The Ruin (Open RP)

A young Breton girl, just over the age of 19, makes camp outside a unknown ruin in northern Cyrodiil. Just before dark, she is making a fire, and preparing for her exploration of the ruin. She go's out hunting for something to eat, it had seemed like an era since she had eaten a good meal. As she spots a good deer, she looks off in the distance, it looks like someone is coming. She shot the deer, and yells to the distance, "Hello!, who are you! I will kill you if I have to!". Their is no answer. She decides to ignore it and go get ready to eat. She eats and she gets into a sleeping bag. She see's someone's face in the light of the fire, is it friend or foe? "Who are you?" she says.

"The real question is, who are you?" A tall, black Argonian replies with a sly smile. "I'm no bandit: If I was, I would've waited for you to sleep and slit your throat in the night. You do know what lies inside those ruins, don't you?"

Frightened by the large Argonian, she jumps out of her sleeping bag and pulls out her duel swords. "Who the hell are you, you better talk fast before I cut you into a million tiny pieces!"

The Argonian chuckled. "You already asked me that question twice, girl. Either way, I'm Im-Kur." He tossed her a sweet roll. "Now, do you know what's in that ruin?" He points toward the ruins she was camped outside.

"Allow me to introduce myself...I am Idaina Acha of Daggerfall. To answer you question I do not know what is in the ruin, I was going to explore in the morning." She sheathed her dual swords, and ate the sweet roll. "Thanks for the sweet roll, I haven't had real food in what seems like an age."

"Inside that ruin, lies the greatest treasure of all time. Thousands, if not millions have tried to claim it: Many leaving behind traps and trails left for ruin. This ruin has been around since the Dwemer: They left their own traps as they tried to enter. There will be a ton of explorers and bandits looking to claim the treasure within: None not realizing that the true key to the treasure lies within your hearts, your soul, and your team. If what you seek is right: Then you are given what you seek. And only by banding together can we overtake the ancient traps that lay within. So, I say, we go together. And we can perhaps pick up other people along the way: But we can trust no one. They will kill us in an instant if we give them the wrong notion or idea; they know that we could as easily backstab them as they us. But there are the few looking to search for the treasure within, not for themselves: but for the glory of their race or whatever." Im-Kur said. "I have gone through multiple tents, killing bandits and thieves within. I have been searching for someone, well, like you. I have food and supplies in my pack."

"Then I say let us go, and see what the gods have in store for us. Perhaps we will meet some within, but one thing is certain. I believe you, this ruin is not of any that I have seen. We will gain this treasure or die trying." Idaina said, while pulling out her dual swords. "I'm ready."

Im-Kur smiled at her, and was about to say something before a young Bosmer burst through the tent doors, his bow drawn and pointed straight at Idaina's heart. "Give me all your food and-" He noticed Im-Kur and smiled. "There you are! I thought you were investigating all the tents." Im-Kur looked at him, and the Bosmer sheathed his bow. "Idaina, this is Aengoth, Aengoth, this is Idaina. Aengoth, we're going to go with her into the ruins and hopefully find some fellow adventurers." Im-Kur said.

Sometime in the night a bit of a commotion would be heard from inside the ruins. A faint sound of screams and slight smell of burning flesh would flow out from the entrance of the ruins.

"I don't like the feel of the ruin...it's almost...alive." Idaina said. The three walked closer to the ruin, with every step the faint screams got a little louder, and the revolting smell of burning flesh got a little stronger. As they entered the three experienced different feelings. Idaina suddenly had a chilling feeling come over her, almost like the winters when she lived in Skyrim, before the madness of the faction war started. The ruin almost spoke to her in a voice that seemed...familiar.

There are loud, clunky steps coming behind the three of them.
An Orc in Orsimer armor and greatsword walked up to them, and said,
"Hello travelers. I am Khallar gro-Ogar, a blade for hire. I see you stumbled upon these ruins... perhaps I can be of help?"
He also feels strange being near the ruins. He's used to screams and the smell of the dead, but these seem supernatural, in a way.

A thunderous crack would come from the ruins. It would be followed by a haunting laugh and a phrase in a language most would not understand. Then silence would pervade giving way to an eerie stillness in the air as everyone waits to make their next move.

She sees the fire in the distance and runs towards it, glancing behind her back to make sure then were not following her. As she gets closer she sees a tent and several people standing around the fire. She sneaks forwards, drawing her bow. They might be bandits and she could never be to cautious. She crouches in the shadow of a tent. They seem to be talking about a ruin...

"I think someone is watching us..." Suddenly an arrow flies and almost hits Khallar. Idaina pulls her swords. "Show your self!"

Slowly, arrow notched to her bow she comes out from the shadows. Seeing so many people, she doesn't know who to aim at. "What are you doing here?" She had been patrolling around this area for a week now and she hadn't seen this young breton...