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"Name?" |
"Kaius Treblanus Desin." |
The sound of scratching was ever present in the tiny confines of the room. It wasn’t loud, but it was persistent enough to set even the most stoic of soul’s teeth on edge. For my part I stood perfectly still, ignoring the fluttering fear in my belly that had been a companion for so long it was almost part of me. |
At the sound and tone of my voice, the source of the scratching glanced up and studied me with experienced eyes. The quill stopped in mid motion, the ink staining the tip threatening to drip down onto the parchment underneath its point. |
The sensation of eyes upon me only last for a few seconds, and I forced myself to remain calm, staring over the head of the seated Centurion as he went about recording my details. The wall behind him allowed me to have an almost infinite source of distractions, as covered with dozens of tiny slate tiles hanging to a m... |
Old, grizzled and hair slowly turning grey, the Centurion looked between me and the two towering forms of my captors standing a pace back from my sides. Dressed only in a ruined sackcloth I was indeed out of place between the pair of Legionaries of the Imperial Watch. In their scarlet cloaks and metal plate armours po... |
Using short, sharp quill strokes he noted down my approximate height and weight onto the parchment, using my guards to assist his estimate. "Crime?" |
The Legionary to my right twitched, holding out another sheet of parchment that the Centurion reached out and took. "Desertion." |
Again the quill stopped it teeth-grinding progress across the sheet on the wooden desk and the eyes returned. There was nothing in the expression. No hate, no anger or not even disappointment as the eyes roamed over me once more. The gaze eventually came to rest on the Legion Brand scarring my right bicep. |
"Rank and Legion?" |
"Archer-Praefect. 8th Casta, 14th Legion." |
There was a sigh, but there was some measure of amusement from the man recording my details. Dressed in a simple scarlet toga and bearing signs of years of accumulated injuries it had been his declining years that had put him behind a desk rather than occupying a position in a shield wall. The chair creaked as he push... |
"North-western Vvardenfell. Looks like... Fort Ironhand?" He muttered under his breath and shook his head with amazement. "Just how in oblivion’s name did they manage to catch you?" |
Suppressing the urge to shrug I kept my gaze to the wall above and behind his head. I knew exactly what he meant though. As an Archer I was unlike the majority of infantry that made up the Legion’s ranks. I was, or at least had been a forester; one of the highly trained, highly skilled members of a military already fa... |
The foresters were also responsible for assisting the Legions in remaining supplied. Hunting, tracking and trapping would allow the Legions to live off the land to a surprising degree. Such skills had provided immeasurable assistance through centuries of warfare. I knew that the aging veteran noting down my details wa... |
A gauntleted hand, the outer portion of the hand and fingers covered with a series of interlocking metal plates reached out and grasped me firmly by the jaw. The metallic edges rubbed at my skin, but the leather gloves under the metal felt strangely cool. "He got bitten by a bloodsucker." Rumbled the guard to my right... |
The Centurion took a moment to study the healing bite marks in my throat, visible due to the rags that I wore. "He’s not going to turn is he?" |
Clanking softly the guard released his grip on my face and shrugged. Then, thinking better of it he shook his head. "They picked him up at the gates to Balmora. The report we got was that he had stuffed the wounds with Chokeweed and Lichen. It’s almost been a fortnight since they caught him as well." |
"Good. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on your gods-ordained punishment now would we?" |
"What’s the going rate for deserters at the moment?" Asked the guard to my left. |
"Usually hanging, although Tribune Tarvldyn has had to become more creative due to the recent increase of desertions. It’s either hanging, a beating, or a swim in the Rumare." |
The feeling of fear grew stronger and I couldn’t help but feel a terrible unease at what awaited me. Two of the punishments were definite death sentences. Hanging was hanging, but a swim in the Rumare was one of the more ancient punishments within the Legion. Although it varied, it was usually as simple as tying the a... |
The beating however was potentially worse. It wasn’t completely guaranteed to result in death, but being left to live out the rest of your days as a cripple was the best possible outcome. A squad of legionaries; usually fresh recruits would be chosen to beat the offender for five minutes with nothing more than their h... |
