. No wonder this place is abandoned, she thought, they probably all froze to death.

Thankfully, her wish was granted, and the snow was not nearly so deep once the path started to incline more steeply, a few drifts here and there, but she skirted around them. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure her half Dunmer companion was following her before focusing her eyes ahead again, narrowing them against the wind. Soon after, parts of the large stone structure started to reveal themselves, and she was about to plunge forward when the echoing of voices off of the rocks reached her ears. Really? /more/ bandits? How many of these guys were there? she thought to herself in annoyance.

She crouched beside a boulder, drawing her sword and peaking out of her cover to see just how many there were. It was hard to say, considering she could only see two, and there were probably more beyond the stairs closer to the Barrow's entrance. The two she could see were armed with bows, so she traded her sword for the long bow and arrows she had picked up yesterday on their flight from Helgen. She nocked an iron arrow and pulled it back close to her cheek, staring down its shaft at her target, a bearded man in fur armor. Now, she wasn't the best archer, but hopefully she could at least cripple him from this distance.

However, she didn't want to plunge into a fight if Nil wasn't ready, so she paused and glanced over at him to make sure he had seen the danger as well. She would never admit it in a million years, but she was glad of his help, because there was no way she would be able to fight so many alone. Clearly, she was no tank, so fighting more than one or two opponents proved to be more of a challenge for her.

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

IM ALSO GETTING INTO ANIMATION AND PROGRAMMING THIS COULD ACTUALLY HAPPEN HOLY

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

While Nil went to switch his armor and take care of his wound, Elle marched up to the second floor, still ready to take on trouble should trouble present itself. Thankfully, none did, so she busied herself with digging around the various barrels and drawers scattered around the room. Finding nothing of real value, she proceeded to the third floor, which was connected to the second by a ramp. It was rather steep and slick with ice, so she practically had to crawl up it to prevent herself from sliding off it and falling off the face of the mountain. The third floor turned out to be more of a little lookout post, a single chest nestled at the back.

She brightened up slightly at the sight of it, striding over and trying to undo the latch. Finding it locked, she dug around in her pouch until she found a lock pick, carefully inserting the contraptions into the keyhole and jimmying them around skillfully. It wasn't a difficult lock to pick, so getting it open was fairly simple. When she heard the flick of the lock, she flipped the latch up and lifted the lid, rummaging inside the wooden box. There wasn't much in the way of armor, aside from a pair of better bracers, but there were some hefty health, stamina, and other potions that would definitely be useful.

Satisfied with her finds, she stowed them away and shut the chest just as she heard Nil call from below. She carefully slid down the ramp and walked back into the room as she pulled on the new bracers. "A few things," she replied, "I found some potions if you want a few," she offered, stopping a few paces away from him and crossing her arms, head tilted to the side questioningly.

She figured he probably would say no, but she wanted to offer anyway. They were friendly enough, but since he was so opposed to much conversation, it was difficult to form any kind of friendship at all. She wasn't going to push it because he was so indifferent, but she figured after what they had been through in the last 24 hours or so, asking for a friend wasn't outrageous of her. He may be a little snobby, but he was also even a bit naive about some things, which quite amusing at times. Plus, he didn't seem to have the means to get back to wherever he came from as of yet, so someone had to keep him from stomping all over Skyrim and making a fool of himself.

Still, she didn't doubt that he was quite powerful, and she sure was glad he was on her side. After seeing him in action, there was no way she wanted to be on his bad side. Anyone who could conjure dremora was automatically someone Elle didn't want to tangle with.

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And hire me while you're at it I need a job in game design. WE WOULD BE AN UNSTOPPABLE VIDEO GAME MAKING TEAM TBH