Roll for Love.

The Arrival of King Svedaor

We run through the dungeon/old collapsed mine, we reached earlier before I stormed off, got caught by some creepy as hell creatures and- yes. Get saved by the man who pissed me off slightly. He's cute and I cannot stay mad at him for long. Anyway. Because there was 5 of us and only 4 sections I said this.

"Why don't we split up?" I hesitantly ask looking at verece who gives me a thumbs up, "Good Idea Ashentai, Already thinking like one of us. But you're coming with me. Because I can't trust you with Sedin," he smirks at Sedin who changes to look like Verece and puts up his middle finger. "fine. I'm taking her next dungeon though." Sedin says as Verece nods, "Sure." 

I take Verece's arm and walk down the middle left hallway, it was dark, it was cold, it was clammy, and it was surely as heck dry as hell. It felt like the Nishri desert. (For your understanding, the Nishri desert is so dry that there's no wildlife, no animals, no plants, nothing. just. Sand. The odd vulturin shows up when you're almost dead. In other words a harpy thats more into your flesh than your food. Disgusting creatures to be fair. You'll be led in the sand having your last breaths when you find a Vulturin swoop down and start picking off the flesh thats on your stomach like its a full table buffet.) I look at Verece as he smiles reassuringly, we come to an open room with several chests and skulls, I check the tiles on the flooring. "Wait." I say going along the short ledge that wraps itself around the room and I get to the first chest. I try to step on the next ledge and almost step on a trapped tile. I take a deep breath and jump to the next ledge, they were very thin and maintaining balance was hard. I get to the second chest and look at Verece as he nods. I do a handstand on the chest and pick the lock with a lock pick I had in my pocket.

Opening the chest. I get glance of Infernal writing on the wall. "Tiefling. It's infernal, I'm going to read it as best I can to you and I want you to translate."

Verece nods as I begin to read: "𝔇𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔟𝔦 𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔰, 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔬𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔱, 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔢 𝔢𝔱 𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔪 𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔦 𝟒 𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔠𝔞, 𝟏 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔱."

"PERFECT PRONUNCIATION!" He says impressed with me, "It said this: Careful where you step, the moon tiles are traps, stay in the sun and you shall open a chest. Be warned 4 chests are mimics, 1 is real."

I glare at him and then I open the chest. which changes the others into mimicks and they start to jump around me, I get some of the items like gold coins and two rings both similar in look from the chest and then flip off and land on what I assume is a sun tile as the tiles were so worn and broken - not to mention the amount of dust and cobwebs, I jump to the next and then into the arms of Verece who swings me around and kills each mimic with just one spell. We head back to the main room where I see Sedin and Eshin slightly injured, I heal the pair of them and we leave the dungeon with our discoveries. "Your idea was actually really good, we got a lot more for the little people that went into each room. though it was dangerous we each came out with something we're proficient with, what about you though? what did you two get?" Sedin asks as Verece splits 5 gold coins with us from my hands, leaving me with 6 and him with 4, "Why did you leave her with 6?" Sedin questions as Verece smiles, "This young lass has impressed me in multiple ways. She read tiefling to me although not knowing the language. She also was able to parkour around the room without knowing the dangers of it.  We soon hear more screams and run out first to go see the issue. "Orcs? and... Half-Orcs? That's... No..." I run back and announce my findings

"King of Svedaor." Verece growls. "He's been a big issue to us, trying to tempt me into more power, one of his scouts must've seen I was here." 

We walk out and see King Svedaor on a boar he wore a long black trench coat that was torn and ripped at the bottom, he wore no shirt to flex his abs. He also wore torn looking shorts and no shoes. and his hair was rough and oily placed into black dread locks, his eyes were a piercing emerald green. He had a scar over his right eye which was pure white and his skin was a mucus green, covered in scars and cuts and he was a big fella in muscle. His ears were sharp and pointed as were the canines on his jaw, which were large and had a lot chips and cracks in them, quite the menacing and intimidating figure. He carried a battle axe that was twice the size of me. He roared getting the attention of his minions, He looked at us as he pointed.