A Second Chance

Back in Riverwood Ivy walks into the general store, and sees a man and a woman arguing about something. Ivy approached the counter and immediately the man's stopped his arguing, and focused on the big, pair of tits, covered only a thin strip of purple snake skin, then his eyes scroll up to the woman's flawless face, her full, pouting, luscious lips, then up at Ivy's hypnotic eyes. The woman he was arguing with, also focuses on the new, very beautiful woman, that had a powerful aura of sex appeal, confidence, dominance, but also genuine kindness.

"Oh uh a customer, sorry you had to hear that. The Riverwood Trader is still open, feel free to shop." The man said. Ivy was intrigued about what sort of goods, this trading post had to offer, but she could also sense that there was a problem.

"Having a bit of trouble are you?" Ivy said.

"Yeah, well. The shop was robbed by some bandits, they didn't steal anything except my golden dragon claw." The man said, "other than that. The shop is still open for business."

"I can assist you in getting it back, if you'd like." Ivy said. The man's eyes lit up when he heard those kind words.

"I'd appreciate it. Thank you, I got some coin coming in from my last shipment. It's yours if you get my claw back." The man said.

"So this is your plan?" The woman said, from behind Ivy. Ivy turns and looks at the young woman sitting on a chair, at a small table, with dark hair tied back in a ponytail, and dressed in a yellow dress.

"Yes, so now you don't have to go." The man said.

"Well I think your new helper here, needs a guide." The woman said.

"What, well. Fine, but only to the edge of town!" The man. Ivy keeps her smile on the inside, as she listens to the two argue. Judging by the tone of the argument and how they're acting, Ivy cab tell that they are brother and sister. The woman gets up from her seat, starts heading for the door.

"Carlotta I mean it. Only to the edge of town." The man said. Carlotta rolls her eyes at her brother, and exits the door.

"I'll return shortly with your claw." Ivy said, as she walks out of the store.

Carlotta stops on the porch and points up at a ruin on top of a mountain.

"Those bandits went up to Bleakfalls Barrow. I'll show you the path that leads to there." Carlotta said.

"After you miss." Ivy said. Carlotta smiles at the woman's politeness, and walks on ahead. Ivy walks with Avalon beside her, leading him by the reins, as she walks next to Carlotta.

"Those bandits must be mad, hiding up there. Those old tombs are filled with nothing but traps, trolls and gods know what else." Carlotta said.

"Well bandits aren't exactly a brilliant sort. If they were, they wouldn't be bandits." Ivy said.

"Hahah, I suppose you're right. Forgive me for not asking for your name earlier." Carlotta said, as she looks at the taller woman.

"Ivy Valentine. And your name is Carlotta is it?" Ivy said.

"Yes." Carlotta said, as they make their way up the road, and passed the inn.

"This claw that your brother mentioned. Do you know where he found it?" Ivy said.

"No not really. He just told me that he found it, I suppose he won it while gambling." Carlotta said.

"It's possible." Ivy said. Carlotta looks at Ivy's outfit and asked.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you dress like that?" Ivy looks at the young woman, while they keep walking.

"To be completely honest. The way I see it, women should be able to be who they are. And not have to worry about others think of them." Ivy said.

"Even if they don't think it's proper or lady like to look how a woman wants?" Carlotta said.

"Like I said, don't worry about what other people think. It only matters what you think. There's nothing wrong with being a lady, that means you should be able to show that you're a lady. If you wish to dress in a way that shows that you are in fact a lady, then do it. God made women to be beautiful for a reason, and it wasn't to be held under the oppressive thumb of the male race, or to be objectified by men. Think about it, Carlotta. Women are the reason men exist in the first place. Men can't survive without women. It's said that this is a man's world, but who's world is it really? Who really has the power, who is the stronger sex. If you ask me, I'd say women are." Ivy said.

"Hmm I see what you mean." Carlotta said, as they approached the bridge.

"A man needs to work for what he wants. A woman, all she has to do is smile and doors open for her." Ivy said.

