Rigmor and The Dragonborn opened the 2nd level of Bloodlet mine. Once they were beyond the doors its wasn’t long before another wave of skeevers attacked them with ferocity and vigor. Both Rigmor and The Dragonborn were prepared this time though and the initial attack they sent the attackers through the air to fall either stunned or dead upon the dirt and rock floor of the mine.
The battle as earlier in the lower levels of the mine continued to increase in intensity. The Dragonborn seemed to sense a darkness that was driving these skeevers to their frenzy attack on Rigmor and himself. He thought, “I hope Rigmor has the stamina to sustain this journey, maybe we should have waited another day before attempting to get to Fort Black.” Then another wave flew upon them both and there was only time left to swing their swords and deliver the outcome for these creatures of death.
Once the current threat was dealt with and no other skeevers were attacking them they both paused a moment began to slowly move forward but with weapons still unsheathed and ready if needed. You could hear the labored breathing from both Rigmor and the Dragonborn. Rigmor thought to herself, “I hope we find the way out soon, this is much worse then I ever expected.” She looked over at the Dragonborn, her guardian and thought, “Where would I be without him though? I never seen such skill and art with a sword and shield before.” As they came around a corner the ground under them began to rumble, the dust of the cave walls began to explode around them and then the roar came and they knew a cave troll was almost upon them. It came at them with the same darkness in its eyes, the Dragonborn thought to himself again, “Something is driving these creatures to this.”
Rigmor and the Dragonborn never hesitated with this creature, Trolls of any kind were dangerous creatures, one because of the size and strength, another because of some natural ability to regenerate their health which allowed them to receive a lot more injuries without the need for immediate recovery. But Rigmor and the Dragonborn both knew this and their attack and defense was relentless. With a final flurry of blows, Rigmor and the Dragonborn both came at the troll and it fell to the ground with a thud that sent the dust of the mine floor swirling all around them. At last there was stillness in the long dark of Bloodlet mine.
Rigmor and the Dragonborn stood there with death all around them but Rigmor looking at the Dragonborn had come to realize that he, the Dragonborn would stand against anything to protect her, to keep her safe. In that moment she knew he truly was her guardian angel, her Dragonborn.” They continued on until they came to a place where it looked like the miners had setup for food and rest. There were supplies here too and it was empty of any other life. No skeevers, not trolls, but also no miners.
The Dragonborn thought to himself, “I suspect that there will be no more miners until Rigmor and I reach the outside again. With all those murdered miners in the lower levels, there are likely no others to tell the story of what happened here. No witnesses!” He then noticed Rigmor looking at him with deep concern etched in her face. He turned then and said, “Come on Rigmor, up this way, I think there’s another door into another level of the mine ahead. Hopefully, the last one before we reach the outside.” Rigmor replied, “Okay ‘Guardian Dragonborn’, after you, I’ve got your back.” With that they both continued up through the rising mine.
As they came to the next door, Rigmor spoke, “You smell that, there’s trouble ahead!” The Dragonborn paused but a moment readied his sword and shield. With a determined look set on his face he stepped forward and opened the next door of the mine.
Coming into the next section, which was short and immediately rose up towards another doorway, the mate of the earlier cave troll was upon them. Both Rigmor and the Dragonborn rushed forward with swords swinging and shields bashing.
Rigmor had rushed ahead with her two-handed broadsword swinging down with a deadly arc as the Dragonborn came forward, swung his shield forward and to the left with deadly force. They were now two souls who moved together as one and that combined force could not not be stopped. The troll fell backward with the force of their attack.
The battle with the troll was intense but the Dragonborn could sense that Rigmor was exhausted and so he allowed the thuu’m within his dragon blood to boil as he rushed forward past Rigmor and shouted, “Fus”, meaning force. It’s power pushed forward and the troll flew backward with its impact. The Dragonborn then swung his deadly blade downward delivering the final blow and death to the troll. Rigmor stood there staring at him thinking, “This force within him, this blessing of Akatosh as had been written of in the books of lore she used to read when visiting the Imperial City with her mother. What forces were at play to place this person as her guardian.”
Rigmor and the Dragonborn could both see the sunlight filtering in through the windows in the next doorway. They knew they had at last come to the end of their journey through the long dark of Bloodlet mine. The Dragonborn opened the door and they both stepped outside to whatever waited for them as they continued on to Fort Black.