After Lydia and I sought out Klimmek, we returned him his satchel. It was the late evening now, and all of Ivarstead was in a tense edginess. Surprisingly, there was a couple more wailing noises from the barrow last night, and the guards were all on alert. It reminded me about Wilhelm's request for us to check out the ruins, but I was so tired after the hike back down that all I wanted to do was rest.
"Ooooohhhhhoooohh!!"
Obviously, the ghosts had other ideas. Lydia, I was surprised, had a sword that had an enchantment for scaring ghosts and other low-level undead. Before long we had gotten to a large, crumbling hallway, with shelves cut from the stone, and made with masonry, for the laying of bodies of the long-dead.
When we reached the end, lo and behold, there WAS a ghost! At least he looked the part, but I was SURE there was something... off about him, and he seemed completely unaffected by the enchantment on Lydia's sword. He was simply standing behind a portcullis gate, glaring at us.
"Leave! Leave! Leave!" It was all he said, then he calmly walked off as if we were nothing important.
Ghost or not, I was very determined figure out what was going on, at least if only to make sure that I could sleep. The other side opposite of the portcullis revealed a set of four levers. Now, proficient as I was in my Alteration magic, my Detect Dead, and Detect Life spells were also refined enough to detect the recent passage of them, the dead or living. I expected the ghost to have used the levers before we came down, but when I tried that spell, I only saw the bodies of the actually dead, not the ghost, or his "passed-by" essence.
"Strange..." I commented, then tried my Detect Life spell. Lydia and I both showed up just fine. And another, along with the echoes of life essence.
"A-ha..." I grinned. "Whoever they are, they're not a ghost, it's someone living, tricking us somehow. I can also see what levers he pulled."
After I did so, the portcullis raised back up. Then we crept through a short tunnel, and as we rounded the corner, Lydia suddenly lunged in with her sword, then shield bashed him for good measure. As he bled out on the floor, I dashed in.
"Lydia!" I yelled. "Don't do that! What if he had a powerful spell charged and ready?! Or a bow with a poisoned arrow?!"
"I... I'm sorry my Lady, I felt the best way to defeat him was to take him by surprise."
"Well, that was effective here, and he's dead, while we're not, so it is something. Let's look through his things, see what he was doing here."
In a few minutes, we found a journal in a rucksack. He wrote about how he was some adventurer named Wyndelius, looking for this place's treasure, and was using some of kind of potion to make himself look like a ghost, to keep others from prying, from the sound of it. Ha. It seemed like an amusing prank, though from the later entries, it seemed that something in the potions was also causing the fool to go insane. He was starting to think he actually WAS a ghost of one of the ancient dead that were buried here.
I picked up one of the potions he had left, and his journal.
"Well," I commented, "I guess that this settles the whole thing of what was 'haunting' the barrow. We go take this stuff back up to Wilhelm, get our reward, or..."
Lydia rolled her eyes.
"I take it you have a better idea?"
"Why Lydia, I'm shocked, flabbergasted, nay, utterly... and COMPLETELY... pleased to hear you it up that way. Yes, of course I do! See, that Wilhelm fellow is absolutely convinced that this place is haunted, so although he's half expecting us back, he's also half expecting us to be dead, right?"
"Right..." Lydia frowned, she clearly didn't follow.
"So why not let him think we're dead?"
"What?!"
"Yes!" I insisted "At least for the night. I almost felt 'dead' tired from hiking until this fool," I kicked the elf's body "goes and wakes us. So let's just go to sleep here, or... even BETTER..."
"Oh... oh... oh... yes, yes, yes!" Lydia was gasping with pleasure on the dead elf's bedroll. We had already moved his body into the crumbling hall first. "Oh my Thane!! Oh harder please!! I've never... ohhhhh... met someone like... ahhhhhhh... ohhhh THANE!!"
My enchanted toy had her cumming for the third time, as we ground against each other. I began to pause, slowing down in my rhythm, while Lydia continued suckling my argonian milk. After I was sure that she would not be so dazed with pleasure, I asked her how she felt, about having wild, passionate, lustful sex on the slightly-bloodstained bedroll of a man that we had just killed, and while in some thousand-or-so-year-old ruin where the ancient dead of her people were laid to rest.
"How do you feel about it, Lydia?"
She paused to respond.