"I guess with an outfit like that, kingdoms will bow to a woman." Carlotta said, with a chuckle.

"If she chooses to, yes. Just like anything else, power can used for good or evil. The way I see, God bless me with the looks that he saw fit. So I'm going to use my power to help those who can't help themselves, and punish those who wish to do harm to the innocent and the weak." Ivy said.

"Which god do you think blessed you. I must say, I think the Goddess Dibella blessed you." Carlotta said, with a smile.

"Who is she?" Ivy said.

"She's the Goddess of beauty and love." Carlotta said.

"Aww I see, so she's like Aphrodite." Ivy said. Carlotta raised an eyebrow at Ivy.

"I'm not familiar with that goddess. I guess you're not from here." Carlotta said.

"No not at all. Where I'm from, there's only one God. It's hard to explain." Ivy said, knowing that she must be confusing the young woman.

"The goddess of beauty and love. Is that a compliment then?" Ivy said, as they stopped at the bridge. Carlotta turns and looks at Ivy.

"Yes, I think you're a very beautiful woman, and not just on the outside." Carlotta said, with a smile. Ivy steps closer to the young woman.

"You're very beautiful yourself Carlotta." Ivy said, as she moves a lock of hair out of Carlotta's eyes, "you can go far in this world, with the beauty your gods blessed you with." She said, as she caresses the side of Carlotta's face with her right hand. Carlotta takes a deep breath, as she feels the raw, sexual power flowing from Ivy and into her young body. Ivy smiles when she hears a soft moan coming from the young woman. Carlotta's mouth open a little, breathing in Ivy's dominant sexual prowess, that is making her nipples harden under her dress, and her young pussy moisten inside her underwear.

"Can you show me how to use my power?" Carlotta said, with a soft moan mixing with her voice.

"Of course, darling. I'll gladly take pleasure in teaching you all that I know." Ivy said, as she touches Carlotta's lips with her thumb, while her fingers caresses the young woman's face. Ivy pulls Carlotta's face up with her hand, and gently presses her lips to Carlotta's. Carlotta whimpers softly as she feels Ivy's power flowing from her lips, and into her body, send her legs quivering and her every nerve tingling. Ivy parts her lips from Carlotta's, leaving the young woman wanting more. Ivy steps back, and puts her foot in the left stirrup, and swings her long leg over Avalon's back, and sits herself in the saddle.

"I must be going, I don't want to keep your brother or the Jarl waiting for too long." Ivy said, as she adjusts the reins in her hand.

"I'll pray for your safety and for a swift return." Carlotta said, with her nipples and body still tingling from Ivy's seductive power.

"Bleakfalls Barrow is just up that path, passed the watch tower, you can't miss it." Carlotta said.

"Thank you for the directions. God be with you, love. I shall return." Ivy said, as she gives Avalon a light kick. Carlotta smiles as she watches Ivy ride.

Ivy keeps Avalon at an easy trot up the path, when she rounds a bend, she is greeted by a growling wolf. The wolf lunges for the horse's neck, Avalon spins around and hits the wild with his rock hard hindquarters, then kicks the wold with his back hooves. Ivy reins Avalon to the right, pulling her sword as the horse quickly turns around. The wolf struggles to get up on its paws, shaking its head from the impact of the horse's hooves. The wolf looks up at the horse, and his sword wielding rider, deciding that the meal wasn't worth the beating, the wolf limps away. Ivy sheaths her sword, and turns Avalon and keeps going up the path.

When she gets up to the snow line, a cold wind whips passed her, sending goosebumps up her exposed skin, and making her nipples harden against the snake skin material. Ivy squints her eyes in the wind, as she makes her way up the snow covered path. She slows Avalon to a walk, when snow starts to whip around her. Ivy stops when she sees the form of a tower through the blizzard. Looking through the falling snow, she sees a man standing by a dead tree, armed with a battle axe, and an archer walking across the small bridge, connecting the tower to the path. Ivy spurs Avalon, cautiously moving forward. Snow begins to collect in her hair, on her shoulders, thighs, and on Avalon's neck and back. When she gets closer, the man draws his axe.

