Skyrim System In Westeros

Wright didn't rush into the pit immediately. He waited until the soldiers had gathered the slaves and started their evacuation before making preparations. Earlier, he had cast a light spell into the depths of the excavation site. The illuminated sphere revealed that not only slaves but also many soldiers had perished at the bottom.

It was evident the soldiers had been overtaken by greed. Instead of reporting the discovery of the cavern, they organized the slaves to explore it for treasure, only to meet their demise at its entrance.

As the slaves lined up to leave the camp, a few soldiers and slaves stayed behind to dismantle the tents and pack up the remaining supplies.

"Nymeria, Tyene, you two are coming down with me," Wright said after analyzing the situation. He deemed it safer for the two women to stay close to him.

On the spiraling stone steps of the pit, Wright led the way, wearing six rings on his hands. His belt held two red mana potions, two blue life potions, and an empty backpack. In his hand was Dark Sister.

Behind him, Tyene carried her dagger, which glowed with an eerie red light. On her back was a small bear plush with a flower on its head—a gift from Shireen, which Tyene had turned into a backpack. Inside it lay the silver-and-gold dragon egg.

Nymeria, clad in full Valyrian steel armor, wielded her Valyrian steel spear, White Raven, as she followed Tyene. At the rear of the group was a fire elemental summoned by Wright.

When they reached the bottom, Wright realized this wasn't an entrance to a natural cavern. Judging by the arched stone supports, it was part of an ancient underground structure. The opening was at the top of a circular room, not its main entrance.

They climbed through the rubble into the chamber, which was strewn with corpses.

"They were killed by lightning magic," Tyene concluded, using her dagger to examine a body.

The room was large, and Wright's light spell illuminated its entirety. On one side, a dark, artificial passage descended further into the depths. For now, Wright chose not to enter, instead focusing on exploring the room.

Sword in hand and on high alert, Wright approached a pile of rubble and discovered a stone bed with a small altar at its head. The altar, made of blood-red stone, was intricately carved, though the inscriptions were too damaged to decipher. Wright recognized the appearance of stone soaked in blood for years, akin to what he'd seen in slaughterhouses.

On the altar lay a flower-shaped object made of Valyrian steel, about the size of a basin. Its delicate structure had been crushed by falling debris, and faint traces of magic still emanated from it.

Using his enchantment detection skill, Wright confirmed that the magic circuits within the object were destroyed, rendering its function unknown.

"What is this?" the two women asked, approaching him.

"This seems to have been a ritual chamber. The falling debris damaged the magical artifact, and the resulting surge of magic killed everyone here. This was what I detected earlier, but now it's useless. I'll take it back to smelt into equipment." Wright stowed the object in his backpack.

"Wright, there are High Valyrian inscriptions on the wall!" Nymeria called out.

Both she and Tyene had recently taken up studying High Valyrian out of boredom, though they were still beginners and struggled with many words.

"Loyal warrior, Rahgot shall guard..." Nymeria read aloud. "The rest is too damaged to make sense of. Shall we move on into the tunnel?"

Tyene hesitated, staring into the dark passage. "It's so dark in there. Are we really going in?"

Wright paused for a moment. "For some reason, when I'm in a place like this, I can't help but feel drawn to these tunnels. Could it be the awakening of the Dragonborn heart?"

"The Dragonborn heart?" Nymeria asked, puzzled.

Wright explained with mock seriousness, "I once read a story about a group of tomb robbers called Dragonborn. They felt compelled to enter any tomb they found, looting everything valuable inside — down to the coins meant for the dead to pay the Stranger. Some even took the bones of the deceased. The term 'Dragonborn heart' is just their way of flattering themselves."

"Defiling the dead? That's despicable!" Tyene said angrily.

Nymeria suddenly remembered something. "Wright, didn't you once sing on the ship and call yourself a Dragonborn mage?"

Avoiding her gaze, Wright busied himself with adjusting his backpack. "Mine's the High Valyrian kind of Dragonborn, not those grave-robbing scoundrels. It's just a coincidence in names."

With that, he strode into the tunnel.

Casting several light spells onto the walls, he said, "Let's go. With magic, there's no such thing as darkness. Stay alert at all times."

The passage wasn't cold but slightly warm, likely due to the surrounding volcanic activity. The breach had been open for some time, so the air was breathable. Even if it wasn't, Wright could always use water-breathing magic.

Where there was light, fear seemed to diminish. For the sake of the two women, Wright illuminated their path with frequent light spells. The fire elemental at the rear also helped brighten the tunnel.

The passage wasn't long, and before long, the group arrived at a slope. Nymeria surveyed the terrain. "The tunnel we came through was probably a dead end originally. This slope seems to be the main path."

