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Bounty [3.2/?]
Date: 2014-02-02 05:16 am (UTC)A glance to her right told her other two bandits were a pair of green-scaled Argonians. They hissed at her menacingly, brandishing swords.
“I- I don’t want any trouble, sirs,” she said, letting a quiver creep its way into her voice. “I- I’m not carrying anything worth stealing.” Her eyes went to her baskets, and the eyes of all the bandits followed hers.
The young Khajiit lowered his sword to step towards the horse, and Fi made her move. She drew the iron dagger at her belt and lunged at him, swinging the blade clumsily at his back. The strike merely scraped the leather of his armor, but the force of their collision knocked both of them to the ground, her on top of him. The dagger was knocked from her hand.
It only took a moment for the Khajiit bandit to flip her over and put his own blade to her neck. Fi went limp, giving up her frantic scramble for her dagger.
“Look at what we’ve got here!” a raspy voice hissed.
“What is it?” the Khajiit asked, not stupid enough to take his eyes off Fi for the second time.
“I think our young friend is a bit more than she pretends to be,” the Nord bandit crowed. Craning her neck, Fi could see the bandits had cut down the baskets of apples and tomatoes from the old plowhorse, letting the produce scatter on the roads. They were now pawing through the linen-wrapped bundles that had been hidden underneath.
The afternoon sun caught the gleam of gold as the Nord lifted a tangle of necklaces and bracelets to the light. One of the Argonians exclaimed as he unwrapped a silver circlet, and the next admired a handful of large soul gems.
The Nord laughed. “Teach us not to take a woman at face value, eh?” he motioned to the Khajiit, who stood and hauled Fi to her feet, keeping an arm around her neck. She struggled half-heartedly, all for show.
“I think we’ve caught ourselves a thief,” the smaller of the two Argonians rasped.
The Khajiit laughed and prodded her shoulder with his free paw. “Of course. Did you think a mere farmgirl could have gotten a jump on Dar’med?”
The Nord laughed. “A stray dog could get a jump on you,” he said, sheathing his sword and steeping closer to Fi. “It’s certainly no proof of skill.” He examined the jewelry he held and then peered at Fi. “This haul, however…” His expression tightened. “Are you Thieves’ Guild, girl?” he barked.
The Khajiit’s paws immediately loosened on her. The Thieves’ Guild was not what it had been in the height of its glory, according to Delvin, but it was something to inspire fear once again. Even these bandits knew of it.
“Wh-What?” Fi stuttered. “I- I mean… I…”
The Nord’s wariness fell away in an instant. “Good,” he said. Dar’med’s claws tightened on her shoulders again. “No one but the guild misses a thief…” he laughed, tucking the jewelry into a pouch at his belt.
Bounty [3.3/?]
Date: 2014-02-02 05:18 am (UTC)“What?” the Nord said.
“I… it’s true, I’m… I’m no… no Guild thief,” she said, letting her voice strengthen. “But I’m not useless! I stole that loot from right under the Jarl’s nose, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat! I’d slit his throat!”
The Nord smiled thinly. “That’s well and good for you, miss, but we’re no Thieves’ Guild. We take what we want by force, not trickery. We’ve no use for sneakthieves.”
Dar’med’s attention was on the exchange, and his grip on her had relaxed again. Fi smashed her elbow against his stomach, and then ducked out of his grip, snatching up her dagger from where it had fallen. In an instant the three bandits still on their feet had surrounded her, but they didn’t move to attack.
The Nord laughed. “A fine show, but you’re still outnumbered.” Behind him, Dar’med groaned. “Stand up,” the Nord snapped, and the Khajiit climbed reluctantly to his feet and took his place by the Nord.
The dagger dropped from Fi’s fingers, and she lifted her empty hands, palms-out. “I merely wanted to demonstrate my skills,” she said. “If you’re the bandits that nearly killed the Jarl’s brother- well, then, I bear you nothing but goodwill.” She smiled tremulously. “The aftermath of your exploits gave me all distraction I needed to rob Dragonsreach blind. You’re welcome to a substantial share of my loot.”
“A substantial share,” the taller Argonian jeered. “Coming from an unarmed, outnumbered little sack of flesh, that’s quite a generous offer.”
“Kill her,” rasped the second Argonian.
The Nord’s smile widened. “Sorry, girl, but you’d just be hassle.” He took a step closer to her, lifting his sword to her neck.
Two clever by half, she thought as the cool metal was pressed against her throat. Gods, they always said I was too clever by half. A stupid plan ruined by a lazy Nord.
“Wait,” a voice said, just as the bandit’s sword pressed against the left side of her throat.
A paw reached out to stay the Nord’s sword, and Fi and the bandit turned to see Dar’med easing himself between her and the blade. “Don’t be a fool, Bjalfi. Eyja will have our pelts if we kill this one”
Bjalfi’s lips twisted in disgust, and he shoved Dar’med away. “Have you gone soft all of a sudden? Eager take in strays?” he laughed. “Is this how cats court? Did you mistake her attacks for advances?” He lifted Fi’s skirt with the tip of his blade. “If your taste runs scrawny and Redguard, have at her. I’ll cut her throat first, so she won’t overpower you. She’ll be warm long enough for one good fuck.”
Dar’med’s face twisted in revulsion. “Dar’med can count past five, unlike you,” he snarled. “And Dar’med knows that our forces are nearly halved by those guards.” He gestured at Fi. “Dar’med also knows Eyja would slit your throat if she got word you’d killed a willing recruit.”
“We aren’t running a damn Guild,” one of the Argonians growled, but the other one, the smaller of the two, stepped forward to stand beside Dar’med.
“Dar’med’s right,” he said. “Our numbers are half what they were. Another set of hands means less work for us.”
Bjalfi stared at Fi for a moment, then shook his head and slid his sword back into its sheathe. “Very well,” he growled, turned and stalking back towards the fort. “Grab the horse, Stares-at-the-Sun.”
The smaller Argonian caught the old plowhorse’s leadrope.
Throughout the ordeal the beast had stood and watched placidly, and now he followed his new masters without a whicker. Fi was made to walk along behind, the point of Dar’med’s sword pressed up against her back.
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Date: 2014-02-02 04:21 pm (UTC)I'm stressing out for her because although I don't doubt she could take them all laughing, going into a den with Bandits like that. Ack, I hope she isn't hurt by all this!