"You better back off, now!" The man said. The archer nocks an arrow and aims at her head. When the snow clears for a second, both of the men, get a better look at the woman's exposed body and beautiful face.

"On second thought, maybe you should come in. After all we would want a pretty thing like you, to get cold." The archer said, as he lowers his bow.

"Aww yes, we'll make sure you're kept warm. All you have to do is keep us satisfied." The man with the axe said.

"I'd rather endure this storm, than deal with your deceased cocks." Ivy said. Both men's perverted smiles left.

"We'll see about that." The man with the axe said, as he approaches the horse. In the blink of an eye, Ivy draws her sword, and whips it up, splitting the man's stomach open. The archer aims his bow, and fires the arrow. As the arrow flies towards her head, Ivy whips her blade around and slices the arrow out of the air, then she brings the whip back and wraps it around the archer's body, with a quick jerk of her hand, she pulls the blade back, shredding the archer's body up, as spins around. Once the blade is pulled from the archer, Ivy whips it forward, impaling the archer's head to the wall of the tower. With a wicked smile, Ivy keeps the blade buried in the man's head, as blood pours down the stone wall, and an eyeball rolls out and bounces off the dead archer's boot. Ivy hears a woman's voice calling from inside the tower, she waits for the woman to come out, with her whip sword hanging down by her side. When the female bandit comes out, Ivy brings her whip blade up and wraps it around the woman's ankles, and tosses the bandit up in the air, and slams her back to the ground, so hard the woman's head bursts inside her iron helmet, and her body breaks inside her armor. As she whirls her sword around, sheathing it, Avalon rears up and drives his front hooves on the wounded bandit's head, squashing it like a meat filled mellon.

"Good boy." Ivy said, as she rubs Avalon's neck, before galloping up the path. When she gets to the top of the path, she stop and looks at a massive ancient structure, built into the mountain.

"Whoever built this, knew what they were doing." Ivy said, as she gued Avalon forward. When she got to the bottom of the steps, she dismounted, and secured the reins to the saddle.

"Go on Avalon, I'll call you when I'm finished." Ivy said. Avalon knickers in response and trots away. She watches her horse as he disappears in the falling snow, knowing he'll be fine, she trained him to survive on his own.

Ivy's gold heels click on each step with a metallic sound, as she makes her way up the steps. When she gets to the top, another bandit charges her with a greatsword. Ivy quickly pulls her sword and blocks the bigger sword, she steps to the side, pushing the enemy blade up, as she spins around and sweeps the man's feet out from under him. She comes back up, thrusting the whip up and stabbing an archer through the top of the head. Ivy quickly extracts the blade, whirling the blade above her head, and whipping it towards another archer, the blade extends 40 feet, as she whips back and forth, slicing off the archer's arms, she finishes with one hard swing, spinning around to put some momentum into the blade, bringing it around, fire forms on the blade, as it whips around and chops the archer in half. As the severed body fall of the stone platform, with its wounds smoldering from the burning blade. The bandit that she tripped, gets to his feet, just as Ivy grabs him by his hide armor, and slams her knee into his crotch. He groans in pain, as she brings his face up.

"Is this the best Skyrim has to offer me." Ivy said, as she glares into the nord's eyes.

"You bandits think you're tough when you're attacking women and children, but against another warrior. You're nothing but pathetic weaklings." Ivy said, before she leans down and drives a high kick to his chin, launching him up into the air, and with a flick of her snake sword, she slices him from his groin to his head, the two sections of the bandit's body split apart, and roll down the steps. Ivy smiles as she basks in the glory of her power. As her whip forms back into a solid blade, she puts it away. With the cold starting to take effect on her nearly exposed body, she runs for the door. Using her strong legs, she pushes the big, heavy door open and runs inside. As the wind pushes against the door bringing in snow with it, Ivy pushes the door closed. A shiver runs through her body, as she brushes snow off her body and out of her hair. Ivy turns as a dark skinned man swings an iron sword, Ivy grabs the man's sword hand, and the back of his head and slams his face against the door, and with hard stomp to his knee, she breaks his leg in two. Ivy spots a female archer, coming up with her bow string drawn back with an arrow ready to fire. Ivy ducks as the arrow flies over her shoulder, she grabs the wounded man's sword and throws it at the archer. The archer screams as the sword sticks her through the chest. Ivy looks at the wounded man, with a growl she rips out his throat with her razor sharp gauntlet fingers. Ivy leaves the dead man and his dying archer behind, as she moves towards what looks like the glow of a camp fire.

