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I watched as she suddenly heaved, simultaneously groaning from the pain and forcing herself not to throw up. "I thought that they had killed you." |
"For a while there they nearly succeeded with both of us." |
Carefully she sat up a little bit higher and clutched at the mass of bandages around her chest. Other than the salves and the cloth wrappings she wore little else and it was hard not to notice the strong, athletic body underneath the injuries and bruising. "What happened?" |
I looked around and allowed the vampire to come to the surface just enough to ensure that there wasn’t anyone in earshot. Satisfied that no one was within the vicinity I looked over to her and felt strangely guilty. "They captured you, Mankar Camoran escaped with the amulet and I may have lost control over myself." |
The silence between us dragged out painfully long as she stared ahead into nothingness. "When you say that you lost control... How exactly?" |
"I killed them all." |
She looked over to me and stared for a moment, studying my expression and the guilt that I was obviously showing. "I don’t see that as a bad thing." |
"It wasn’t the fact that I killed them all, but the way I did so. I ripped them apart, drank their blood and even ate their flesh." I felt sick remembering how I had bitten Camoran’s daughter’s face off and how exquisite it had tasted as I swallowed. |
"But you got me out of there." Conflicting emotions waged a war beneath the surface of her waxy, pale skin. "and I am thankful for that." |
"You pulled me from Oblivion, so I think we are even now." |
"I merely dragged you up a few flights of stairs. You came in and rescued me and managed to get me to healers. That’s... That’s a bit different." |
She looked over the mass of bandages and the tiny spots of blood that were beginning to seep through the cloth from where her movements had reopened the wounds. "How bad was I injured?" |
"Punctured lung, broken ribs, perforated bowel, assorted internal haemorrhaging and of course a blood stream filled with enough toxins to have killed an orc." |
The silence dragged out again and her fingers pressed lightly into her bandage covered stomach. "That explains the pain. What about you?" |
"Broken forearm, cracked ribs, a fresh hole in the shoulder, broken eye socket, internal bruising, minor haemorrhaging, and enough deep tissue bruising to ensure that walking from here to the next room over takes half an hour." |
"You look good for it." her voice was surprisingly honest and even held a few traces of concern. |
"Yeah, but suspiciously so. The guildsmen think that I was able to fix most of the damage with magicka before they found us." |
"But you think differently?" |
"I know it’s not the field aid I gave myself that has left me sitting here mostly intact." With a slightly trembling hand I gestured to my body. "I should be dead, but it’s my curse that has left me sitting here feeling pretty good all things considered while you are left bed-ridden." |
The frown of pain that scrunched her features as she lowered herself down again made her appear terrible to behold. "From here that doesn’t seem too much like a curse. Pain might be a handmaiden to my people but there are times where it isn’t as welcome." |
She turned her head on the pillow, hair cascading over her shoulders and covering the bed covers. "All these long months I have been on the surface I had thought that there was nothing redeeming or worthwhile to be found. I had been yet to find someone that hadn’t intended to harm or use me. Often I was attacked on si... |
There was a sigh as she closed her eyes, feeling every inch of the pain that was running through her body. "You however seem to be different, and I am unable to decide whether that is a good thing or whether merely time will show your true colours." |
"I don’t intend on harming you Viconia. Not now, or ever." |
"So you say." The grin that spread on her face was a combination of satisfaction and amusement. "You do have my thanks though for pulling me from that situation. It was... not pleasant to be reminded of what it is to be helpless, but for the moment I think I shall sleep again." |
"I’ll be here." I replied, and her eyes cracked open slightly as she regarded me with a strange expression. The smile softened for a moment and within minutes of settling into the pillow she had gone back to sleep. |
For the night I stayed by her side, resting like I had done on a handful of occasions in the various taphouses in Khuul by the expediency of resting my head on the table or by leaning back against the wall with my head jammed into the corner. Despite the pains in my body I could almost feel my flesh knitting, the brui... |
As morning broke over the city I was still sitting in the chair, facing the door and dozing on and off. The fighters were wholly dissimilar than the Blades or Legionaries. There was no regimented activity or schedule that was painstakingly kept to the minute. They all went to bed when they chose, rose when they chose ... |
Viconia slept like the dead, barely even murmuring or rolling in her sleep as the combination of her injuries and the applied salves ensured that she would spend the next few days resting. Ohtesse and one of the younger acolytes arrived shortly after the tolling of the breakfast bells to change dressings and check on ... |
"I do have my concerns for your friend." Ohtesse said, carefully wrapping the last length of cloth around my chest and securing it tightly. |
Lowering my arm, I turned and looked back at her, feeling the tightness of my shoulder slowly dissipating. "I thought you had managed to heal her injuries quite well..." |
"Her physical ailments are healing well, and in the next three days she’ll be fit to fight or even run a marathon. But they aren’t the injuries that I’m concerned with." |
She saw my hardening gaze and breathed out deeply, motioning her unease with her hands. "She has suffered an awful amount of damage, and as far as I can discern her recent injuries are but some of the lesser wounds she has received." |
"How do you mean?" |
"I mean that if you took all of the members of the Cheydinal guild that they might come close to the total amount of injuries she has suffered." Quickly with her long fingers Ohtesse ticked them off. "Nearly every bone has significant stress fractures, her hands have been broken and set on several occasions, nose set ... |
"Self-inflicted?" I asked, voice dropping to a whisper. |
"By Mara’s name no. but I know torture when I see it. She has been systematically abused with everything you can imagine. Fists, blades, whips, and everything in between. I shudder to think of what she has gone through, but it’s especially frightening to consider what damage has been done to her psyche." |
