Draugr Dungeon

Draugr Dungeon smells like earth, vetiver, dark musk

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The Greed Of Those Gone

I decided I hated the underground.

Hated the heavy darkness, how the musk sat in my lungs like a physical thing.

Water gathered and fell from stalactites dozens of feet above me, the petrichor seemingly bringing ancient walls feeling an inch closer with every tiny splatter. I thanked my patron and whatever god oversaw this crypt that my journey from the entrance was all of twenty minutes.

A sarcophagus laid before an audience of caskets, centered on a dais like a ruler.

The lid was molded after its contents; a stocky woman with a crown of braids at her brow. I braced my shoulder against the frigid stone and pushed, boots digging into the wet earth.

The light emanating from my blade cast shadows over the face in such a way that it appeared to have opened its eyes. Yet when I looked inside, the warrior woman’s eyes remained welded shut from decomposition. Her half-flesh hands held what I’d been seeking: a small egg that swirled and sparked like an infant storm.

I plucked the tiny relic from its resting place, the corpse’s fingers stiff and unwilling to give up their treasure. As I shifted the stone from its tomb and into my pocket, a vetiver embalming fluid pooled from exposed arteries, settling into the floor of the coffin.

Like fetid lightning, the warrior woman sat up, and thunder roiled the ground as the dead rose around us.

I willed the obsidian of my blade red hot, slicing into the woman’s throat as the blade turned molten- a whip trickling down her front. A snap of my wrist sent the whip into the undead crowd, beheading one corpse as droplets of lava sprayed onto several others, turning their exposed sinew to ash.

The process repeated again and again, taking out a few at a time, yet hardly a dent formed in the horde as I was backed against the sarcophagus, now ready for a new inhabitant.

The ashes of the warrior woman stirred as I stepped inside her casket and sent my magic outward. The ground around the dais splintered, then yawned. The once-dark crypt was suddenly blinding reds and golds and oranges as the horde of undead was swallowed into a grave of flame, mouths agape as though attempting to roar in anger.

I held open that hellish pit until the last body had disappeared. I hadn’t noticed when the shaking in my body began. Only when I collapsed, hanging halfway out of the sarcophagus, limbs seizing and spasming. There was nothing left but to sit and wait for my patron’s mercy to end the seizures

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