"Yes, thank you Lord. I needed this." Ivy said, with a smile as she makes her way to the fire. Ivy kneels down next to the fire, sighing in relief as she warms up her hand. Enjoying the heat on her face, drying off her wet skin and replacing warmth back into her cold body. Ivy stands up and turns around to warm up her backside. Moaning in relief as the fire warms up her wet, cold ass cheeks. When the fire gets too hot, she turns around and that's when she sees the food and drinks, the bandits brought with them. Ivy hasn't eaten a thing since she arrived in Skyrim, and the sight of the food makes her stomach growl. She kneels down and picks up a piece of bread and cheese, seeing a few bottles of mead and a tankard. Ivy grabs a bottle and pops the cork off, she brings it to her nose and smells it. The sweet rich honey and alcohol smell tickles her senses. Ivy reaches for a tankard and pours the mead into the metal cup, and sets it by the fire. Ivy tears off a piece of bread and eats it, followed by a bite of cheese. As hungry as she is, she doesn't care about manners, who's going to see her anyway, as she chows down on the bread and cheese, like a hungry lumberjack. When she swallows the last bite, Ivy burps and laughs a little at her temporary moment of gluttony. When the mead is steaming Ivy takes the tankard away from the fire. Holding the hot cup with her gauntlet hand, she blows on the hot liquid. Once she thinks the mead is cool enough, she takes a sip.

"Aww yes that's much better." Ivy said, as she feels the warm mead moving down, spreading its warmth through her body. Ivy sits down on the fur bedroll that was lying by the fire, she leans back on her elbow. Relaxing as she drinks her hot mead. The thought of lying on the bedroll for the rest of the day, was very tempting but she's on a mission. Even with a need growing in her loins from not having her personal needs tended to since she left London, she knows there's more important matters at stake. So for now she must put her needs aside, and continue until the quest is done. Ivy finished the last of the mead, and with her body temperature restored, and her hair and body dry, she sits up and sets the empty tankard down. Ivy gets to her feet, and starts walking towards the entrance of a corridor. She stops when she sees a wooden chest on the floor. Ivy breaks the lock with her sword, and opens it. Inside the chest, she finds mostly stuff she has no use for, like used armor, and cheap weapons, but she does find 20 gold coins.

"Oh, why the bloody hell not." Ivy said, as she grabs the coins and stuffs them in the top of her boot. Ivy stands up and looks down the corridor, not knowing what might be lurking in inside, she pulls her sword and keeps it ready, as she makes her way down the ancient steps. When she gets further inside the corridor, dust falls from the ceiling and on her head and shoulders. Ivy fans the dust away with her hand, she coughs a little bit.

"Nothing wrong with a bit of dirt." Ivy said, as she looks down the corridor, moves on. She cuts through some cob webs, and keeps going. When the corridor darkens she ignites the flames on her sword, and uses it like a torch to light her path. Going through the ancient, dusty, corridor with centuries of roots grown through the walls and ceilings.

"I wonder how old this place is. I'm going to have to collect some literature on the history of Skyrim." Ivy said, as she makes her way through the corridor.

Ivy gets to the end of the corridor, where she sees a man in a room, holding a torch. Ivy cautiously approaches the man. When he hears her heels on the floor, he spins around and sees the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen, wearing the most revealing outfit ever walking towards him. Ivy moves closer to the man, stopping a few feet from him. The man stands there with a dazed look on his face.

"Do you mind not staring, it's awfully rude." Ivy said.

