They'd taken him to a central area and kicked him to the floor at the feet of an arrogant looking bastard who he assumed was in charge. "Linwe, we found this in the tunnels." One of them said. He didn't have to sound so smug about it. Chagrined, Niruin lifted his head to look this Linwe in the face. Then he lifted it some more. Tall bastard Altmer. Sometimes he felt they grew so tall on purpose just to ache his neck. "Ah." Linwe said. "And why would you be creeping about here, little archer?" Less of the little, if you please, Niruin thought. And then he thought, shit, think of something. "I was looking for mushrooms. I'm an alchemist, you see." They started laughing. All of them. He didn't blame them- he could have done better. Should have done better. Stupid Brynjolf sending him on this stupid mission- he was probably going to die down here, because of those idiots at the guild. He was not best pleased about this. Linwe leant forward. "Have you got a satchel?" He laughed. Then stopped laughing. "No, really though, that's not going to work. The thieves guild armour rather gives you away." "It's cheaper to steal ingredients than pay for them?" "And shooting at my men?" Niruin thought of saying that elves ears were important in alchemy, but no. That was actually rather a sore point with him, he didn't expect the Altmer would be any different. "He didn't look like the sharing type." More laughter. Maybe he could just joke his way out of this, stranger things had happened. He could do with a bit of luck, was surely owed some the way things had been going lately... "Do you want us to kill him, Linwe?" A voice from behind him said. Maybe not then. "No, you know that we do not kill." The way he said it sounded like it was a point of honour. A good sign, a very good sign. "We will teach him a lesson, and send him on his way." Niruin fought to hide a smile. It wouldn't be his first beating, and with a few potions it wouldn't take him long to heal up afterwards. The mer behind him hauled him up by his arms, and Linwe reached forward to grab him by the jaw. "You've got quite a clever mouth. I wonder, can it do more than just talk?" A spike of denial shot through Niruin brains, but before it had time to flourish the Altmer had presses a cruel mouth to his own. He tried to angle his head away but was gripped firmly by Linwe's hand on his jaw. When Linwe pulled away Niruin felt the shock in the muscles of his own face- a weakness he didn't like showing one bit. "Now listen-" "No, you listen." Linwe pulled Niruin's face closer to his own with his vice-like fingers. "If you struggle, this will only be worse for you. And if you bite, then by the eight I will shove my sword up your arsehole!" He drew the sword to make his point. Niriun gulped. Daedric. Those spikes would bloody hurt. More than a healing potions worth of damage too. "Understood?" He nodded as best he could against the hand holding his face in place. "Good." With a nod the hands holding him up released him, and Linwe stepped back, letting go of his jaw. It was good to have his face back. Linwe spoke again. "Hadn't you better get on your knees?" A snicker from the group behind him. Niruin got down, but couldn't hold back the look of dismay when Linwe got his cock out, already stiffening as the Altmer stroked it leisurely. "What's wrong, I thought Bosmer liked eating meat?" Racist bastards, Niruin thought, with a scowl. He'd thought the Nords were bad. He looked behind him. "You want an audience then?" He asked, hoping half heartedly that Linwe would send them away before he had to humiliate himself. Of course, some people liked that sort of thing. They all laughed, again. He was starting to hate the sound of laughter. Stifling his mirth, Linwe spoke again. "You could say that. Although, I do believe in audience participation." Niruin's shoulders sagged. This was the worst job he had ever been on by a long shot. What he wouldn't give to shoot Linwe and his merry bunch of laughing Bosmer-raping thieves in their faces with an arrow. Then who'd be laughing. Linwe's voice took on a sterner tone. "Enough talk. Open wide. And make it good. Remember the alternative."
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Re: Summerset Surprise 2/5
Date: 2012-11-15 05:03 am (UTC)"Linwe, we found this in the tunnels." One of them said. He didn't have to sound so smug about it. Chagrined, Niruin lifted his head to look this Linwe in the face. Then he lifted it some more. Tall bastard Altmer. Sometimes he felt they grew so tall on purpose just to ache his neck.
"Ah." Linwe said. "And why would you be creeping about here, little archer?" Less of the little, if you please, Niruin thought. And then he thought, shit, think of something.
"I was looking for mushrooms. I'm an alchemist, you see."
They started laughing. All of them. He didn't blame them- he could have done better. Should have done better. Stupid Brynjolf sending him on this stupid mission- he was probably going to die down here, because of those idiots at the guild. He was not best pleased about this. Linwe leant forward.
"Have you got a satchel?" He laughed. Then stopped laughing. "No, really though, that's not going to work. The thieves guild armour rather gives you away."
"It's cheaper to steal ingredients than pay for them?"
"And shooting at my men?"
Niruin thought of saying that elves ears were important in alchemy, but no. That was actually rather a sore point with him, he didn't expect the Altmer would be any different.
"He didn't look like the sharing type."
More laughter. Maybe he could just joke his way out of this, stranger things had happened. He could do with a bit of luck, was surely owed some the way things had been going lately...
"Do you want us to kill him, Linwe?" A voice from behind him said. Maybe not then.
"No, you know that we do not kill." The way he said it sounded like it was a point of honour. A good sign, a very good sign. "We will teach him a lesson, and send him on his way." Niruin fought to hide a smile. It wouldn't be his first beating, and with a few potions it wouldn't take him long to heal up afterwards. The mer behind him hauled him up by his arms, and Linwe reached forward to grab him by the jaw. "You've got quite a clever mouth. I wonder, can it do more than just talk?"
A spike of denial shot through Niruin brains, but before it had time to flourish the Altmer had presses a cruel mouth to his own. He tried to angle his head away but was gripped firmly by Linwe's hand on his jaw. When Linwe pulled away Niruin felt the shock in the muscles of his own face- a weakness he didn't like showing one bit.
"Now listen-"
"No, you listen." Linwe pulled Niruin's face closer to his own with his vice-like fingers. "If you struggle, this will only be worse for you. And if you bite, then by the eight I will shove my sword up your arsehole!" He drew the sword to make his point. Niriun gulped. Daedric. Those spikes would bloody hurt. More than a healing potions worth of damage too. "Understood?" He nodded as best he could against the hand holding his face in place. "Good."
With a nod the hands holding him up released him, and Linwe stepped back, letting go of his jaw. It was good to have his face back. Linwe spoke again. "Hadn't you better get on your knees?" A snicker from the group behind him. Niruin got down, but couldn't hold back the look of dismay when Linwe got his cock out, already stiffening as the Altmer stroked it leisurely.
"What's wrong, I thought Bosmer liked eating meat?" Racist bastards, Niruin thought, with a scowl. He'd thought the Nords were bad. He looked behind him.
"You want an audience then?" He asked, hoping half heartedly that Linwe would send them away before he had to humiliate himself. Of course, some people liked that sort of thing. They all laughed, again. He was starting to hate the sound of laughter. Stifling his mirth, Linwe spoke again.
"You could say that. Although, I do believe in audience participation." Niruin's shoulders sagged. This was the worst job he had ever been on by a long shot. What he wouldn't give to shoot Linwe and his merry bunch of laughing Bosmer-raping thieves in their faces with an arrow. Then who'd be laughing. Linwe's voice took on a sterner tone. "Enough talk. Open wide. And make it good. Remember the alternative."