The Mad God Rises [MelissaB]

[pornomancer]

Name: Salria Velaoro
Gender: Female
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Kinks: BDSM, gangbang, futadom, futa, lots of cum, cum marking, cum baths, public sex, degrading dirty talk, whips, chains, pet play. body mods.
Backstory:

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Salria is a member of the mages guild as well as the fighters guild, after escaping prison and earning her freedom from that cell on the fateful night she works to train and practice with brutal unflinching efficiency so she'll never end back up in one. She became the listener of the dark brotherhood after a fateful meeting with one of the hand and on her journey killed and killed for the dark mother, eager to serve and please and spill the blood of those that had earned them someone's ire. She has been called in public the hero of kavach but she doesn't care for the title, she happened upon the city when she fought her way through obilivion eager for it's treasure and otherworldly rewards, she had closed a few gates here and there and had enchanting a few of her items, namely her dark sword that steels the blood of those it cuts and invigorates herself with their demise.

For an invasion, the dremora were doing it badly. Kvatch must have been especially unfortunate or incredibly defenseless, because the dremora were stupidly useless in their attacks. Raiding parties of a dozen to several dozen dremora were not enough to breach town defenses, so the dremora just pillaged a few farms then went back. Maybe the Mythic Dawn had come to an arrangement with the dremora and stopped them from conducting a full scale invasion, but as far as Saria was concerned it just meant a steady supply of exotic loot available for the taking.

After looting a particularly weakly defended gate near Bravil, Saria espied the tail end of a dremora column streaming away, likely the bulk of the forces that should have defended the gate but decided against it. The column ignored the legionaries and battlemages taking potshots at them from a distance, so focused on the new target. The land started to change, slowly but visibly
Eventually they arrived at a strange structure, obviously another gate.... but not an oblivion gate. A house of mouths, screaming blue light with eyes dancing in giggling anticipation, it looked like a doorway to madness.
A doorway the dremora were attacking. Churls and caitiffs smashed swords into the structure and blasted magic at it to no avail, and paid no attention to Saria as she executed dremora after dremora from the rear. Only the last dremora, a kynval mage, turned to face her as he realized his men were all dead around him. He accepted his fate with no protest, only a dire warning: 'The mad god must be chained, or all shall be consumed.'

Standing in a field of dremora corpses and a single strange gate before her, Saria could see that there was new potential for riches here. Such great potential indeed...

[MelissaB]

Standing in the field she raises a brow at the kynval mage's warning as she watches him fall to the ground headless. "The Mad God hm?" She intones sultrily while her eyes scan the dead dremora with a tilt of her head, blood dripping from her sword before she glances around at the mad god's gate staring at it her lips slowly curling into a smile. "Well now." She chuckles and shakes her head before making sure to take a look around to make sure she isn't being only watched before she steps through the gate, eager to see what treasures and rewards await her for braving the mad god's domain a cold chuckle emitting from her throat as she leaves behind the world to face a new one.

[pornomancer]

Entering an oblivion gate should lead one to an alien land, totally unfamiliar to normal inhabitents of nirn. The deadlands of Mehrunes Dagon were still dry lands of howling wastes broken up by forboding towers, while Coldharbour was discomfort made real.

This, however, was just a tea party.

Salria finds herself in a single blank room, a white void stretching to infinity in all directions. A single table with sweetrolls and tea and snakcs is neatly laid out, with two seats. At one end is a dour looking bald older gentleman, sighing and motioning towards a seat opposite from him.

'I heard the commotion outside, and now its stopped. I suppose you think I should thank you for that, but I was never at risk. The Shivering Isles are impossible for any other to enter, such is the will of Lord Sheogorath.

But his will is as mercurial as his dress sense, and now he grants a boon. Mortals of Nirn are invited to stand with Lord Sheogorath as the change approaches the Shivering Isles. The worthy shall have great power and riches unimaginable bestowed upon them, gifts unparalleled in awesomeness. Does this interest you, or did you just wanter in out of curiosity.'

[MelissaB]

Seeing the table she raises a brow and shakes her head at the ridiculous nature of what she was seeing. Looking at him she nods a little before taking a seat once it's offered. She nods, listening to the man speak acknowledging the fact that she was dealing with someone quite powerful. After he had made it clear he had finished speaking at least for now she clears her throat. "It does interest me yes though I am curious what prompted the gateway to be opened for anyone to wander inside but then I could question the Mad one's will for eternity." She chuckles softly before nodding. "Speak more of this boon."

