Grave Robber | Job | Kakuma, Morgana

Everything was dark. A pitch black oblivion occupied Morgana's conscious, or her lack thereof. frightening didn't describe the circumstance; it was peaceful, calm and warm. The sensation that a great comfort swathed her blanketed her thoughts like a sea of dopamine. It was sleep but something more, something deeper. Her chest did not beat back and forth as one with a heart would normally do. No breath escaped her still lungs or passed her pale lips. Her peaceful face could almost curl her lips in a smile as she savored every moment of her eternal rest. Entwined with death in something of a fling, Morgana preferred lifelessness (if you could say she had a choice).

In a matter of an instant, no faster than sound itself, her bliss came to an end. The creaking of an iron door tore through the air and forced Morgana's eyes open -- that item was endanger. Her eyelids forced open, and a glowing redness escaped her eye sockets. There was no thought, no concern. It was a magical instinct that made her raise her hands and push outward. From a vertical angle, the stony lid of her coffin felt to the floor with a reverberating thump. A single foot stepped out of the coffin, followed by the rest of Morgana, whose glowing red eyes peered out into the darkness of the tomb. A mist-like dust drowned the air in almost complete silence, save for huffing of footsteps. There was intruders in her home.

A lit torch gave away the robbers of the dead, and Morgana followed it as if it were her beacon. As the torch approached the end of the room, a chill traveled through the draugr. They wanted her arrow; she knew it. The group of shadowy figures, clinging to their torch, came upon a pedestal ordained with jewels and ornaments. Atop it sat a faintly gold arrow blanketed with dust. Seemingly ignorant of the one following them, one of the figures reached forward to pluck the arrow from its pedestal.

Swish!

The figures all turned around and were horrified to see the shambling corpse that was Morgana. They raised their torch and nearly shrieked when they saw rage consuming her facial expression. One of them, the braver of the lot, stepped forward, pulling a sabre sword from his sheath. In the light of the torch, the scar upon his face ingrained itself with the undead's memory. With an effortless slash, the metal sliced Morgana's chest and she was downed. She did not care for the pain, for she forced herself up... but the figures were running away. Her feet rushed for them, an anxiety irrupting through her.

Creak!

Too late. The iron door that had awoken her from death had closed. She fell against the metal and banged against it. Were she capable, she would be crying in frustration as the tomb that helped protect her and her treasure had become her prison, the barrier between her and the Arrow of Lazarus.

And then, time passed.

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WC: 507/160
PC: 1/10

A Long While later...

Kakuma was unsure how she got assigned such a low ranking job but was gonna do it anyways. She headed down to the clients house, a grand white house with a white washed fence, and knocked on the front door. She tapped her hand as she waited for someone to answer, looked at the name on the mail slot. "Indiana Shmons...?" She didn't know the name but she did wonder what it was all about. She shrugged and turned around and watched the street, two cars pulled up and parked across the street. Kakuma raised a eyebrow and was about to do something when the door opened.

"Hello? Can i help you?" A mans voice said as Kakuma turned around. Kakuma handed him the job request sheet, which he took and looked at. "Ah you must be the mage i requested. Come in, Come in." The man stepped to the side to let Kakuma in.

Inside the house was quite nice, wood floors and all kinds of cool things. The man motioned for her to follow him into what looked like the living room. She looked around at the mass of paperwork that cover much of the living room. "Er what all this about?" Kakuma asked as the man cleared a spot for her to sit.

"I'll expalin in a sec... would you like some tea?" The man responded, when Kakuma nodded he took off to the kitchen, leaving Kakuma to look around. She picked up one of the pieces of paper and looked at it. It was a map of a region in the desert from what she could figure, she heard the man coming back so she replaced it from where she got it. "Here we go." The man said as he set the tea down. Over the next two hours he explained what he wanted from Kakuma.

One Day later.

Kakuma found herself trudging through the hot sand, heading to where she was required to go. Supposedly there was some kind of tomb in the area she was suppose to investigate, her job was to find a inactive Draguer... or something like that. So she just kept walking, unknowing the little adventure that awaited her.

