Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150320000159/@comment-5583506-20150330234543

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Sibern didn't like this one bit. Not only could he hear that there was someone else inside the Derelict with him, but also that the sound of his own creaking almost made his stalker's footsteps inaudible. If he kept moving like this, it would be impossible for him to determine from where his observer would attack, if he now was to do such a drastic move.

Sibern chose to kill the light in his lantern and crouched in the shadows, keeping absolutely still. The only vague sources of light were the beams of the moon coming from the windows, otherwise it was so dark that Sibern could barely make out his own hand in front of him.

He breathed slowly through his nose and anticipated that his follower would soon want to find out what had become of the Investigator.

There he heard it... Footsteps... Steady, but silent... Approaching the hall he was hiding in. Sibern remained still, held his breath and observed. Within the shadows a figure emerged.

The Nord's forehead was bathing in cold sweat. What was he doing? If the possibility that the killer was of supernatural origin was true, what hopes could he possibly have to overcome such a threat?

There was little time to lose however. The killer was right in front of him, all he needed to do was to...

One single misstep. He was exposed. The floorboards had given away his position with their infernal creaking. The dark shape within the grand hall shifted its gaze to him and came at him so smoothly and so swiftly that it was more likely to be a shadow than a physical being. But a physical being it was nonetheless. He had barely the time to react and pull his short sword before he felt a stab in his abdomen.

''Didn't hit any vital organs though... Perhaps I spooked him as well as he spooked me?''

Sibern collapsed to the floor with a loud grunt, blood gushing out the stab wound in his belly. The dark shape leaned over him like a cruel reaper of souls, awaiting to swallow him whole. A shiv glimmered in its hand.

That's a surgical tool, he reflected. So Audiana was right...

But just before the dark shape prepared for the final, deadly blow, Sibern screamed out for full throat: "GERALT! KAY! IN HERE!"

The dark shape flinched and darted back straight into the shadows of the inner hall. There was a faint sound of wood scraping against stone, before it turned eerily quiet once more.

''A physical being after all. Just what are we dealing with here? ''thought the Investigator and pressed his hand to the wound pumping with blood.