Fortunately, by the time she had things together Alduin seemed to have found something to wear. It wasn’t armor, and the shirt seemed strained across the Dovah’s broad chest, but it would have to do for now. She prompted Alduin forward again, looking around the corners as she guided them back to the entrance. Though the Dragonborn was trying to be stealthy, the man-dragon did not seem to have the slightest understanding of stealth. Honestly, she was glad that they were not on a mission, because she was sure the dragon would have given her away ten times by now.
They were just progressing into the room where she’d taken out the chatty bandits near the fire when there was a clamor at the top of the stairs. She went still, gesturing firmly to the dragon that was just ahead of her, pointedly closer to the stairs than she was. Thank the Divines it seemed at the very least Alduin seemed to have decent hearing, because he too paused at the sound, his red gaze tracking over to her. Unfortunately he was closer, and loaded down with all of their looted supplies. And unarmed. For once she cursed her own caution as the sound of yelling could be heard beyond the door. There was no way a scouting party wouldn’t have noticed all the bodies outside. She’d left none alive, and hadn’t bothered to hide any of the damage.
She couldn’t believe that she was actually wishing that Alduin was still a dragon about now. How she would have loved to just blast through the group and fly off in the resulting confusion. Well, she may not be an actual dragon, but she had the voice of one at least.
“Behind me,” she whispered urgently. The Dovah looked at her blankly before a look of profound insolence spread across his face. Divines aide her. It clearly didn’t sit well with the World Eater to cower behind anyone. But she did have time to negotiate with anyone.
She advanced forward, slipping past the practically immovable dragon, fully intending to have a talk with the stubborn horker when she was done. The dragonborn didn’t like the unsteady balance of the stairs, but it was the only way out of the dungeon, and it was where the enemy was waiting for them. Listening past the irritable grumbles of Alduin behind her, she could hear the bandits shouting, reporting the bodies they’d found. So far they seemed close, but were not headed their direction yet.
A small mercy, but they needed to leave, and fast. The longer they were here the more that would gather, and she didn’t want to risk not eliminating all of them, not when they might try and follow their trail.
It was now or never, and before she could think better of the move, she tossed the door to the dungeon open and shouted fire through the camp. Immediately the bandits scattered, looking about for the source of the blaze that had set several of the tents on fire. There wasn’t any time to waste from there, the Dragonborn had her bow out already and put down the bandit’s archers before they spotted her.
The next was not so clean. One of the bandits spotted her quickly, wielding a great two-handed axe which she just barely dodged before the beast of a weapon cleaved her in two. She ended up rolling across the rocky ground to miss the blow, but sent an arrow up through the bandit’s chin before she came to stand again.
Unfortunately the move had left her just distracted enough that she turned in time to see another bandit with their sword arcing in an inevitable path to her gut. It was a sick feeling knowing even as she moved that she was not going to be fast enough to avoid the blow. She braced for pain and snarl rent the air.
All she saw was a too white hand grabbing the startled attacker by the throat and tossing them towards the flaming tent. The Dragonborn didn’t take time to question her good fortune and had already riddled the last with arrows before surveying the smoldering camp again. It seemed that was the last of them.
With a shaking hand she replaced the bow upon her back, frowning as she brushed off some of the dirt from her inelegant roll. That had been far too close for her liking. They definitely had to leave now.
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F!DB/Human!Alduin, “There Are No Endings” (10a/?)
Date: 2012-09-25 10:47 pm (UTC)They were just progressing into the room where she’d taken out the chatty bandits near the fire when there was a clamor at the top of the stairs. She went still, gesturing firmly to the dragon that was just ahead of her, pointedly closer to the stairs than she was. Thank the Divines it seemed at the very least Alduin seemed to have decent hearing, because he too paused at the sound, his red gaze tracking over to her. Unfortunately he was closer, and loaded down with all of their looted supplies. And unarmed. For once she cursed her own caution as the sound of yelling could be heard beyond the door. There was no way a scouting party wouldn’t have noticed all the bodies outside. She’d left none alive, and hadn’t bothered to hide any of the damage.
She couldn’t believe that she was actually wishing that Alduin was still a dragon about now. How she would have loved to just blast through the group and fly off in the resulting confusion. Well, she may not be an actual dragon, but she had the voice of one at least.
“Behind me,” she whispered urgently. The Dovah looked at her blankly before a look of profound insolence spread across his face. Divines aide her. It clearly didn’t sit well with the World Eater to cower behind anyone. But she did have time to negotiate with anyone.
She advanced forward, slipping past the practically immovable dragon, fully intending to have a talk with the stubborn horker when she was done. The dragonborn didn’t like the unsteady balance of the stairs, but it was the only way out of the dungeon, and it was where the enemy was waiting for them. Listening past the irritable grumbles of Alduin behind her, she could hear the bandits shouting, reporting the bodies they’d found. So far they seemed close, but were not headed their direction yet.
A small mercy, but they needed to leave, and fast. The longer they were here the more that would gather, and she didn’t want to risk not eliminating all of them, not when they might try and follow their trail.
It was now or never, and before she could think better of the move, she tossed the door to the dungeon open and shouted fire through the camp. Immediately the bandits scattered, looking about for the source of the blaze that had set several of the tents on fire. There wasn’t any time to waste from there, the Dragonborn had her bow out already and put down the bandit’s archers before they spotted her.
The next was not so clean. One of the bandits spotted her quickly, wielding a great two-handed axe which she just barely dodged before the beast of a weapon cleaved her in two. She ended up rolling across the rocky ground to miss the blow, but sent an arrow up through the bandit’s chin before she came to stand again.
Unfortunately the move had left her just distracted enough that she turned in time to see another bandit with their sword arcing in an inevitable path to her gut. It was a sick feeling knowing even as she moved that she was not going to be fast enough to avoid the blow. She braced for pain and snarl rent the air.
All she saw was a too white hand grabbing the startled attacker by the throat and tossing them towards the flaming tent. The Dragonborn didn’t take time to question her good fortune and had already riddled the last with arrows before surveying the smoldering camp again. It seemed that was the last of them.
With a shaking hand she replaced the bow upon her back, frowning as she brushed off some of the dirt from her inelegant roll. That had been far too close for her liking. They definitely had to leave now.