[pornomancer]

The bald man looks visibly irritated when Salria asks about the boon. 'Did I not just describe it? Lord Sheogorath offers the chance to earn his favor and be rewarded with riches and powers unimaginable. And in case you're thick in the head, unimaginable means they cannot be described. Lord Sheogorath wishes to let each and every inhabitant have the chance to prove their worth to come in, but Lord Sheogoraths generosity has seen many dozens of mortals try already. I personally think you all have no place here and should all just let the grey-'

Then he disappears. Salria is still in the chair, with no change in the environment, when another man appears in the bald mans place. This new man was... strange. Short, hair and beard waxed into exotic shapes, Tattoos moving on the bare patches of skin on his face, faces within faces within faces, screams and smiles on each different expression. A dress sense that was a cross between a nobleman, a clown and a beggar. Eyes that were whirlpools of blue chaos, strange sparkles within. All on a face that was taut with tension, ready to explode unpredictably.....

Salria was in the presence of the Mad God.

'Sorry, sorry, so sorry!' Lord Sheogorath exclaimed, running over to Salria and bowing down and licking her feet. 'Haskill is rude, so rude, our guest my guests are my boon my realm for me!' he cries. 'Salria Salria Salria, everyone can come in, if you serve and if you survive, I'll reward you, reward you with that beyond your imagination.'

With a flash, the white void is replaced with a black emptiness, and Salrias body is bound. A ball gag in her mouth, eyes unable to see anything at all, arms bound to a chair, Salria is totally helpless. 'I see you, I see your desires, that deep down that you think of but never act on, that which is so far from what you are that it feels like it is not who you are,' cackles Lord Sheogoraths voice, coming from inside your head. 'Is that true? Is this what you never wanted? Is this what you always wanted? I won't know, I won't say, I don't care. My boon is yours to dictate for yourself, and I don't care if you're honest with yourself or not!'

Another flash, and Salria is back at the tea table. 'That is the unimaginable, that beyond your ken,' drawls Haskill, back in his spot after Lord Sheogorath had replaced him. In his hands is a piece set of strange rocks, transparent and yellow, pulsing with potential. 'So much more awaits you here in the isles, my dear. All you have to do is say yes.... then enter New Sheoth. The Fringe is all that stands between you and your first taste of riches.....make your decision.'

[MelissaB]

Hearing his tone Salria frowns and grits her teeth before he is suddenly gone mid sentence. Blinking she stares at the figure before her, taking him all in before realization dawns upon her, she's taken back a little and sits up a little straighter before he bursts from his chair to apologize gulping she can do nothing but stare and accept anything he did less she anger the Mad God in his own realm. Seeing him lick her feet though had her facial expression go blank, trying to acknowledge the fact a literal god was licking her feet like a serving boy begging for forgiveness. "It's quite fine quite-" She muffles squeals as she finds herself in the dark with a gag in her mouth, cutting her own sentence short.

She's drooling over her chin and her eyes are scanning the blackness for the mad one, trying to find him before she can feel his voice as well as hear it. Gulping she pants as she takes a moment to look over her body, tied to the chair and trapped, looking so vulnerable and delicate as she struggles with her bonds before she is once again back at the tea party, her eyes wide as she rubs her arms and legs, as if making sure she was safe and unbound. Hearing Haskill she gulps and looks at her arms before parting her lips to speak. "Yes." She states with a hiss, showing she was eager for more and greater rewards.

[pornomancer]

Haskills mouth moves, though calling it a smile would be a stretch. Amused dour resignation might be the best way to describe his facial expression. 'This is either the smartest or the stupidest decision you will ever make. This amber ore is given to you, a first taste of the bounty and riches that await you here.'

Salria can feel the strange power of the yellow rock as Haskill approaches her. It looks light yet strong, flexible yet able to hold an edge. And it seemed.... empty. Like it was waiting to be imbued with power. Different from Salrias own weapon, which was imbued with power on top of it at great expense, the amber seemed naturally ready to accept powerful enhancements.

Not that Salria could inquire on the details. The moment the amber was dropped into her hands, the white void started imploding. A dizzying series of explosions punched reality into the room, building up her surroundings piece by piece until Salria found herself on a small hill at the edge of a strange land... no longer in Cyrodil.