"You wouldn't be dressed like that, if you didn't want me to stare." The man said.

"I don't mind it when men stare at me. I just don't want the likes of you staring at me." Ivy said. Ivy looks passed the man's face, at the heavy iron locked gate, behind him.

"I guess you haven't figured out how to open the gate." Ivy said, as she moves around the man.

"Wait you're looking for the treasure too. Ha, shouldn't you be on your back in some whore house somewhere?" The man said. Ivy hears what he said, and hits him in the jaw with the back of her hand.

"Nobody speaks to me that way!" Ivy said. The man looks back at her, and draws his sword. Ivy narrows her eyes on the man, waiting for him to make his move. The man yells as he swings his sword, sparks flash as Ivy blocks the blade with her gauntlet, she runs her sword up through the man's side, blood spews from his mouth and splashes on her face, neck and tits. Ivy bores through the man's eyes with her's, as she turns the blade inside his body.

"I don't care if it's a king, a jarl, or a sniveling little rodent like yourself. Nobody speaks to me like that." Ivy said, as twists the sword around inside the man's guts. Ivy yanks the sword out, as blood pours out on the floor, she spins and kicks him in the head, hard enough to break his neck. As angry as she is, she is no mood to deal with puzzle doors. Ivy whips her blade around the iron bars, and heats up the flames on it, to the point the bars start glowing. When she sees molten iron starting to drip off, she pulls with all her strength, growling as her muscles strain, and with a series of metallic pops, the bars break, one more pull and they give way and clank when they hit the floor. Ivy puts her sword away, and heads through the broken iron gate, as steam flows off the the remaining section of bars. Ivy finds a few more coins in a chest and a couple burial urns, and tucks them in her boots. She walks down an old, rickety spiral stairway. At the bottom she's met by a few skeevers. As they jump up to bite her, she cuts them to ribbons with her whip sword.

"My word, what huge rodents. What next, giant spiders." Ivy said to herself. She looks down another corridor, that's filled with spider webs. Walking around an old table, she figures was used for burial purposes, judging by the tools and linen wraps she saw. As she makes her way down the corridor, she hears the sound of a man calling for help. Ivy starts moving faster, wondering if one of the villagers was trapped in the tomb. She comes to a doorway blocked by a wall of thick wedding. Ivy's sword slices through the wed, like a scalpel cutting paper. When she gets inside, she sees a man bound up in webbing on the other side.

"Hey help me out of this, before it comes back!" The man said. Ivy steps into the big, open room with spider webs all over the walls, ceilings and floor, with the decaying shriveled up bodies of animals and people bound in the thick silk. Ivy coughs and nearly vomits from the foul stench of rotting flesh, in the air. Ivy sees a big shadow moving in a hole in the ceiling, her eyes widen when she sees the biggest spider she's ever seen, coming down from the hole, on a strand of webbing from its giant abdomen.

"Ha, well nothing can surprise me now." Ivy said, with a smirk as the looks at the spider. With the speed of a cat, Ivy ducks as the spider spits a big glob of green venom at her. As the venom hits the wall behind her, Ivy's sword shoots towards the ceiling, and jams into the stone. The sword quickly pulls her up and over the spider, as the blade releases from the ceiling, she does a flip, her heels spark on the stone floor as she lands with cat like grace behind the spider. Ivy turns around and thrusts her whip through the spider's abdomen, the blade catches fire as it comes out through the spider's venom drooling mouth. Ivy flicks her sword, pulls the blade up through the spider's back, smoke and flames erupt from the spider's sliced open body as the blade whips out, and quickly goes back to its natural form.

"Sweet Mara's blessing! Now that's how you kill a frostbite spider. Can you cut me down from here?" The man said.

"Sure thing, just as soon as you hand the claw over." Ivy said, as she approached the bound elf.

"Does it look like I can move!? You have to cut me down first." He said, as he tries pulling against the strong webbing.