Those initial instincts that told Morgana to step from her coffin had subsided over the days. In their place, reasoning came. Literal hours of nonstop banging on the door came to an end, and the draugr took a step back and fell against the stone wall. She slid down casually, her back scraping against the wall and her butt hitting the ground. The red glow of her rage died down into a fainter scarlet. The anger originally their became occupied by thought. Her mind ran off, chasing after better memories...

It was sixty-two years ago on a pilgrimage. A young woman with flowing blonde hair stood on the outside of an iron door. The woman did not bring her usual tools and weapons, for her clan forbid her to carry such objects on holy ground. An inscription at the top of the door read, "Sepulcher of the Morgana." In some strange language, the woman uttered a prayer a brushed her hand against the iron surface. There was a latch that would open the door but this too was forbidden on her pilgrimage. With her prayer uttered, however, she turned around and walked off.

Morgana's eyes opened. She remembered the metal latch on the outside of the door. It was the only way out.

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WC: 213/160
PC: 3/10

Kakuma wandered for about a hour, stopping only to eat, when she found a strange ruin. It was quite old and was in very much in a shambles, but she saw signs of recent activity. Kakuma frowned and started looking around the ruins, it was clear that who ever had been here had left in a hurry. she wandered about the ruin looking for anything that might help her find what she was looking for, a drauger or something like that. From what Kakuma understood a Drauger was some sort of zombie. She was confident that no zombie could best her because of her magic, and boldly moved through the ruins until she came upon a door. It was the only locked door she had come across in the entire place. She frowned and examined the door, it had a metal latch which kept the door shut. But what was odd about it was, the door was clearly designed to keep something in, not keep anyone out. Kakuma reached out and open the latch and in turn the door and stepped into the next room.

The iron door creaked and echoed into the large tomb. Tissue gas, dust, and horrendously war air rushed out of the door in the sudden stream of fresh air. The light from the outside penetrated past and lit a small portion of the room, specifically the pedestal where the Arrow of Lazarus once sat. Morgana, who had sat perfectly still for some hours (not even a misplaced muscle), opened her eyes. The glowing redness pulses as she grasped at the idea that the grave robbers had returned to desecrate the tomb. Within the total darkness, the scarlet hue of her eye sockets stood out like lights in a dark abyss.

Blocking the path of the light from the outside, Kakuma Blackflower was made out be a mere silhouette by Morgana. The draugr placed her left hand on the wall and forced herself up from the dusty ground. She rushed forward, her boots clacking against the stone surface, and came to a complete stop before the intruder. Morgana hovered her head next to Kakuma, her eyes locking as she attempted to reach out and grab the intruder by the cloth of her torso.

"Where did take you the arrow?" Her tone bordered on a seething rage, her free fist quivering to strike this intruder and her mouth twisted in an unpleasant frown. The only other noise was the embalming fluid dripping on the ground from the large cut on her chest.

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WC: 239/160
PC: 5/10

Kakuma barely got into the room before some lady, or more to the point something, accosted her about arrow. Kakuma simply blinked at the woman before speaking. "Erm, what are you talking about? I was simply exploring this place." Kakuma looked around the room only to realized that it was a crypt of some sort. "OH COOL! I might be able to find a drawgr here..." Kakuma was completely oblivious that the woman standing in front of her was exactly what she was searching for. "Well anyways what is this place?" Kakuma turned back to the woman, oblivious, again, to the woman's anger. "It looks old." Kakuma wandered past the woman and looking around, soon to have her eye caught by the alter. "OOOO whats this for?" Kakuma's mind ran wild. "HUMAN SCARINESS? DEMON SUMMONING?" Kakuma grinned and walked circles around the alter a few times. Sadly she grew bored quite quickly and returned her attention to the woman, "So? what were you doing in here? not exactly a place for someone like you to just take a nap you know.." Kakuma offered a friendly smile.