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F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (5/?)
Date: 2012-09-04 01:06 am (UTC)A scream ripped the silence apart, and the Dovahkiin jumped, thinking herself caught or worse. Her hands withdrew her bow before she was even conscious of the act. The bandits started too at first, then seemed to brush it off and even laugh as they returned to their mead. “Damn elf is bloody loud, gotta tell Vagnir to keep it down in there.”
“We work hard, let him have a little fun. He’ll be finished soon, never lasts long anyway.”
That drew chuckles from them both, “Might pay a visit myself when he’s done. I wonder if the chief’s done questioning that weird one…”
“Oh, after elf ass now too?”
“Hey! I’m just trying to make the most of the bounty Talos gives me!”
The two didn’t get a chance to finish laughing at their joke, as the Dovahkiin walked over their bodies and further into the keep. She paced the hall, opening every door along the way, and clearing them out with as little noise as possible. They had prisoners, and she didn’t want them alerted in case they tried to execute them before she got there. The only hitch came when one of the bandit mages was awake when she opened the door. In the resulting scuffle she’d gotten her side singed, but the mage had been too busy casting wards to stop her knife. It was over quickly after that.
She knew she was nearing the dungeon by the piteous sound of groans and the laughter of bandits. But what stuck out was the tense note of questioning coming from a side room. That had to be chief they had been talking about, interrogating someone, they’d said.
The room had cages hanging from the ceiling and a few dank cells lining the wall. Pained squeals and huffing moans could be heard from one of the far cells, and the Dragonborn had to force herself to ignore it for now. She had to focus on the room. There weren’t many good ways to approach the dungeon, which seemed a mixture of common room and prison. Quite a few bandits were seated at benches along a long table, another was at an alchemy bench. Of course there was the one in the cell, and another seated beside the hearth. Too many and too close to kill without alerting the others, not to mention the chief which seemed to be in the adjoining room.
She could shoot an arrow to distract them, but she didn’t want them knowing they were under attack. Hmmm… magicka trickled along her fingers as a detect life spell illuminated the bodies within. She just wanted to be certain.
They had to be distracted and then dead, and without alerting the chief to their deaths. Then it occurred to her. She’d done it in a pinch before. This was a lot of people for her to try to pull this on, and it could go horribly wrong, but it was even more risky to try and fight them all head on. Dragonborn or not, in a bad place numbers could overwhelm, and she wanted those prisoners alive.
Before she could think better of the idea the Dragonborn released her voice in not a shout, but a whisper. The taunt caught the attention of all the bandits save the one still with the prisoner in her cell.
“What’d you say, milkdrinker?” They drew their blades, following the whisper that came from the opposite side of the room. Now the Dovahkiin worked quick, she muffled herself further and cast invisibility, clutching in her sweaty palms a scroll of mass paralysis. She only had one shot at this.
When they all gathered near the door they thought the noise had come from she had the spell ready. A nova of vivid green washed over the unsuspecting bandits. They all dropped. She only had ten seconds now.
It was dirty, dirty work, but she didn’t hesitate to dispatch them one after the other. She looked grimly at her soiled gauntlets, but wiped them off onto the rough shirt of one of the fallen bandits before she turned to attend to the man in the cell.
Re: F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (5/?)
Date: 2012-09-04 02:15 am (UTC)Please ser, may I have some more?
Re: F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (5/?)
Date: 2012-09-05 07:44 pm (UTC)THIS IS PERFECT.