"Fine. Don't move I wouldn't want to cut off anything important." Ivy said, with a sarcastic grin. With a few flicks of her sword, she slices through the wed. The elf drops to his feet, then turns and runs into the corridor.

"Like I'm giving you the claw. That treasure is mine!" The elf said, as he ran away. Ivy growls and chases after him. As she gets closer she jumps, grabbing his head she tackles him to the ground. His head bounces off the floor, as she rolls up to her feet, with her sword drawn. Ivy steps on the elf's back, digging her heel into his spine. She's about to speak when she hears a growl behind her. Ivy looks over her shoulder, and sees a dried up corpse shuffling out of its resting place.

"Blood hell." Ivy said, as brings her whip up and cuts off the dragur's head. Hearing more growls and groans, Ivy takes her foot off the elf, and stands her ground. Ivy sees two more mummies moving out of their graves. The elf screams as the mummies start moving towards them. In his panicked state of mind, blindly runs right into a mummy. The corpse snarls and brings its old axe, down on the elf's head, splitting it open. The elf's body spasms and drops the golden claw, out his satchel and on the floor. Ivy watches with caution, as the two mummies gather on the dead elf, using their dead fingers to pry apart his skull. All the years of battling malfested, gave Ivy a strong stomach, as she watches the mummies scoop out the elf's brains and shovel them into their mouths. One of the mummies looks at Ivy and snarls, with blood and brains falling out of its toothless mouth, it starts shuffling towards her. Ivy's eyes move down as she sees a wrinkled erection growing out from under its rusty armor.

"Never going to happen beast." Ivy said, as she brings her flaming whip up, and splits the mummy in half. The other mummy drops the elf's body, and looks at Ivy, its own erection coming out. Ivy brings her flaming whip up and whirls it over her head, and flicks it at the mummy's head. The blade stabs through its skull, she holds it there, letting the mummy's dried flesh catch fire. The mummy bursts into flames, as she pulls the whip out, and let's it for now into a blade again.

Ivy keeps her sword in hand, as she moves to collect the claw. Looking at the elf, she says.

"I hope you find a more peaceful place, than this." Ivy said, as she stands up and leaves the mummies to burn up on the floor. Ivy steps over a trap and continues down a set of steps. Where she meets three more mummies, the one closest to her, she cuts in half. The other two, she thrusts her whip into the floor, the flaming end comes up between a mummy's legs, and stabs it up through the crotch and out through its head. The second mummy shuffles over to her, she ducks as it swings it sword for her head and kicks it in the chin, her heel hooks into its dried flesh and snaps the head off, as her leg swings around and lands solid on the floor. Ivy pulls her whip out of the mummy's crotch and out of the floor.

"I don't understand why people fear the undead. Unless they're vampires, the undead are fairly easy to kill." Ivy said to herself, as she looks back and forth at the dead undead.

Ivy continues on, coming up to a set of axes swinging back and forth from the ceiling. Timing the swing of the axes, she leaps across narrowly missing being chopped in two, as tucks and rolls on the other side. Ivy gets to her feet, and starts walking down some more steps. She comes to a turn in the corridor, and sees a dragur waking up in its grave. Before the mummy could step out, Ivy kicks the corpse in the head, stabbing it through the skull with her heel. When she hears more undead snarls, Ivy takes her heel out of the corpse's head, letting it fall to the floor behind her, as she flings her whip down the hall, waiting for the mummies to walk onto her trap. Ivy's sword bursts into flames, and sends three dragurs' bones scattering, when she whips the blade up and back, as it forms into a solid blade, Ivy moves forward. Stepping over the scattered bones and sizzling skin.

Ivy makes her way through the corridor, the undead seemingly powerless to stop her, as she cuts, kicks, slices and whips her way through them.

With gold stelleto heels clicking on the floor, Ivy finally enters a long room, that doesn't have any dragurs. Ivy puts her sword away, and rubs her the back of her neck.

