Sapphire had been raised on tales of Sovngarde, but farmers weren't warriors and both her parents had known Sovngarde wasn't for them. Wasn't for her either – not now anyway. Evergloam was her destination and Sapphire found she preferred it that way.
“I'd think less on my afterlife and more on your own if I were you, Mercer!” Sapphire snapped, advancing with sword in one hand, dagger in the other. “Nocturnal demands your blood!”
“Nocturnal doesn't care about me or you, or anything to do with the Guild!” Mercer snapped. “The Nightingales are over, Sapphire, those days are gone. Accept the truth, Sapphire, there's no honour to what we do. We're thieves!”
“We are thieves,” Sapphire breathed, all her old training coming back to her. “And you are a murderer. But I – I am Death Incarnate!” She swung her blade, Mercer only just managing to block. He staggered back, cursed and raised his hand, some sort of spell at the ready. Sapphire readied herself to power through, but the spell wasn't cast on her, it was cast on the pipes. Dwemer metal cracked, the whole room shook and then water from Lake Yorgrim started pouring in.
“Mercer, you'll kill us all!” Karliah cried, horrified, but Sapphire didn't care. All she cared about was vengeance, and she chased after Mercer, who was dodging and weaving like any Dark Brother. This was going to be a tough fight, but it was only when he turned invisible she realised just how formidable he actually was. Water was pouring into the cave, and Sapphire had to find him, had to.
Of course, all the water also made it that bit easier. All she had to do was follow the drips and the ripples.
Dwemer blade met Nightingale craftsmanship and while his Guild armour was tough, so was Nightingale gear. Mercer was strong, but she was a good two decades younger and while he was experienced, so was she. In the end, youth and speed won out as she broke his guard and shoved the Nightingale Blade into his gut, impaling her former Guildmaster. He looked up, shocked to see someone finally best him but also a little impressed.
“Glover was right,” he gasped, spitting blood. “You are special.” He closed his eyes in pain as Sapphire kicked him in the stomach and wrenched her blade out, irrationally furious that he even dared to bring her old mentor Glover Mallory into this.
“Get your excuses ready, Mercer,” Sapphire snarled. “Nocturnal's waiting for them.” Sapphire sank the blade expertly between his ribs and Mercer breathed his last.
“Shadows take me...” he gasped, and then he was gone. Sapphire, never the sentimental type, cleaned her sword off on his armour before going through his pockets. With Mercer dead, Brynjolf was free and he and Karliah were making their way over.
“Where's the Key,” Karliah gasped and Sapphire dug it out – a black and green monstrosity but still recognisably a key for all that. Alongside it were about 500 septims in coin, lots of jewels and best of all, the twin Eyes of the Falmer. The legends hadn't lied, they were the size of new babies and only just fit in Sapphire and Brynjolf's packs.
“Let's get out of here,” Brynjolf said tersely. Easier said than done. The water was already half filling the room, and the doors proved blocked.
“What do we do,” Sapphire whispered, fighting a rising wave of panic. Not like this, she didn't want to drown, even if she was a thief rather than a true Nord warrior, she'd rather die fighting.
“Up the stairs, let's get to the higher ground,” Karliah said, leading the way. Sapphire and Brynjolf followed, but it was no use. There was no way out and the water was rising fast. Once behind the Snow Elf's head, there was nowhere left to run.
“We're going to die,” Brynjolf whispered, voice oddly flat for someone normally so optimistic. “After all that, we're going to die here.”
“But we avenged the Guild,” Sapphire said, feeling her heart break at the thought of it ending like this. “We got the treasure! We can't just die!”
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 18.2
Date: 2013-12-21 06:22 pm (UTC)“I'd think less on my afterlife and more on your own if I were you, Mercer!” Sapphire snapped, advancing with sword in one hand, dagger in the other. “Nocturnal demands your blood!”
“Nocturnal doesn't care about me or you, or anything to do with the Guild!” Mercer snapped. “The Nightingales are over, Sapphire, those days are gone. Accept the truth, Sapphire, there's no honour to what we do. We're thieves!”
“We are thieves,” Sapphire breathed, all her old training coming back to her. “And you are a murderer. But I – I am Death Incarnate!” She swung her blade, Mercer only just managing to block. He staggered back, cursed and raised his hand, some sort of spell at the ready. Sapphire readied herself to power through, but the spell wasn't cast on her, it was cast on the pipes. Dwemer metal cracked, the whole room shook and then water from Lake Yorgrim started pouring in.
“Mercer, you'll kill us all!” Karliah cried, horrified, but Sapphire didn't care. All she cared about was vengeance, and she chased after Mercer, who was dodging and weaving like any Dark Brother. This was going to be a tough fight, but it was only when he turned invisible she realised just how formidable he actually was. Water was pouring into the cave, and Sapphire had to find him, had to.
Of course, all the water also made it that bit easier. All she had to do was follow the drips and the ripples.
Dwemer blade met Nightingale craftsmanship and while his Guild armour was tough, so was Nightingale gear. Mercer was strong, but she was a good two decades younger and while he was experienced, so was she. In the end, youth and speed won out as she broke his guard and shoved the Nightingale Blade into his gut, impaling her former Guildmaster. He looked up, shocked to see someone finally best him but also a little impressed.
“Glover was right,” he gasped, spitting blood. “You are special.” He closed his eyes in pain as Sapphire kicked him in the stomach and wrenched her blade out, irrationally furious that he even dared to bring her old mentor Glover Mallory into this.
“Get your excuses ready, Mercer,” Sapphire snarled. “Nocturnal's waiting for them.” Sapphire sank the blade expertly between his ribs and Mercer breathed his last.
“Shadows take me...” he gasped, and then he was gone. Sapphire, never the sentimental type, cleaned her sword off on his armour before going through his pockets. With Mercer dead, Brynjolf was free and he and Karliah were making their way over.
“Where's the Key,” Karliah gasped and Sapphire dug it out – a black and green monstrosity but still recognisably a key for all that. Alongside it were about 500 septims in coin, lots of jewels and best of all, the twin Eyes of the Falmer. The legends hadn't lied, they were the size of new babies and only just fit in Sapphire and Brynjolf's packs.
“Let's get out of here,” Brynjolf said tersely. Easier said than done. The water was already half filling the room, and the doors proved blocked.
“What do we do,” Sapphire whispered, fighting a rising wave of panic. Not like this, she didn't want to drown, even if she was a thief rather than a true Nord warrior, she'd rather die fighting.
“Up the stairs, let's get to the higher ground,” Karliah said, leading the way. Sapphire and Brynjolf followed, but it was no use. There was no way out and the water was rising fast. Once behind the Snow Elf's head, there was nowhere left to run.
“We're going to die,” Brynjolf whispered, voice oddly flat for someone normally so optimistic. “After all that, we're going to die here.”
“But we avenged the Guild,” Sapphire said, feeling her heart break at the thought of it ending like this. “We got the treasure! We can't just die!”