"Than run Valindor." Tar-Sheen said as she parried a blow from the sword wielding Argonian. "Or use a blade, either way move yourself before you become more of a hindrance." She said as she swung hard with her rusted mace. She could hear the handle crack as she connected with her opponents shield, but his stagger was all she needed before she brought the mace down on his head with both hands. He foe crumbled to the ground in a heap.
The rusted mace breaks apart along with your opponents skull.
Ja'Raviir turned his attention behind him as Valindor exclaimed his frustration at not having a clear line of sight to any of the raiders, and this had the unforeseen benefit of alerting him to one of the sword wielding bandits that had approached him during his dash towards the now perished archer. Reflexively raising his shield, his opponents sword hit the old shield and withdrew for another attack, this was when he counter attacked. His blade came thrusting out before the bandit had time to react properly, impaling him through the abdomen. With a quizzical look on his face, the bandit's sword fell from his hand down on to the damp soil as Ja'Raviir placed a boot on his front, and with a final kick and the sound of steel grinding against bone the steel sword was again free.
Now having the time to reply to Valindor, Ja'Raviir nodded and looked for his next opponent. "I will try not to get in your way!"
Seeing Tar-Sheen's weapon break apart as she subdued her opponent, Ja'Raviir grabbed the steel hammer from the military outpost from his pack and held it in his shield arm. "Tar-Sheen! Here!" He cried out as he lobbed the weapon towards her.
Valindor in one swift motion placed his arrow and drew his bow, aiming it at the raiders. As one tried to jump at Tar-Sheen, Valindor released his string and the arrow hit the argonian in his eye. He fell down next to Tar-Sheen, right after she had grabbed a hammer the Khajit gave her.
A-Cinder-Rev bullrushes a dagger wielding raider, crashing with him through the window of a hut.
Cinder walks out, blood staining his fur armor. "Oblivion, you IDIOT! You could have gotten yourself killed!"
Tar-Sheen grabbed the hammer out of the air. "Thanks I owe you one!" She said quickly getting feel for the weapon. She noticed the dead raider next her with an arrow in his eye a second later "And you too Validor!" She turned in time to see a sword swinging toward her head. She brought up the hammer with out a second to spare. the sword glanced off and the raider staggered.
"Race traitor am I? At least I don't I take others meager earnings for a living." She growled at the raider before she swung the steel hammer into the raiders side. She heard several loud cracks as the raider fell breathing hard. "And now neither will you." She said bringing it down on the enemies chest.
She glanced up from the fallen foe to see the other turning away fear evident on their features. "Whew, well at least that's over. Anybody see anything good on these guys?" She asked searching through the pockets of the dead raiders at her feet.
Valindor went over the remains of the gang and took some things for himself. The saber he had used alongside its sheath and a purse of gold the leader had on him "Consider your debt paid in full" Valindor said as he stripped him off his valuables. He went outside and met the others.
"Argonians are so different. Both in behavior... and taste-" Valindor said. He then turned to Oblivion-Blade, "Why did you help us?".
Ja'Raviir cringed as Valindor made a remark about the taste of Argonians, he couldn't possibly imagine them tasting good, and the whole 'eating sentient beings' thing kinda made him a little queasy.
"You were lucky we showed up when we did, Valindor. If not for A-Cinder-Rev's acquaintances in town, you would have fought here alone without us knowing."
"I've been undercover for the past few weeks." Oblivion-Blade said. "Me and Me'ggan came up with the plan. We saw you guys coming through, so we and the bar mistress set up that show. I figured you could handle it."
"You could have died, and where would that have left Me'ggan?" A-Cinder-Rev angrily asked.
"It was her idea!" Oblivon-Blade shouted, pushing a finger into Cinder's chest. "We weren't just gonna lie back and let the Dragon Raider's roll over us just because you raped an Imperial! We don't need your family to support the town!"
A-Cinder-Rev gritted his teeth. "I am not my father!"
