“There's five of them,” Vilkas snapped. “Two on watch near the steps, two more down in the gully there and I think there's another by the actual entrance. Probably more inside, and they're all human, most likely Nord. On a night like this, I imagine bandits would all be inside with just one on watch, which means probably Stormcloaks. But what does it matter, they're either your enemies or dangerous brigands. Let's just get out there and put the bastards down.”
“How can you possibly tell,” Elisif whispered, staring back out at the darkness of the ruins. Vilkas just shrugged and Elisif wondered if he was a werewolf as well. Could be, she doubted Aela and Skjor had been the only ones. Shrugging, she reached for her bow. If there were only five of them, then the odds weren't too bad. Good thing her aim had improved recently... and that one of them had wandered off, probably to relieve himself. Taking aim, she loosed the bow just as he turned his back, facing a nearby tree. The arrow smacked into his back and he sank to the ground without a sound. Cicero would have been proud. Elisif really wasn't, but she didn't want to die either. Not yet. Not until she faced Ulfric again.
“That definitely wasn't honourable,” Vilkas snapped. “Don't know who you've recruited into these Blades of yours, but some of them are clearly a bad influence.”
Elisif would have argued the point, but having recruited Cicero to them, she had no leg to stand on.
“All right then, let's do this your way,” she sighed. “Victory or Sovngarde and all that.”
“It will be victory,” Vilkas growled, unsheathing his sword, grim determination on his face as he broke cover, Farkas close behind him. Next to Elisif, Ria was drawing her sword and raising her shield.
“Finally!” she laughed. “Been dreaming of this for weeks! Come on, Elisif, let's kill some Stormcloaks.”
She did look an awful lot like Cicero when her bloodlust was up. Elisif just hoped that was as far as it went, the last thing she needed was two psychopaths in her party. Still, Ria had been cooped up in a Stormcloak prison for weeks, small wonder she wanted revenge.
Drawing her own swords, she ran across the already bloodstained snow after Ria. Whatever was hidden here that Ulfric wanted so badly, she'd find it first.
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There had indeed been more Stormcloaks inside, and there'd been a lot of shouting and fussing as the four of them had torn into the Stormcloak ranks.
Their steel weapons had barely grazed Elisif's Blades armour, and her swords had barely stopped moving, dishing out blood and pain as she attacked.
“For Ulfric!” one had shouted as he'd come running towards her, and that had been it. Elisif's rational mind had switched off and her Dovah side had woken up, enraged at someone thinking that murdering traitor was worth following.
“Death to the Stormcloaks!” she'd cried, flinging herself into battle without a second thought. “Fall before the true High Queen!” And they had. Throughout Korvanjund they'd fallen, Farkas and Vilkas powering in first and engaging the tougher opponents, then her and Ria rushing in to tackle the rest.
They'd found a puzzle door deeper in the ruins, already unsealed, and that worried Elisif. It meant the Stormcloaks were further ahead than Elisif had thought. Oh gods, what if they got there first and got out before Elisif could catch them? They'd find their dead comrades and know there was trouble, they'd go straight back to Ulfric. She had to find them before that happened.
Dead Draugr and dead Stormcloaks, and a few live ones left on guard duty who fell easily before the Companion-Dragonborn onslaught, and finally Elisif emerged into a large chamber, with a Word Wall barely visible at the far end and nearer were two giant stone coffins and a Draugr's body on the throne between them. But what concerned Elisif more were the two figures leaning over it, two Nords, a man and a woman, the man in Stormcloak uniform and the woman in the bearskin gear of a Stormcloak leader.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 22.7
“How can you possibly tell,” Elisif whispered, staring back out at the darkness of the ruins. Vilkas just shrugged and Elisif wondered if he was a werewolf as well. Could be, she doubted Aela and Skjor had been the only ones. Shrugging, she reached for her bow. If there were only five of them, then the odds weren't too bad. Good thing her aim had improved recently... and that one of them had wandered off, probably to relieve himself. Taking aim, she loosed the bow just as he turned his back, facing a nearby tree. The arrow smacked into his back and he sank to the ground without a sound. Cicero would have been proud. Elisif really wasn't, but she didn't want to die either. Not yet. Not until she faced Ulfric again.
“That definitely wasn't honourable,” Vilkas snapped. “Don't know who you've recruited into these Blades of yours, but some of them are clearly a bad influence.”
Elisif would have argued the point, but having recruited Cicero to them, she had no leg to stand on.
“All right then, let's do this your way,” she sighed. “Victory or Sovngarde and all that.”
“It will be victory,” Vilkas growled, unsheathing his sword, grim determination on his face as he broke cover, Farkas close behind him. Next to Elisif, Ria was drawing her sword and raising her shield.
“Finally!” she laughed. “Been dreaming of this for weeks! Come on, Elisif, let's kill some Stormcloaks.”
She did look an awful lot like Cicero when her bloodlust was up. Elisif just hoped that was as far as it went, the last thing she needed was two psychopaths in her party. Still, Ria had been cooped up in a Stormcloak prison for weeks, small wonder she wanted revenge.
Drawing her own swords, she ran across the already bloodstained snow after Ria. Whatever was hidden here that Ulfric wanted so badly, she'd find it first.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There had indeed been more Stormcloaks inside, and there'd been a lot of shouting and fussing as the four of them had torn into the Stormcloak ranks.
Their steel weapons had barely grazed Elisif's Blades armour, and her swords had barely stopped moving, dishing out blood and pain as she attacked.
“For Ulfric!” one had shouted as he'd come running towards her, and that had been it. Elisif's rational mind had switched off and her Dovah side had woken up, enraged at someone thinking that murdering traitor was worth following.
“Death to the Stormcloaks!” she'd cried, flinging herself into battle without a second thought. “Fall before the true High Queen!” And they had. Throughout Korvanjund they'd fallen, Farkas and Vilkas powering in first and engaging the tougher opponents, then her and Ria rushing in to tackle the rest.
They'd found a puzzle door deeper in the ruins, already unsealed, and that worried Elisif. It meant the Stormcloaks were further ahead than Elisif had thought. Oh gods, what if they got there first and got out before Elisif could catch them? They'd find their dead comrades and know there was trouble, they'd go straight back to Ulfric. She had to find them before that happened.
Dead Draugr and dead Stormcloaks, and a few live ones left on guard duty who fell easily before the Companion-Dragonborn onslaught, and finally Elisif emerged into a large chamber, with a Word Wall barely visible at the far end and nearer were two giant stone coffins and a Draugr's body on the throne between them. But what concerned Elisif more were the two figures leaning over it, two Nords, a man and a woman, the man in Stormcloak uniform and the woman in the bearskin gear of a Stormcloak leader.