Leaning over the parchment, the Centurion returned to jotting down more of my details. My rank, unit and posting was added to the sheet that represented little more than an epitaph. I had barely any family or friends outside of the Legion, and so with a death sentence looming in my immediate future I had no doubt to w... |
The choice of deserting had surprisingly been an easy one. It was not a pleasant place for a legionary to find himself. The northern winds would sweep south from the Sea of Ghosts, biting through even the most solid of furs and coats and making everyone’s lives miserable. The only places that were colder was Solstheim... |
This life hadn’t been improved since we had received our new Legate. One of the 20 commanders of the military might of the Empire, I had been unlucky enough to find myself in the exact fort where he had chosen to reside. Far from the prying eyes of Imperial bureaucrats he had forged a petty little kingdom all for hims... |
As dangerous as a course of action desertion was, several years within the northern reaches of Tamriel had left those surviving legionaries such as myself just as dangerous. Patrols into the Ashlands were common, as were the running skirmishes against Ashlander Tribes resisting the armoured gauntlet of Imperial Rule. ... |
"There’s a request here from Legate Quintillius to hand him over to the jurisdiction of the 14th." |
The Centurion snorted and didn’t bother looking up to the guard who held out a rolled up scroll. "Unless Quintillius is another name for Uriel or Tiber Septim then I say good luck to him." The quill continued on its path, stopping every few scratched lines to be dipped into the ink pot. "Only the Emperor in all of his... |
Strangely enough I felt better at hearing the words out loud. A Legate was one of the most powerful men within the entire Empire, seconded only to the Emperor Himself and equal to the various Counts, Kings and Lords within the Provinces. But like all of the men and women in Tamriel they were bound by law, and this one... |
I knew exactly why the Legate wanted me returned. The fear of being discovered how he was padding his wages from fining the men and mer under his command and slipping in his duties was ever present. It was this fear that had sent out his mounted Extraordinarii after every man who deserted his post. To my knowledge I h... |
Being attacked and subsequently bitten by a creature of the night had definitely not been part of my plans. If it wasn’t for the fact that I had been injured and stumbled into that patrol of Ordinators I would have comfortably disappeared. Although being captured had had allowed me a week or two respite from my journe... |
The muffled curse from the Centurion caught all of our attentions as he forced himself to rise to his feet and look over the series of slates hanging from their hooks. Normally charcoal black, they had been used and reused for so many countless years that the chalk stains had rendered them a pasty grey. |
"The Legion cells are full." He said, running a hand missing a pair of fingers through his thinning hair. The toga he wore did little to hide the fact that he was a veteran with all the injuries and wounds to show for it. Grey and somewhat faded, the Imperial Dragon branded on his arm revealed him as once belonging to... |
"Where do you want us to put him then?" Asked the guard to my right. |
The Centurion rolled his gaze down the slates showing the names of every prisoner and their allocated cells, mouthing each name as he went. The Imperial Prison may have been the largest in the Empire in a city containing over a million citizens, but every district had their own Prefaecture with holding cells. This all... |
"Bugger it. Just throw him somewhere in the south wing." A hand gestured vaguely in the approximate direction of the door. "I’ll have to talk to Warden Largash but I doubt he’d even notice an ex-legionary in his cells." |
"Glad we’re not having to fill in the paperwork." The left hand guard laughed as he pushed me towards the door leading further into the prison. |
"Laugh it up boys. Laugh it up." |
With not-too-gentle shoves to the spine they pushed me onwards, one standing close behind me with a discipline cane ready in case I tried to run or escape or fight back while the other lead the way. Several passages from the Centurion’s office lead in various directions under the Prison District but it was all too eas... |
It was damp, cold and reeked of sorrow and sadness and the sight of age worn stone was only broken by the plated forms of the various members of the Imperial Watch who acted as wardens and guards for both the military and civilian portions of the underground prison. By the time we had reached the prison wings the secur... |
"This looks good enough for me." Muttered one of my jailors, as they both seemed to choose a door at random and nod to the single guard standing beside it. The passage we were in was the upper level of the South wing, and connected the dozen of more minor wings like the vacated root structure of an immense stone tree. |