And wearing utterly strange clothes. 'This is one of your hidden!' giggles Lord Sheogoraths voice inside her head. Salria realized that her armor and undergarments have been replaced with.... with what can only be described as metal lingerie, fit only for a whore playing at being a fighter. 'This is what you look like, and what you always are! Here in my realm, we see you for who you always will be, and the tricky thing about desire is that once its fulfilled we need something else to go above it! If you don't like this, then find your own new garments my dear!'

Not that Salria had time to examine her situation much. A strange creature, reminiscent of an orc but stunted and bloated at the belly, emerged from a pool at the base of the hill and espied Salria. He roared in anger and charged up the hill, brandishing a club... as well as a rapidly growing erection!

[MelissaB]

Looking at her surroundings she blinks, taking it all in if this wasn't the Mad God's realm then it was a close second. every action the world took around her takes her twice the time just to comprehend it's existence before Sheogorath is in her head, explaining her new clothing. "Okay you really need to stop assuming... correctly assuming what I like." She grumbles mostly to herself before spotting the creature down below. Glaring she draws her sword and readies a spell eager to throw her magic at the creature while it charges at her, settling one ice magic for now and throwing a bolt or two in it's direction to stop it in it's tracks before it could reach her, the new metal chains forming her 'clothing' feeling odd and cumbersome to her and didn't wish to test them out in battle right away until she was used to them.

[pornomancer]

Roll: 13

As the creature charged up the hill, club waving and erect cock flopping, Salria readied herself. When he was in range, Salrias frost bolts strike home on the creature - grummites, so eager to breed with my Mazken and Aureals, even more amusing to see my ladies struggle! - slowing the creature down significantly to the point of total inefficacy.

Inefficient, but not incapacitated. The creature still had emough forward momentum to stumble up and crash i to Salria, bowling her over. Salria was unhurt, but she felt the grummites cock rubbing over her exposed flesh... sending shivers of arousal up her spine. The grummite was flailing slowly on top of Salria, rubbing his damp body all along Salrias flesh, trivially exposed and easy to slice open with the life stealing swors...

The grummites have no females so they need SOME way to incentivize lovely ladies to their whims! Go ahead,
spill his blood, lets see what new secrets you learn about yourself!

[MelissaB]

Salria grins smirking at the way she was hindering the beast right until it crashed into her, robbing her of her smug expression as they went rolling around together, groaning she looks about trying to gather her bearings before seeing it rub against her making her grunt and hiss, grabbing her sword she hears the voice of Sheo, glaring at him in her mind before she thrusts the sword up into the grummite eager to spill it's blood, she'd learn nothing about herself here only that she was good at spilling blood and enjoyed doing so.

[pornomancer]

It felt good.

Killing something felt good to Salria, that came as no surprise. Plunging the blade deep into the exposed flank of the grummite gave Salria an evil thrill, the sight of the pathetic creature gasping and whimpering as his lifeforce drained from him letting Salria feel so good.

Too good, in fact

With a sickening groan, Salria realized that her cunt started throbbing needfully, a sexual itch burning to be filled. Salria felt an urgent need overcome her, the need to fuck desperately. To make things worse, the grummite ejaculated onto her flesh as he expired, splattering her exposed thighs with burning hot cum. Salrias body was already afire from this strange lust enveloping her, the cum coating her thighs was just a desperate sexual fire that flared out of nowhere.

And this is what you enjoy, nothing new! I'm just connecting so many things you enjoy with what is natural for you! Well, the grummites setting your flesh afire with lust is a natural to them, not something I did just to you.... or did I? Does their cum actually do anything at all, or is it all your own mind? Oh what fun fun fun fun FUN we shall have together!

[MelissaB]

Groaning beneath the beast splattered with cum and blood from the dead grummite she casually tosses and rolls it off of her, freeing herself from beneath it as she lay there, panting and moaning as her body's desire built and burned within her mind making her twitch and writhe about on the floor. "Ah fuck, what have you-" She stops mid sentence to scream in pleasure and frustration she needed something to scratch this maddening itch the Mad God have given her. "Get out of my head!" She cries in vain whimpering and slamming her fists into the dirt trying to vent and force her body to calm itself down as she is left twisting and whining with need.

