ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ // Teldryn Sero

o.o.8 // temple

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No One's POV
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Rhea kept her sword at the ready as the trio entered the temple.

"Are you ready to help me now? We should not delay. We should check these rooms for supplies before heading further into the temple. I shall look around. We can proceed when you are ready." Frea hummed, beginning to look around the large entrance. Rhea nodded, turning away to check around.

Teldryn followed Rhea. "There are restless dead about... I suggest we proceed with caution." He muttered, voice laced with an almost anxiety. Rhea looked up to him, nodding.

"I've had my fair share of crypts, believe me. I hate the fucking draugr." She huffed, sorting through a chest and taking out some scrolls. "You've been clingier lately." The Dragonborn hummed, glancing over to Teldryn for a moment. The mercenary rubbed the back of his neck, straightening up.

"I have not been clingy. Excuse me for showing concern after your little pity party." Teldryn scoffed. Rhea grinned, waving it off.

"Clingy wittle baby, huh? Does the merc want a hug?" She teased, swatting at Teldryn's shoulder with the scroll in hand before pocketing it. Teldryn glared beneath his helmet.

"I swear to you, if Miraak doesn't kill you, i will." Teldryn joked, feigning a stern voice.

"I'll hold you to that, Tel." Rhea chuckled, shaking her head. Teldryn nudged her arm as Frea walked back up to them.

"Are you ready yet?" The Skaal questioned, making Rhea roll her eyes under her mask.

"Yes, let's push forward." She said, unsheathing her sword and walking out of the area into the next chamber.

A small staircase led down, multiple footsteps could be heard from below. Teldryn grimaced, pulling out his sword and beginning to walk forward before being abruptly pulled back.

Rhea latched onto Teldryn's shoulder, pulling him back. "Do not step forward." She warned in a whisper, motioning to a pressure plate that the merc had failed to notice. (istg teldryn always steps on the damn plates and blows our cover every time)

Teldryn quickly stepped back and around the pressure plate, nodding to the Dragonborn in thanks.

Rhea crouched down, staying rather low. Teldryn copied.

Frea watched their actions. "We must be careful in these ruins. Traps can be anywhere, and there will likely be many. Miraak was trying to take power here, and protect himself in the process." She warned quietly, stepping around the pressure plate as well.

Teldryn rolled his eyes. "Of course. You could have said this sooner, though." He muttered. Shit, this dude had more sass than Sheogorath and Maven Black-Briar combined.

Rhea sighed, pushing forward wordlessly. Though, of course, two cultists appeared from the staircase. Fuckers come from everywhere, it seemed. Teldryn instantly held up his sword, swinging at one of the cultists as Frea and Rhea took the second.

Rhea stabbed her attacker through the stomach, snatching her sword back and letting Frea finish the man as Rhea herself got a look of Teldryn.

Teldryn, however, was stuck with the Master Cultist. His flames were useless against the cultist's mage ward, so he settled for hand to hand. Teldryn Sero did live up to his title as a practiced swordsman and spellsword, but he hadn't anticipated the cultist's sweep of the leg.

Teldryn flailed, instantly making an attempt to stand up before he was pinned down by the cultist. He growled. "Get off of me, you oaf!"

Rhea tackled the cultist off of Teldryn, pressing her blade to their throat and finishing the job. Teldryn sat up, rubbing his shoulder lightly. "Motherfucker." He muttered bitterly. "Are you alright?" He asked as Rhea stood back up. The Dragonborn nodded.