"Hopefully I'm nearing the end of this bloody place." Ivy said, before she continued. Ivy hasn't slept since she arrived in Skyrim, and she was feeling the effects on her tired body. Ivy was also feeling dirty from having dust from the tomb and its undead residents, covering nearly every inch of her body. Ivy could feel the dust and grime inside her outfit, and making the snake skin material feel rough and uncomfortable, as she moves towards her goal. Ivy comes to a solid stone door, she approaches the door and examines it for a minute. Ivy brings up the claw and looks at it, then at the mechanism on the door.

"I see what this is for now. The claw is a key." Ivy said. She examines the claw, turning it over, Ivy sees three small circles on the back of the claw. Ivy looks at the circles on the door and says.

"A combination lock, I guess these undead were clever at one time." Ivy said. She matches the circles on the door, with the ones on the claw, then she fits the claw into the lock, and turns it. Ivy steps back as the mechanisms on the door start turning, dust falls from the seams as the door begins to open. When the door finally slides into the floor. She steps into a small cave, that opens up into a much larger cave. Ivy stops and looks around at the huge, open cavern, with a waterfall falling from the ceiling, slashing on the rock bottom and flowing through a narrow cut in the rocks, and under a narrow bridge of rock and dirt.

When Ivy walks across the bridge, she begins to hear nordic style chanting and the sound of war drums, that get louder when she approaches an odd looking rock wall. As Ivy steps closer to the wall, blue waves of power begin flowing from the wall, and into her body. Ivy moves closer, feeling her every nerve tingling as she gets closer. Ivy can't help but moan, as the streams of power, cause her nipples to rise, stretching the snake skin material as they push against her outfit, her nethers begin to quiver. When she gets closer, the streams of power, rush into her body. Ivy closes her eyes and puts her head back, moaning as the power flows through her body, stimulating her every nerve. When her body absorbs all the power, Ivy takes a deep breath, she breathes out with a soft moan. Ivy opens her eyes, and looks at the wall, wondering what just happened to her.

"Oh my, that felt absolutely marvelous, too bad it didn't last for very long." Ivy said, sounding a little disappointed that it only teased her senses and didn't continue. The moment is interrupted when Ivy hears a sound behind her. Ivy spins around and looks at a sarcophagus, as its stone lid popped off.

"The undead. Such a rude and inconsiderate lot." Ivy said, with a smirk as she reaches for her sword. As the corpse climbs out of the stone coffin, Ivy whips her blade forward and impales the dragur's chest, and throws the corpse up into the, and with a flick of her sword, she sends the mummy flying across the cave, and smashing againstthe solid rock wall. Ivy puts her sword away, and walks over to the sarcophagus. Where she finds the Dragonstone the Jarl sent her after.

"Aww yes finally." Ivy said, as she picks up the stone, "now I can finally leave this place, and wash off this filth off me." Ivy said.

Ivy walks up one last set of steps, and opens the door with a switch on the wall. When Ivy reaches the outside, she sees that night time had come while she was in the tomb. Ivy takes a deep breath, enjoying the smell and taste of clean mountain air, after walking through a dank, stuffy, dusty tomb for hours. Ivy jumps off the ledge she was on, and lands with both feet on the the ground. She whistles loud and waits for a few minutes. Ivy smiles when she hears the familiar and friendly sound of Avalon neighing and galloping through the brush. Ivy is overjoyed to see her trusty steep, coming out of the forest, and running towards her. Avalon knickers when he gets a whiff of Ivy's grime covered body.

"I know. I smell like a walking corpse. Don't rub it in." Ivy said to Avalon, as she walks around and swings herself up into the saddle. Ivy looks over at the lake, that sits about a mile from the where she is.

"Uhh, God I feel absolutely filthy." Ivy said, as she kicks Avalon into a walk, riding towards the lake.

"I can't wait to get this off and wash up. We'll set up camp by the lake, is that fine with you Avalon." Ivy said. Avalon responds by moving his head up and down.

"Good, I'm glad we're in agreement together." Ivy said, as pats Avalon on the shoulder.

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That was probably the longest chapter I've done so far, I you all like it. Next one is coming soon. Let me know what you want to see in the next chapter and the many more to come. Thanks for reading.