She spends several minutes like this wondering if she'd go insane from the experience before she drags herself stumbling to her feet, her hand clenching her sword tightly. groaning she looks around while her hands are busy wiping herself clean, using a leaf from a nearby plant to clean herself up as best as she can before she proceeds onwards, heading deeper into the realm, every step reminding her of the burning need, she new her fingers would never satisfy and instead of fruitlessly attempting it only to make herself even more frustrated and aroused pressed on, maybe she would find a whore in this place, anything was possible but she had a land to conquer and it's riches to take for herself.

[pornomancer]

Cleaning up the blood from the grummite does nothing to dull the edge of fiery lust consuming Salrias body, but at least cleaning up the cum removed the heightened sensitivity from that spot. Something maddeningly close to an orgasm rippled through her body when Salria cleaned up the cum, but it didn't provide any relief. It was incredibly frustrating to be aroused by the cum lingering on her skin, but even more so to be denied an orgasm after being stimulated while cleaning it off.

Pressing on, Salria managed to retain enough mental faculty to walk through the path before her. The land was verdant with unfamiliar life, strange flora and fauna, and a few scattered corpses. A small pond lay at the bottom of the hill, within which were floating several dead grummites and one adventurer in destroyed armor. One more grummite peeked his head from the pond, then disappeared into a cave visible below the pool. A cursory glance showed that the adventurer was wearing the remains of steel armor in the Bravil pattern, with a shattered sword embossed with the Blackwood Company pommel. Likely another adventurer like Salria herself, using whichever equipment they could come across. The only odd thing was that the adventurer had no pants, and his cock was sheathed in a metal cage, preventing him from ever having an erection. It seemed like the Mad Gods predilections favored one particular direction...

A pair of men were dragging the corpses out of the pond, stacking them in a neat pile onto a cart. 'Nice of the outsiders to solve our grummite problem for us,' said the redguard man with the ridiculous pompadour. 'Lets us start getting some meat for the necromancer to build!'

'Meat meat meat!' yipped the dark elf man, kicking one of the grummites. 'Necromancer needs bones too, bones for flesh to stand and money to earn!'

Stacking up the grummites, the redguard grunts and examines them with a critical eye. 'Grummite bones are fishy and light, so useless for Relmyna, my dear Felas. But the rest of the adventurers, now their bones shall make fine frames for Relmyna to build!'

Felas spits at that. 'Foreign filthy festering fools! The gatekeeper shall make fast work of them, mark my words dear Shelden. But until Relmyna helps Jared-Ice-Veins kill her flawed child, Relmynas wares shall stay here in the Fringe, leaving us to eat nothing but air and grass!'

Their curious conversation was broken by a scream of abject terror, causing all parties to turn towards the source. A nord woman was running down a stone staircase just beyond the pond, clothed head to toe in black leather with only a small opening for her mouth and nose. Blind as she was, she stumbled quickly down the stairs and tripped down, landing with a sickening crunch and snapping her neck.

Both the men looked at her then shrugged. 'The gatekeeper is done with her crew, I guess,' muttered Shelden. 'That was the biggest group yet. Seven?'

Felas nodded in agreement before turning to Salria. 'Perhaps Lord Sheogorath has grown bored of crowd after crowd dying for his amusement. Perhaps you would use your charms instead of your arms. Or would you train to instead use your brain?'

[MelissaB]

The strangeness of her environment still had her twisting and turning she felt so strange so alive here but she was currently pinning that on the unending arousal she felt over her body, the denied orgasm and the festering desire to fuck endlessly until it went away for good. Looking over the grummites and the dead she listens to the conversation her brain failing to follow it clearly still there was something about it, someone was hiring people to fetch bodies for coin, though what passed for currency in this place was anyone's guess. Still she figured that the people here hated outsiders, maybe the fact outsiders weren't insane held trouble with them or that outsiders came to plunder and earn rewards.

Still her reverie was broken by the nord woman, watching her run down the steps utterly blind and covered head to toe in leather, far too restrictive to be useful for fighting. Watching her fall and die like that had her just staring, it was odd to see death so calmly happen, it was almost peaceful in how it occurred before she moves passed towards the village proper the words of the men ringing in her ears, if seven couldn't defeat this gatekeeper with arms she would need another way and right now she only had one thing on her mind but she'd wait, try to get a grip of where she was before attempting something so likely fatal. heading past the dead nord woman she offers a prayer before heading onwards, up the steps towards this gatekeeper, eager to see what it actually was, was it a man, a woman a hulking monster she had no idea and wouldn't until she saw what she'd be up against.

