Gregory
*In the dimly lit cave, Ervana creeps along the damp, mossy walls. Quietly, she clings to the shadows as she slips through the narrow passage.*

"There's an opening up ahead!" *She barely whispers to herself. A draft blowing on her open skin from ahead.*
Dalene
He uses the enchantement on his goggles to allow him to see in the dark, he spots a vein of Ebony below him, "That's a steep fall, doubt my enhancements will survive that." He reaches into his bag, taking out a grappling hook and driving a stake into the ground, hooking the grapple onto it, and rappelling down
Gary
*With a gleaming lantern hanging from his belt, Nothwulf stood at the mouth of a great golden-bronze gate set in a stone brick wall. Clad in ebony plates and wearing his helm, he used his might to force open the doors to the old Dwemer ruin.*

"Let's see where you blind lads are hiding this time."

*He pulled forth an ebony greatsword from his back, and began his descent into the ruins.*
Gregory
*The sound of commotion in front of her, made Ervana drop to the ground, and crawl along the rocky floor of the cave. Suddenly, the floor begins to smooth out and change texture. Ervana looks to see the ground of the cave ebb away into carved stone. The further she crept the more light began to fill her surroundings. The caves walls opening up and unveiling a hidden, underground structure.*
Dalene
He spots the vein of ebony along the cave wall, returning the grapple to his pouch with a quick whip motion, then taking his pickaxe he swings into the stone, piercing right through the stone, part of the wall crumbles, he peers through, spotting a knight clad in ebony, "Peculiar..." He mumbles under his breath, striking through the wall again, making an opening large enough to climb through, picking up a chunk of ebony ore and placing it in his pack, "Awfully fancy attire for someone delving into a cave." He says
Gary
*At first the knight stepped back and rose the large sword in his hands, facing towards the crumbling stone. But after a moment he seemed to relax, lowering the blade and laughing heartily.*

"Ha, I wasn't expecting to meet someone else down here! But aye, it doesn't hurt to be cautious now does it? No need to worry about me- I'm not here for you, I'm here for the Falmer."

*Close to seven feet tall, he was dressed head to toe in ebony plate mail. Over the cuirass he wore a bright red tabard, and his face was hidden by a horned ebony helm with a golden faceplate. While he certainly looked intimidating in both size and equipment, his voice was more welcoming and friendly. For a complete stranger, he had the demeanor of an old friend.*
Gregory
*Ervana peers over the edge of a path above the others in the cave. She stays where she can see and hear them talking but they cannot see nor hear her. Dwarven ruins and cave are dangerous enough but when more than one adventurer is present, it becomes even more deadly.*
Dalene
Behind Ervana something clicks and chatters, like a tiny engine is sputtering moving. Feldros looks around, "Now where'd it run off to..." He mutters, "You see a small brass rat around?" He asks, with a somewhat concerned voice, "I swear it was just behind me..."
Gary
"Hm? What about a brass rat? Hang on... Do you hear something?"

*The ebony-clad knight looked around the open chamber, as if listening intently to whatever noise it was. He focused his gaze on whatever Dwemer apparatuses or pipework he saw. The helmeted head tilted to the side in what looked like confusion, and then he looked around the ceiling of the cavern, and back down again.*

"Strange..."
Gregory
*The sound spooks Ervana and she turns around just in time to see a pack of Dwarven Spiders running towards her! She flies up from her spot, leaping over the spiders, and onto some pipes over the deep cavern.*

"By the Nine!" *She yells, pulling out her Imperial bow and begins firing arrows.*
Dalene
As the spiders approach there's a small explosion of magicka, a tiny brass rat-like automaton rolls forward, with a bit of chittering, its key spinning

He turns, hearing the scream and explosion, "Well there's my Skeevaton." He says with a chuckle, "I'd wager it took out half of those spiders. Odd they're outside of the ruin, wonder why that is."
Gary
"Who's up there! Come on and show yourself!"

*The knight looked up to the source of the sound, calling out in a firm voice to whoever it was that had spoken. Was there a bandit lookout above somehow?*
Gregory
*Ervana stays crouching on the pipe, nervous. Is it safe? Should she reveal herself? No, too dangerous! Silently, she runs along the pipe towards the structure.

Once she reaches the ruin, she hops down and runs inside, hoping to lose the strangers in the maze the ruins were.*
Dalene
"It's no use hiding." He says, slamming his mace into one of the still working spiders, picking up his skeevaton, "All is revealed in the end." He chuckles, "I sound like some sort of evil lich saying that, don't I."
Gary
"Aye, a bit. Seems we'll be getting to know each other further down these ruins. But, for starters, how about names?"

*Reaching a gauntlet-clad hand to one of the horns of the helm, the knight pulled it off, clutching it under his arm and revealing his face. A fair-skinned and blonde-haired Nord through and through with blue eyes and a thick, oily beard. It was a bit ruffled from the helm, but his hair was kept rather short and combed.*

"I'm Nothwulf. Nothwulf Heavy-Hand."
Gregory
*Ervana shuts the heavy doors and backs away, only to hear the sound of steam and cogs moving from behind her.

She turns around as 5 Dwarven Spheres unball and prepare to attack!* "You have got to be kidding me!"
Dalene
"Feldros gro-Redoran." He says, gesturing to move behind him, "Step back, eyes forward." He says, as he mule-kicks the doors open, "My apologies, but my helmet must remain on for now." He says, with his mace and buckler readied for combat