"If you hadn't ran off with Slaughter, maybe we wouldn't be having this discussion. Go back to Thorn. It's where you belong."
Oblivion-Blade began to storm off, leaving Cinder looking at his feet, dejected.
Gullstampa finally got into the fort.
He rushed in with his axe held high shouting his battle cry.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH" He then soaked in his surroundings, notably
the fallen Argonians
"Wut, it's over?"
"Before we move on-" Valindor walked towards the translator, "-I need to get some clothes. You mind your own business. We are all criminals". Valindor walked past the translator and towards the town. "Fetch me when you're done", Valindor said as he walked away.
"Let's set up camp here. We'll use this outpost as a base." A-Cinder-Rev says glumly.
Gullstampa sat down on one of the fallen bodies "Soooo wut we do now?, seeing as this lot is dead" he said sad at the fact that he couldn't be the one to kill them.
Valindor thought that the money he took from the corpse of the bandit leader would be well spent in the marketplace. He replaced his old, tattered prison clothes and bought himself simple clothes and a sturdy pair of leather boots which make very little noise. He bought himself a proper satchel to put all of his things in and a flask to keep liquid.
He replaced the cloth bag with a sturdy quiver and bought a dozen straight steel arrows. He also bought himself a sturdy steel dagger to replace his already worn-out gutting knife.
He happily marched towards the camp with his new clothes and gear.
A-Cinder-Rev was fast asleep in the main hut's bed, tired. Soon, they would set off.
Gullstampa was laying down and looking at the sky "A magik stick that can do anything..." he thought "If I can git that, I'll show them all that I'm not a moron, That I'm the best warrior amoung Orks, That I'm not an moron..."
He stayed up pondering the power of The Staff of Chaos
Tar-Sheen set her pack on the ground by the campfire, now nearly filled with extra swords, bows, and armor. A few spare coins here and there didn't hurt either. But her real prize for the night was the steel mace she took off the bandit leader. From what she understood he hadn't been the smartest Argonian but he hadn't taken a good care for his weapon. She took a few swings to get a feel for the weapon and smiled as she soon adjusted to the weight. She set the hammer she used during the fight against a log. "Anyone else hungry?" She asked those who had yet to fall asleep "I'm gonna look for something to eat, so if you want something speak up now."
"'ere!, Might join ya, show ya how a Ork hunts prey" Gullstampa said as he got up and pulled out his axe.
Tar-Sheen stared and Gullstampa. She sighed as she spoke. "You realize I'm just gonna take what ever the bandits had ready right? The most we're gonna have to do is cook it."
Valindor returned the the temporary camp and greeted the other prisoners.
"May I join you?" he asked them politely, for the first time showing signs of manners.
"ahhhh...never mind..." the ork replied as he sat back down
wow, my phone is a scheming piece of plastic shit.
Ja'Raviir sat with his back to the campfire, the strong contrast between the dark of night and the blazing fire hurt his night sight, and keeping an extra eye out wouldn't hurt, especially since he was the only one who could see in the dark. At Tar-Sheen's offer he briefly looked over his shoulder, his green eyes standing out in the slight darkness near the edge of the campfire's light. "Thank you, Khajiit would like some food as well."
"Quite frankly Im starving" Brann said as he sat down by the campfire. He towered over many of the other people around the campfire. He threw a novice level fire spell at the fire to bulster it. "So does anyone have any good adventuring stories or anything like that?" he said trying to stop his thoughts from turning back to the darker times of his life.
Tar-Sheen soon finds five sweet rolls, an apple pie, and a pot of rabbit stew. Cinder joins the group, rubbing his eyes as he sits down next to the Khajiit.
"Sleep well?" Ja'Raviir asked Cinder as he joined the group sitting around the campfire. "Brann just asked if people have stories to share, but Khajiit has lead a mostly uneventful life before his business with the Thalmor, but maybe you have something to add?"
A-Cinder-Rev grunts. "I suppose you guys are probably wanting to know how and why I was at Stormhold..."