Wright directed the fire elemental to shoot fireballs both up and down the slope. The one fired upward quickly struck a pile of rubble and extinguished, while the one sent downward hit a flat surface.

"There's only one way forward — downward. Let's go," Wright said, a spark of excitement in his voice.

"There are carvings on the ground, too!" Tyene exclaimed, glancing around as they descended.

The trio examined the slope from top to bottom. At the uppermost part, the carvings were obscured by rubble. From what was visible, they saw depictions of the Valyrian capital's architecture, a warrior crowned and wielding a massive greatsword, and a scene of people bowing in reverence. Each relief was crafted from obsidian, bordered by intricate decorations of dragons.

"This must have been the entrance to a Dragonlord family's mine or tomb. Nothing else would justify such extravagance," Nymeria speculated.

"If it were a mine, the entrance wouldn't have a path decorated like this. I'd wager it's a tomb," Wright concluded. "Let's keep going."

At the bottom of the slope, they arrived in a large chamber. The space was supported by a dozen columns, though one corner had collapsed. The walls were adorned with various reliefs, and the columns were equipped with brackets for torches and candleholders. Along the walls, there were chairs, but they had decayed to the point of being unusable.

At the far end of the room stood a double stone door. One door remained intact, while the other lay broken on the ground. The unbroken door bore several High Valyrian inscriptions.

"Rahgot."

"What does that mean?" Tyene tugged at Wright's sleeve. She was clearly uneasy underground.

"One of the fourteen ancestors of the Dragonlords!" Wright recalled. "Tyene, coat your dagger and Nymeria's spear with flame-enhanced poison."

"What's wrong?" Tyene asked, retrieving a small bottle from a hidden pouch at her waist.

Wright looked tense. "If this were the tomb of any other Dragonlord family, it wouldn't be an issue. But if it belongs to one of the fourteen ancestors, it's a whole different matter. There might be danger inside, but the treasures would be equally extraordinary."

"It's just a tomb," Nymeria said. "At most, there'll be traps. We just need to be careful."

"I'm twenty now. I'm already quite powerful, wouldn't you say?" Wright asked seriously.

The two women nodded.

"If I continue studying magic for decades and teach my children, they'll be exceptional too, right?"

Again, the women nodded.

"If my guess is correct, this tomb belongs to a powerful mage, much like me. Considering the altar above, there's a chance we'll encounter the undead."

The two women, despite the illuminated surroundings, began to feel uneasy in the ancient, buried tomb.

Wright placed a reassuring hand on their shoulders. "Don't worry. Stay here and wait for me."

The women nodded fervently, and Wright turned to face the stone door. Light from a protective spell shimmered over his body, followed by a flaming aura enveloping both him and Dark Sister.

"Mul~~~Qah~~~Diiv~~~!"

The soft but resonant tones of Dragon Shout echoed through the dark tomb as layers of white, blue, and yellow magical armor formed over him. Wright left the fire elemental with the womens and, sword in hand, strode boldly through the stone door.

The corridor inside was older and more decrepit than the previous one. After rounding a bend, Wright looked back but could no longer see the women.

"Damn, I'm scared too!" he muttered.

In this dark, ancient tomb buried over a hundred meters underground, facing the unknown and the undead, Wright couldn't deny his fear. He tightened his grip on Dark Sister, his heart pounding as he continuously cast light spells to illuminate the entire passage.

At the end of the corridor stood a decaying iron door. With a single slash, he broke it open, revealing a small hall.

The walls of the room had rectangular niches carved into them, each forming three vertical layers. Altogether, there were dozens of these niches, and within each lay a desiccated corpse clutching a weapon.

"What the—" Wright froze, unwilling to make any sudden moves. Activating his stealth skill, he crept toward one of the corpses and cautiously prodded it with his sword.

The tip of the blade pressed against the corpse — no reaction.

He pushed it an inch deeper — still no reaction.

With a bit more force, he pierced through the corpse. Still no response.

Relieved, Wright withdrew his sword. The enchanted flames on the blade began to burn the surface of the corpse, slowly charring it.

Wright crouched silently, watching the flames consume the body.

"Ha~~~~"

The corpse suddenly let out a raspy growl, twitched violently a few times, and then fell still again.

"Son of a—!"

Wright's worst fears were realized. He turned his head and looked at the dozens of holes in the hall.

All the dead soldiers inside woke up, some turned over and picked up their weapons to stand up, some fell from the third floor and pressed on another soldier, and some were wearing dark and ancient armor, their eyes flashing blue light, holding weapons and roaring.

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