The door thudded closed behind us and I could hear the tell-tale click of the lock being set by the sentry. The sight before me was pitiful and left me feeling thoroughly depressed. The collection of prison cells within this passage of the South Wing were tiny, disused and almost completely empty. The smell of mould a... |
"Oh look," crawled a voice from the nearest cell on the right. The clang of metal and echoed hauntingly through the vacated cells as a Dark Elf pressed his face against the bars. "An Imperial in the Imperial Prison. I guess they don’t play favourites, huh?" |
Although the bars of his cell door were too closely spaced to fit anything larger than an arm, he did his best to push his head through. For the most part he seemed content in twitching and staring with an expression bordering on insanity plastering his face as it was pulled even more taut by the iron bars. |
"Looks like you have a new friend." The laugh was shallow and I knew that both of my guards were more bored that anything else. "At least you’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted." |
Flicking through the ring of keys that they had been given by the guard up the short flight of stairs, neither of them seemed to bother with taking me any further than the first available cell. Unfortunately for me it was the one directly opposite the glaring, twitching Dunmer and he watched without blinking as they f... |
"Make yourself at home." With a click the manacles were unlocked and I found myself rubbing absently at my wrists. "You could be here a while." |
The Legionary gave the squalid cell a brief glance, grunting something under his breath before turning and slamming the door behind him. Their duty had been completed, and I found myself wondering whether they would even tell the Centurion where they had left me. That was even if they even knew what cell was now my ho... |
With the door at the top of the stairs locked behind them, I found myself staring into the maniacal expression of my neighbour. "What?" |
A mouth full of broken, rotten stumps of teeth revealed itself in a face paled from years within the darkness. "Your own kinsmen think you’re a piece of human trash." Hands with cracked fingernails gripped the bars tightly as he looked at me with madness in his eyes. "How sad. I bet the guards give you special treatme... |
It was my turn to sigh as I looked about my new "home’. "At least it’ll be better than being stuck with you." I replied, taking note of the tiny barred hole to the surface barely larger than my head, the table and chair, slop bucket and the piece of furniture that was only a bed in name. "You and all your friends..." |
He laughed, cackling but without any humour or amusement. "Oh, a funny one I see. I might be locked in here but it’s not forever." A finger encrusted with grime and filth stabbed in my direction as though it was a spear point. "But you? You’re going to die in here Imperial. Imperial criminal scum like you give the Emp... |
Snuffling and snorting to himself, he turned away from the bars and was lost to the shadows. Only a handful of ill-kept lanterns were within the passage between the dozen cells, and they provided little illumination. What I found disconcerting other than my present company, was how the cell was not much different from... |
The service also appeared comparable. For three days I sat in that cell, watching the tiny strip of light from the barred hole above my head creep across the floor and loosing myself in the depths of my own thoughts. After the first afternoon the boredom was getting to me more than the constant tirade of spite and mal... |
The fang marks in my throat were healing well and I didn’t need to call upon the little magicka I knew to hasten along the process. They concerned me but not in the way that most people would have been concerned after being fed on by a vampire. My alchemical knowledge and skill of living off the land of Northern Vvard... |
In the days since receiving the wounds, my blood had clotted, dried, flaked away and left nothing but parallel lines of scabs from above the elbow to the wrist. For over a week I had hid in the grasslands of West Gash and had foolishly chosen a cave to hide from my pursuers. It was that night, just a little south of C... |
A rush of flesh and claws had fallen upon me in the darkness, and I had felt not only the searing pain of it latching onto my throat, but the jagged agony as it raked its talons down the length of my arm. Instinct had been the only reason why I hadn’t been left a drained corpse on the rocky cave floor, and in seconds ... |
Weakened from blood loss I had practically stumbled into the Ordinators. They had taken one look at my state and the Legion Brand on my shoulder and had arrested me. They had been content with the way I had treated my wounds, confident that the way I had packed the bite with the slurry of crushed up herbs had killed t... |