[pornomancer]

Salria stumbles past the two men, ignoring them entirely. 'How rude of her,' scoffs Shelden the redguard. 'Maybe she didn't see you?'

The voice of Felas is tinged with disappointment and resignation. 'Perhaps Lord Sheogorath replaced her eyes and ears with lettuce and pickles, but we can't see it ourselves for our own madness. Are you still a ham?'

The odd musings of the two men are nothing but whispers in the wind to Salria. She stumbled up the stairs, vision tinged with a hazy fog of lust permeating her vision. Groping her way up the stairs, she sees that the stairs fork into two paths, one going upwards to where the nord woman fell from, the other going downwards to a ramshackle collection of hovels. Fixed on her task, Salria went upwards to where the nord woman came from, where strange noises started emanating.

Going up the stairs, Salria saw a terrifying spectacle for herself. On a large paved clearing, five men lay freshly dead on the ground, their body parts smashed or scattered all across the place. In the middle of the clearing was a giant creature stitched together from misshapen piles of flesh and body parts, looking like a giant male atronach but made of flesh and not elements. This twelve foot tall monstrousity was fucking a tiny five foot bosmer woman hard, one massive hand encircling her tiny waist with no problem. The tiny woman was wailing in ecstasy and terror as she was impaled on the gatekeepers throbbing cock, each thrust causing spurt after spurt of girlcum to spurt out of her tiny packed from and stain the ground with proof of her arousal.

But that sight was nothing compared to what surrounded the clearing. Around the perimeter of the clearing were other corpses, dozens of piles of bodies and body parts. And worst of all, suspended on elaborate rope harnesses above a few of the piles were naked women in varying states of pregnancy, suspended above the piles of body parts. As Salria watched half in terror and half in arousal, one of the women, a dark elf like herself, started giving birth. A shuddering moan of ecstasy emanated from her helplessly bound form as a deformed.... creature..... pushed its way out of her vagina, dropping onto the pile of body parts and splattering across the pile.

'That atronach should start growing soon,' said Sheldens voice from behind Salria. At least she thought it was Sheldens, the fog of lust was still clouding her brain. 'Relmyna would come over tonight to collect it and feed it more bones and flesh.'

'Only once she stops crying,' comments Felas. 'The gatekeeper is her wayward child, a poor replacement for his elder brother that Relmyna put down out of pity. Her sadness hurts her own children, so her tears are their terror.'

Those words sound important to Salria, but she can't really focus. The gatekeeper has finished cumming inside the bosmer girl, pumping her full of spunk and bloating her tiny stomach. Extricating her from his cock, the bosmer girls cunt releases a flood of cum onto the ground, a puddle that the gatekeeper ignores. He brings the bosmer over to an unoccupied harness and ties her up above it, then turning around and fixing Salria with an eyeless stare. Cock erect and ready for action, the gatekeeper rumbles forward, intent on seizing Salria for himself.

'Our time to leave, is she coming with us?' comments Shelden as his voice starts to fade away behind Salria. 'Jayred says he has a new idea to slay this gatekeeper, maybe his new tale will be amusing.'

[MelissaB]

Salria shrugged at their comments, she had been called worse she was more surprised they hadn't mistaken her for a whore, a well armed whore but she looked like one none the less. Glancing around she steps into the clearing, her eyes glancing over the figure of the flesh atronach. Staring at it she couldn't take her eyes off it as he raped the elven woman, stuffing her fuller than she had any right to be and she already felt weak in the knees at the idea her purplih haze of lust dimming her senses before she finally looks up to see the others, her eyes taking in the gruesome and troublesome sight before her, the women, the nord girl was probably lucky now that she has seen what she has run away from. Gulping she looks around before hearing the two come up behind her. Gasping back she nods a little as they speak about the gatekeeper and it's maker. She'd question further but unfortunately the creature was done with the wood elf and turned it's attention on her. Shaking her head she quips quickly. "Fucking nope!" She hisses urgently and nods. motioning to follow the two to this Jayred and find out what his plan was and then maybe go after it's mother for answers but now she needed to get clear of this place before she ended up like the others that hung in bindings above it ready and waiting to give birth.

