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Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "
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Red Book [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-01-03 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)“Yes, Elenwen,” he stepped forward, producing his dossier. “The soon-to-be-Thane of the Reach.”
“And what of her? Should we be concerned?”
“Very,” he stated. “The girl needs to be executed.”
“On what grounds?” she asked, impatient.
“On the grounds that she tried to have her way with me,” he said, unamused. Elenwen stared at Lorcalin gave him a look.
“Oh, come now Ondolemar. Don’t be a fool.”
“Yeah,” Ancano piped up but he glared at the both of them, his back straightening and his expression turning sour. Elenwen held up her hand at the other two agents and stared to her most senior member.
“Ondolemar, what are you talking about?”
He gritted his teeth. “Just as I said. She tried to assault me,” he threw his book to her and she caught it, opening it up. “The girl is mentally unstable, Elenwen. And she needs to be killed.”
She said nothing but began going through his notes. The Bosmer was named Aingi and seemed to have arrived in Markarth with the purpose of living there. His notes were scrawled with small observations on her, mostly the odd way she talked and for some curious reason, wore cylindrical pieces of glass on her face. There was a note about them being used to magnify the carvings on Dwemer ruins but Ondolemar seemed to think it false and thought they were used for something else.
She turned the pages, reading about her intentions. The girl was obsessed with the Dwemer and Falmer. She shuddered at the thought of the white demons who lay under the rocks. She recalled meeting one once on the road back to Solitude and her despite her magic, the damned being still came at her. Only a shot through the heart of ice stopped it and she remembered how disgusted she was when she came near it, its skin like leather and its eyes mere cuts in its face. How on earth someone could be interested in them baffled her but the face of an old Altmer came to mind and she sighed.
“She hangs around near that Calcemo a lot, does she?” she asked and Ondolemar snorted.
“Hardly. She doesn’t think him to be a proper scholar and he thinks the same of her. She steals herself away into those atrocious ruins of Nchuand-Zel doing… Who knows what,” he said in displeasure. Elenwen looked at him, seeing him holding back something.
“Doing what?”
He frowned. “Rumors, Elenwen. Rumors. Though, knowing the disgusting bitch, they could be true.”
“What rumors, Ondolemar?” she demanded and she sighed, not looking to any of them.
“They say she goes in there and… feeds.”
“Feeds?” Lorcalin said before she could but she didn’t chastise him as she was more than curious now. Ondolemar shuddered.
“Sexually… and physically,” he said. “I believe she is in there sating both her desires and her hunger.”
Ancano balked. “What makes you think that!?”
He turned on him and held up his hand. “Her ring, Ancano! She is a Daedric worshipping, cannibalistic whore! I have heard more than one account of her and her little follower feeding on Forsworn that they have killed and her sexual appetites are…” he shuddered once again and crossed his arms, staring at the wall. “I cannot even find where the demon came from. It’s like she crawled out from one of those horrible ruins herself. No mention in Valenwood, nothing across Skyrim. Though the only thing I found was she did have many meetings with some lunatic near Winterhold but trying to talk to him! Impossible!”
Elenwen pursed her lips. “What does this have to do with her assaulting you if she enjoys… other beings.”
He turned on her. “She’s not just interested in the Falmer, no. She hunts us, Elenwen. She told me in her disgustingly twisted words that her mission is to mate with me,” he threw his hands up in anger. “She wants me! Because I am a Thalmor and she’s interested in ‘Thalmor mating’. She needs to be executed!”
She would have laughed but somehow she didn’t have the stomach for it. She went back to the dossier, turning the pages to see what else and the list of disturbing finds seemed to follow the girl. She frowned when she read about him finding a pair of Thalmor boots. “What is this?”
“What?”