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Skeever Butt [2/3]
Date: 2013-07-25 04:37 am (UTC)"Follow me," I said.
We made our way into the ruins. Argis clanked and stomped, making enough noise to wake the dead. Literally.
"Quietly," I hissed, and he fell into a crouch, imitating mine. We proceeded. He made a little less noise than before, but not much. Maybe I could get him to take a potion, or something. At this rate, the Forsworn would hear us coming a mile away.
"Argis. You hear that?" I whispered, nodding towards where the narrow tunnel opened into a chamber inside the Redoubt.
I held up a hand to stay him, but it was too late. He charged towards the fray. "Now you'll pay!" he bellowed, and answering battlecries met his own.
"Come and face the Forsworn!"
"Forsworn forever!"
"For the Reach!"
Oh, shit. So much for my plans to thin their ranks with stealth attacks. I sighed and followed him. "Argis! Watch out for -"
BANG. He triggered a stone plate, sending a spiked, trapped door rocketing straight into my face. Pain wracked through my whole body, so intense I nearly blacked out. I collapsed on the stone floor. The battle raged on up ahead, but I was oblivious to it all, clutching my stomach in agony, blood pouring through my fingers. Sweet Dibella, it hurt! I wavered in and out of consciousness, eventually recovering my senses enough to fumble a healing potion to my lips and swallow it, tasting blood.
I got to my feet, readying my bow. Avoiding the stone plate, I crouched, peering into the chamber ahead to see Argis on his knees. A Forsworn Briarheart hefted an axe above my housecarl's head, ready to kill.
I staggered the Briarheart with my first arrow, and his axe fell harmlessly to the ground; my second arrow took him through the head, killing him.
Everything went quiet. The rest of the Forsworn lay dead or had retreated into the depths of their lair. Argis was panting on one knee, but alive. Still shaking with the pain of my injuries, I hauled myself to my housecarl's side and collapsed on my back.
"Argis," I said, staring at the vaulted ceiling. "We need to talk."
***
Skeever Butt [3/3]
Date: 2013-07-25 04:38 am (UTC)Marcurio sat glaring over a mug of wine in his favorite corner. I took a deep breath, and approached.
Hey, slug breath!
The voice had come out of nowhere. I jumped, and looked around in surprise. Had Marcurio said that? I looked at him, but his expression hadn't changed. He was still frowning at his wine.
Hey, skeever butt!
Where in Oblivion was that coming from? I looked suspiciously at Marcurio. He glanced up at me. "Well, well," he said. "Look what the horker dragged in."
Hey, melon-nose!
I frowned in confusion. Maybe that spiked door had knocked me around worse than I'd thought. "Uh... What did you say, Marcurio?"
"I said, Look what the horker dragged in. Couldn't make it without me, could you?" Obviously noticing the fresh scar on my right cheek, Marcurio raised his eyebrows. "What in Oblivion happened to you?"
Hey, ugly!
"Uh - Marcurio, did you say something?"
"Are you drunk? I asked what happened to you. Not that I care. If you've got something to say to me, kindly stop wasting my time and get on with it."
Hey, melon-nose!
I shook my head. I must be imagining things. "Listen, Marcurio. What I said about our fighting styles..."
"Yes?" He looked up at me innocently. He wasn't going to make this easy.
Hey, skeever butt!
It had to be him. How was he even doing it? Mages, I thought, sighing inwardly. "Marcurio, you have every right to be angry. I just came to say that I may have been, uh, preemptive, when I dismissed you."
"Preemptive?"
"Yes."
"As in, insulting, disrespectful, wrong-headed, arrogant and idiotic?"
"...Yes."
Hey, troll bait!
Oh, come on. Troll bait? That was too much. "Marcurio, would you cut that out?" I said.
"Cut what out?"
Hey, slug-breath!
"That!"
He waved a hand dismissively. "Jescarius, if you are trying to apologise to me, I grudgingly accept. My fee, of course, after such a deep insult, will be doubled if you wish to avail yourself of my services again."
"Fine," I said. "Just stop doing that... thing... with your voice, will you?"
"What thing? Have you developed a skooma habit in my absence? I guess it was even harder for you without me than I thought it'd be."
"I've never touched the stuff! You know what I'm talking about, Marcurio."
"I assure you, I don't," he said, standing up. "One thousand septims, Jescarius. And this time, you'll treat me with the respect I deserve."
"Deal," I said, and we shook hands.
Hey, skeever butt!
"Uh... Excuse me," I said, shaking my head again. "We'll head out tomorrow. I think I need some rest."
Re: Skeever Butt [3/3]
Date: 2013-07-25 09:30 am (UTC)A!A Re: Skeever Butt [3/3]
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