[pornomancer]

Escape roll: 14

Salria stumbles behind Felas and Shelden as they walked down the stairs, the red fog of lust causing her brain to throb. The gatekeeper lumbered towards Salria for a while before giving up and returning back to his private collection. As Salria followed the two men to the town below, the ecstatic screams of a dark elf woman being forced into orgasm after orgasm rang loudly in her ears.

The promise of licentious pleasures was a siren song to Salrias ears, but she still managed to control herself and enter the town. Though town was a generous term. It was a collection of ramshackle hovels, piles of stale food and caved in roofing material stacked up haphazardly. As Salria followed Shelden and Felas, she passed by an alley between two houses where a conversation piqued her interest.

'I just need her hankerchief,' hissed the angry voice of a nord man. 'Her tears will kill the gatekeeper!'

A young woman squeaked defiantly in response. 'No, Mistress Relmynas wardrobe is beyond the storage room with all the new atronachs! If they catch me, they'll have their way with me and then pass me to Mistress, where she'll instruct me to compensate them for their efforts by servicing them for a week! You're a hunter, just make arrows from the old gatekeepers bones in the Garden!'

'There are a dozen shambles there, and the moment the skinned hounds sense me I'll be attacked! I need someone to keep the hounds off my back while I forage for the bones!'

[MelissaB]

Entering what passed as a town in this place she shivers, shaking her head as she hears the various conversations, tears, bones many people needed help and a lot of them had answers to what she wanted which was the death of that gatekeeper so she could proceed onwards beyond the gates and towards greater treasures, as well as avoid a fate of hanging up there with the others. Shaking her head her mind still a little cloudy at the pleasurable haze that fogged her mind Salria looks around, stepping away from the two insane denizens of this place. and moved towards the young woman and the nord, stepping into their conversation with a hiss. "You two, you spoke of tears killing and defeating that beast? I want passed it and I don't intend to just try the same tactic as the others of dying or ending up hanging from rope and chains." She hisses at them waiting to hear more, all she needed was the location she could handle the locks and moving around unseen. "I just need to know what I am looking for and where it is so i can grab it." She comments in a murderous tone that brook no argument.

[pornomancer]

Both the nord man and the breton woman briefly look at Salria, then look back at each other. 'Another mad one from the portalseeking to go past the gatekeeper, it seems.' quips the man.

The woman sniffs. 'Jayred, it is unbecoming of us to call them mad ones. If they are mad, then what are we?'

Jayred nods sagely in response. 'We are not mad, Nanette. No one would ever say celery cannot talk to purple.'

Both of them nod sagely, as if that answered a great question. If Salrias lust was not fogging up her mind so badly, she'd have stabbed both these gibbering fools int heir head. Instead, she stood there panting desperately as the both of them continued jabbering on about vegetables.

Finally, just as Salrias knees threatened to give out from her all consuming lust, Nanette turned to her. 'Madam Ralmyna keeps all her hankerchiefs in a drawer within her chambers deep within the laboratory.' Nanette motions to a particularly foreboding hovel, a ramshackle building with caved in roofs spewing red smoke from various chimneys in the bright afternoon sun. 'Through the main door, Madams chambers lay beyond the workshop with the new atronachs. At the back, one can try going along the forests and entering through a tree next to her chambers window. Finally, her bathroom empties directly into the grummite pond.'

'Why did you tell her that?' asks Jayred.

'Tell her what? Purple sound effort butterfly coasters.'

[MelissaB]

Salria stares and stares, she feels her mind turning to mush as she listens to the two prattle on, making her whine and whimper with need until she is finally given mercy, the idea of being there at their mercy, to stand and wait until they were done with such tripe made her blood boil and her heart pound in her chest, she knew the mad god was enjoying her torment if he cared to look and watch. Groaning as she's finally given directions she nods a little before glancing about, grummite pond but... no ew so not doing that. She thought to herself before looking around, she moved around leaving the two to continue their pointless discussion before she too headed towards the pointed out building.

Readying herself she moves around and tries to sneak her way into the building and trying to find her way inside without altering those within or those that might be looking out at the building, if this went well she'd see about those bones that man spoke of earlier when she was wandering about.