"Not if you do not want to share, Khajiit knows the value of secrets." Ja'Raviir said as he passed a rag over the sword he was holding in his lap, staying in liquid solution for years couldn't have been too good for the blade so he made it a priority to keep it well maintained. Earlier he had even sharpened the blade as best could be done with his level of skill, using a newly appropriated whetstone he had found on one of the dead raiders.
"No...you guys deserve to know."
A-Cinder-Rev straightened up and began his story.
"It was a little while ago. I was considered an incredible translator, though my father didn't approve. He was always like that...he hates non-Argonians. Never wanted me learning their languages. But I didn't stick around him much. To be honest, the King was more of a father to me. I met him when I was young, and he took and instant liking to me. Always let me play around in the castle but I felt that I had three homes. There, at that tavern...Obsidion-Blade and Me'ggan where my best friends. I met them on a trip to Terraskar. That was what drove my father to madness. Being friends with a Dunmer. But he always had a glint in his eye. Like he could make be better, if he just tried harder...like it was his fault I was a failure in his eyes. So I moved in with Obsidian-Blade for a year. Soon enough, the King started opening up with other powers. A lot of the King's men could speak Tamrielic, but needed me to translate in Hammerfall, Tsaesci, and...High Rock. So, when I wasn't in Tess-Ekta, I was off somewhere else, helping negotiate deals and trade agreements. Daggerfall and the other kingdoms surrounding it had sacked the Orc homeland you recall, but a few Strongholds still resided in High Rock. I was sent there with a representative of the at-the-time-King Micheal Draven to get the Orcish "leader"(in that he seemed to represent them), To-Tegg, to leave. His representative, being a stupid git, was killed pretty quickly. As it turns out, Orc's don't appreciate snappiness. I would have been killed, if not for her... Stephanie Slaughter. An Imperial raised by Orsimer. Some say she is the lost sister of former Prince Eric Draven. Others say she was orphaned by the Thalmor. But the truth was...she was the most pretty girl I had ever seen...she convinced her father to spare me, and she went with me back to Daggerfall. While I was at the Stronghold, Micheal Draven had died and was replaced by his son, Eric Draven. In a short time, I became friends with the three, and Daggerfall, under new leadership, allowed the Orsimer Strongholds to remain. Me, Steph, and Eric decided to celebrate by going on a vacation to Akavir. When we got back to the Empire, we said our goodbyes to King Draven and me and Stephanie stopped in Cyrodiil. I had realized, though, in Akavir...I was in love with her. She was so gorgeous, of course, all manners of man, beast, and mer tried to come onto her...but she was so steadfast in refusal...we rented a house together in the Imperial capital, resolving to return to out homes after we had properly rested from...an interesting adventure in the Tsaesci region. I got drunk one night, though...and Argonians don't get drunk easily...I just couldn't think straight...her cries eventually called the Imperial Guard. They arrested me, but the King of the Black Marsh and To-Tegg breathed down the Emperor's neck. Eventually, he ruled in favor of Rook, since the Stronghold's didn't really have any power, but because they where all over Tamriel, he made a deal with the King: I would be given a cushy job at a Black Marsh prison, and serve my sentence there. I felt bad enough as it was, but I was thankful...and now I'm here."
Ja'Raviir sat in silence and listened to Cinder's tale, it clicked into place with the snippets of information he had uttered earlier as well as what he had heard said by the Thalmor agent in the cave, however, there was still this slight feeling of disgust inside of him. He was still a rapist, no matter how much he had supposedly loved this Orsimer raised Imperial, and alcohol wasn't a good reason for anything, just like moon sugar or other drugs.
"Khajiit... Thanks you for your tale, as telling such a secret cannot be easy. He does still believe you did wrong, but maybe S'rendarr can lead you to atonement one day, for mercy and forgiveness can be given if strived for."
"You need not explain yourself" Valindor walked near the fire and say down on the ground. "Like I said, we are all criminals." Valindor said as he began peeling off bits of flesh from the Argonian hide he carved earlier.