By the morning of the third day I was growing concerned that I had somehow failed to remove the infection wholly, or had merely bought time for myself instead. I was also becoming concerned that if I stayed any longer in my cell, that either the boredom or Valen Dreth’s company was going to send me insane. |
"By the Nine and all that is holy can you stop your gods-damned humming?" I spat, sitting back in my chair and counting the number of cracks in the ceiling’s stonework. |
"Humming, humming, humming." He replied, and I heard the creak of his wooden cot as he stood on the rotting straw mattress. "Hum hum. Ho hum." |
The bars clanged and I jumped a little as he slammed his face between a gap. "Huuuuuuummmmmmmmmm..." |
"No wonder no one else has been locked down here with you." My chair creaked threateningly as I leaned back further and crossed my arms in front of me. "Even by the standards of Imperial Justice it must have been classified as a cruel and unusual punishment." |
The humming continued but I could see the image of the Dunmer’s crack-toothed smile in my mind’s eye. He didn’t have a face for grinning but he did so as often as he physically could. |
This deep under the Imperial Prison district there was little sound, especially how the only source of it was through the hole near the ceiling that was mostly for ventilation. I had listened, despite the difficulties posed by my irritating neighbour on and off for most of the previous days at the shouts and cries of ... |
But this particular morning just a handful of hours past dawn, the noise was coming from within the prison itself. Doors were unlocked and roughly wrenched open, and the echoes of shouted orders wafted their way through the thick oaken door to the upper levels. |
Whatever was happening had not left Dreth in a good mood. Like the Legion; the Prison seemed to run like a well lubricated dwemer automaton and for the previous days at least the meals had been delivered with precise timings. This morning they were over an hour late with breakfast. |
The infernal humming stopped for a moment as the door up the stairs was unlocked. A second later, the armoured form of one of the Watch jogged down the stairs, clanking and jingling in his full armour. The flushed expression on the Legionary’s face regarded us both briefly, making only the most cursory of glances to t... |
"They must be preparing executions." The Dark Elf muttered evilly as the grind of a lock had faded into a whispered echo. "They are never this lively of a morning unless there’s killin’ to be had." |
"By the gods I hope so." I snapped at him, my own temper fraying. My humours were unbalanced not only at the waiting, but the fact that my dreams during the night had been blood soaked and horrifying. Even for someone who had faced down Corpus creatures and worse in his time in the Legion, my nightmares had been left ... |
He spat on the floor in the corridor, the thick phlegm splattering on the stones but before he could open his mouth to reply the metallic echo of the lock returned. Both of us froze for a moment before a grin spilt his face like a festering wound. |
"Hey, you hear that?" The chuckle, thick and pneumonic rattled in his chest. "The guards are coming... For you!" |
Pressing his face between the bars as he seemed to do out of habit, he tried to peer around and up to the door. I remained in my seat, hoping that it would be what passed for breakfast, but if it was my executioners coming for me it would at least me that the mind-numbing wait was over. |
Metal clanked and rubbed together, and with the rolling echoes, the sounds of several individuals urgently talking reached our ears. Curious, saw Dreth suddenly look very confused and even worried as he backpedalled from the door as fast as he could. |
The armoured silhouette of a soldier appeared at the door to my cell, and I was taken aback at the sight of a suit of armour of a make and design I had never seen before. Interlocking plates covered the man’s shoulder’s, chest and thighs in a shifting skin of metal. While it shared similarities to the thick heavy plat... |
"We don’t know that Sire." A distinctly female voice echoed through the corridor and I watched with utter confusion as more soldiers appeared. "The messenger only said they were attacked." |
"No, they’re dead. I know it." |
I shifted in my seat and stood agape at the sight before me. Three heavily armed and armoured soldiers dressed in their unusual armours were enough to gain my attention, but it was snatched away at the fourth individual in the group. Unarmoured and dressed in nothing more than thick robes, not only was he far from a s... |
"My job right now is to get you to safety." Other than the voice, there was nothing to suggest that the individual standing by the side of the aging emperor of female. The armour snuffed out the last of her femininity, and there was not a single trace of difference between her suit and the other two flanking them. The... |
