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Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "
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Re: Bounty [4.1/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-02-06 08:15 am (UTC)(link)Fi slid down to the dirt floor, staring at the far end of the cage and its burnt occupant. The handiwork of that mage, most likely. Fire was one of the easiest spells, and Fi had used it to her advantage before, but she’d never burned anyone so… thoroughly. Flames had always been used as just a defensive tactic, something to stagger her opponents and give her room to maneuver.
The thoughts tumbled through her head as she listened to two pairs of footsteps approach- one softly, and one clanking like a cauldronful of spoons.
“Redguard,” the Nord woman’s voice said, measured and cold.
Fi scrambled to her feet, feigning surprise. Even standing she had to look up to meet the Nord woman’s eyes- Fi’s measure of Breton blood showed in her small stature, and this woman was a Nord through and through. Up close, Fi could see the marks of age upon her features, and the gray threads in her long blonde hair. She must have been Balgruuf’s age, at the least. It would have been a testament to her toughness, if Fi had assumed she had been on the wrong side of the law her whole life, but something in the bandit leader’s bearing told her otherwise.
When Fi didn’t speak, the Nord woman laughed. “What is this, no pleading? No begging for your life?”
Fi raised her chin. If this woman had been a different sort, she would have thrown herself to her knees and begged. But the steel in this woman’s gaze was the sort that only respected equal strength. A common enough bearing among Nords; especially old soldiers.
“I- I said everything that I have to say to your bandits,” she said. “I don’t think there would be much use in repeating it.”
The dark-robed mage, standing at the Nord woman’s elbow, shook her head. “Arrogance is always an interesting foolishness from those behind bars,” she said, gesturing to the corpse behind Fi. “It often leads to quick resolutions- but not the sort all parties would hope for.” Her voice carried the unmistakable tinge of Daggerfall, and up close Fi could make out enough of her face to put her down as a Breton of equal years to the Nord.
Fi followed her gaze to the corpse, and looked quickly away. “I meant no arrogance,” she said quickly, lifting her head to meet the mage’s gaze. “I only wished to-“
“There’s a difference between stubborn arrogance, the folly of that man,” the Nord said, stabbing her finger at the corpse. “And common sense.” She flashed the mage a grin. “This girl is quaking in her boots, but she has enough brains and pride not to grovel. Perhaps Bjalfi was wise to bring her back here. Do you have a name, Redguard?”
“M-Montague,” Fi said quickly. A name that was not entirely false was easier to answer to than a wholly fabricated one. “Who- who are you?”
“Eyja Bright-blade,” the Nord woman said. “The one in charge here. The one who you will answer to, if your life is spared.”
Fi nodded.
“I’ve heard you brought my men quite a haul of treasure,” Eyja said. “And displayed a worthy, if foolish amount of courage in an attempt to impress them.” Her cold gray eyes appraised Fi’s scrawny body. “You’re no brawler. I doubt you could even lift a greastword, much less draw blood. What use could one scrawny girl be?”
“I’m quick,” Fi said, “and light-footed.”
Eyja was silent for a moment, her gaze still on Fi.
“Were your claims of stealing from Dragonsreach true?”
Fi looked into those cold, untfathomable gray eyed and lied. “Yes.”
The mage touched Eyja’s shoulder lightly, murmuring something into her ear. The bandit leader’s expression shifted, guardedness replacing her skepticism.
“We’re not thieves,” she said after a pause. “If you work with us, you fight, just like everyone else. No pretty little schemes or sneaking about. You live and die by the same ways as the rest of us.”
Fi nodded again. “Understood.”
(Sorry again for the shortness! If you're interested in Fi's pre-Thieves Guld pre-Whiterun introduction to Skyrim, the latest fic under the Character With No Love prompt features her... and also needs to be updated by me XD)
Re: Bounty [4.1/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-02-13 06:40 am (UTC)(link)