An expression of annoyance darted between her subordinate and his attempts to find the right key for the lock and the interior of my cell, but as she caught sight of me sitting in the chair it turned into something resembling shock and anger. "What’s this prisoner doing here?" She snapped, glaring at me with enough fo... |
Still fumbling with his set of keys, the first soldier looked up suddenly, not only at me but also at his commander. Without his commander’s exclamation of surprise, he wouldn’t have noticed my presence until after he had opened the door. |
"Usual mix-up with the Watch. I..." |
There was a muffled curse from his commander and she stepped up to the bars, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword with every intent to use it at a moment’s notice. "Never mind, just get this gate open." She glanced at me with as much warmth as a Vvardenfell winter. "Stand back prisoner, we won’t hesitate to kill ... |
I backed hurriedly against the far wall of my cell, confused and very concerned. These were no palace guards. No violet cloaks or breastplates polished into gleaming mirrors of perfection. Every piece of their equipment was not designed for ceremonies but for the brutality of war, and the recognition of their weapons ... |
They were Blades; the sworn protectors of the Emperor and by far some of the most dangerous individuals within all of Tamriel. Their reputations as expert swordsmen were legendary and even fully armed and armoured I wouldn’t want to cross swords with any one of them. The fact that I was now face to face with three suc... |
The door opened with a screech of poorly oiled metal, and one after another they filed in. Completely ignoring me, the female commander moved over to the wall to my right, pushing in the stones in what appeared to be a very precise pattern. The second Blade, hanging the ring of keys from a hook on his belt moved towar... |
Uriel Septim VII; the Emperor of all Tamriel stepped inside the suddenly cramped cell with his last bodyguard following dutifully behind. His robes were magnificent, furs wrapped around his shoulders and silks so expensive that their cost alone could’ve supplied an entire legion for months had been pulled tight around... |
There was little to do but to stand there in silence, eyes wide in surprise and shock at the sight of the most powerful of men standing in the very last place I expected to see him. What surprised me even more was when he glanced in my direction for a heartbeat, stopping in mid stride and looking even more shocked to ... |
"You..." I started at the sound of his voice, feeling a surge of terror as he and all three of his bodyguards looked at me. "I’ve seen you..." |
I pressed myself further into the wall as the closest Blade glanced between me and his charge, his grip tightening around the hilt of his Katana menacingly. With a gesture the Emperor stopped him, not taking his eyes from my own as he shuffled closer. |
"You are the one from my dreams..." He murmured, his voice suddenly growing softer despite how his face hardened. "Then the stars were right, and this is the day." "Gods give me strength." |
Running my tongue over my lips I glanced between him and his guards, seeing their expressions of confusion mirroring my own. "What’s going on?" I asked, the only words that I managed to choke out of my throat. |
The Emperor sighed, looking suddenly a lot older than even his considerable years. "Assassins attacked my sons, and I’m next. My Blades are leading me out of the city along a secret escape route." His smile was grim, even though he was chuckling as he gestured to me. "By chance, the entrance to that escape route leads... |
Scraping and grinding, the wall began to open and as a single entity the trio of Blades stepped into a protective circle around the Emperor. |
"We better not close this one. There’s no way to open it from the other side." |
The nearest Blade lightly rested his hand on the Emperor’s shoulder, receiving only the merest of glances from the aged ruler. "Please sir, we must keep moving." |
"What should I do?" I stammered, feeling totally confused and looking at the determined set of their faces. |
A smile, so tiny that it was almost unnoticeable ran across the Emperor’s face. "You will find your own path." He motioned to the opened passage as he turned and allowed himself to be led down the tunnel. "Take care, there will be blood and death before the end." |
The third and last Blade moved past me, disappearing into the darkness of the tunnel. For a brief moment he spared me a grin in my direction as he followed his comrades. "Looks like this is your lucky day." Flints clacked together, and in a shower of sparks the torch in his hand came to life. "Just stay out of our way... |
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