"I have some idea already in that regards." |
Ohtesse reached forward and patted me on my unwounded shoulder. "Whatever she has gone through has left a damaged being behind. I know just from a glance that she looks and probably is as tough as an old boot, but needs more than just my healing hands and salves to treat those wounds. She needs someone to look out for... |
"If the gods would stop throwing crap our way it’d be a lot easier." |
Her smile was faint but she nodded, standing up and nodding in the direction of the door. Standing and waiting for her to finish was the guild’s porter; Rodeber. |
"Package just arrived." He rasped, the terrible injury that had left him bereft of a nose would ensure that his voice would be nasally and wet for the rest of his life. "The messenger almost killed his horse on the front steps." |
Thanking Ohtesse and Rodeber I took the package from his hands, feeling it’s weight and wondering why Jauffre had sent a reply in such a way. The box itself was only large enough to contain a book but was secured, wrapped in cloth and weighed a lot for its size. Carefully unwrapping and breaking the wax seal on the le... |
The powerful orc leader of the local Guild spent his time either training, fighting or eating. Like most of his kind he enjoyed a good fight and didn’t so much care whether it was a training session against his comrades, a raid against goblins or bandits or even a tavern brawl as long as it got the blood fired up. In ... |
"Mornin’." He rumbled through a mouthful of roast boar, washing it down with a mouthful of some potent alcohol and motioning for me to sit. |
"Morning." I placed the box down in front of me and ripped a leg of chicken off one of his plates, my hunger finally starting to make itself felt above how much blood I had drunk. "Do you have any commanders or seconds in command that you think should know about what’s going on?" |
Pausing in mid bite he stared at me with a look of astonishment. "Story time is it?" |
At seeing my nod he turned and whistled loudly, a somewhat impressive feat for someone who had a pair of tusks permanently jutting through his lips. |
Waiting for a few minutes a pair of hulking fighters appeared from the rest of the chapterhouse. The first, the hulking Nord that I had seen when they had found us stepped in through a doorway that seemed too small to contain his bulk. Another entered just shortly after he did, a tall whip-thin altmer with a face full... |
"This is Keld and Ohtimbar. They are both my seconds in command." Burz rolled his powerful neck muscles and looked at me with renewed interest, glancing between my face and the box sitting in front of me. "I’m guessing you’ve been told how much you can tell us." |
"The Blades apparently trust you all enough for me to tell you the whole story." My reply got their attention immediately and for the next half an hour the three of them stared at me with stupefied expressions on my face as I told them everything that had happened since the Emperor’s death. For the trio of hard-bitten... |
"Malacath’s hairy nutsack." Burz gro-Khash spluttered after I had finished, looking down at the flagon grasped in his massive fist and only just realising that he had held it for the entire time I spoke. "Well, that sure as shit explains what brought you here but why do you need us?" |
"There are no Blades left nearby who can come and secure the Shrine for at least a week, maybe more and who knows what will happen before then. We need a group of experienced fighters to hold it in the meantime." |
"We don’t work for free." Keld growled, scowling and shaking his head so that his braided beard quivered. |
"That’s why they have allowed me to provide suitable compensation for your assistance." I pushed the box over to them and watched as their jaws hit the floor at the sight of several hundred gold septims. It was more than an entire month’s of goblin hunting sitting before them. |
"We’ll, you lot definitely don’t like screwing around." Ohtimbar replied this time, a tiny stream of gold falling from his fist back into the box. "We can’t give up our current contracts though." |
"I know that, and you know that." Leaning back in his chair and necking another frothy mouthful of alcohol Burz scratched his jaw absently. "Some of them though can be postponed for a short while at least. There’ll be enough warm bodies spare to go get this place locked down." |
"There will be higher injuries among the hunters." |
"Doesn’t matter. We have enough gold here to even get Rodeber laid. The boys will just have to suck it up." He looked over to me and nodded. "Looks like we’re at your service. I’m guessing that you’ll want us there immediately?" |
"The sooner the better, yes." |
"Well then, as you were able to make it down here on your own two legs I suppose that you’d be able to show us where this place is at least." |
"That is part of the plan." I replied, feeling somewhat concerned that I would have to leave Viconia behind for even a few hours. |
We quickly prepared for the short journey, Burz and his two lieutenants going around and mustering whatever members they came across until a full twelve of them were armouring and readying themselves for anything. My own equipment and weapons were brought, the few that weren’t irreparably ruined by the fighting in the... |
Viconia was awake when I made my way back to her room, taking the attentions of Ohtesse and her assistant with ill grace and slapping at their hands. She saw how I wore my leather and chainmail and Sunchild’s presence at my hip, her eyes darkening for a moment and fear briefly making itself felt. |
"Jauffre has asked that the Fighters Guild guards the shrine until more Blades can come and secure it." I said simply, seeing her face darkening not in anger at me but at the weakness of her body and inability to follow. "I’m leading them there but I will come straight back." |
Her scowl was vicious but it wasn’t directed at me. "Make sure you retrieve my sword." She said simply as I left the room to join the rest of the fighters. |
Burz, Keld of the Isles and twelve other heavily armed and armoured fighters followed me into the light, retrieving horses from the stables outside the city gates and making our way to the north. We spared no time, making all haste as I led the party to the caverns and home to the Mythic Dawn. For the entire journey I... |
It was not long before we started following the trail of bloodshed and death that I had strewn through the tunnels, and my fears of discovery or at a minimum of answering difficult questions were lessened somewhat. In the hours since I had left with Viconia in my arms the caverns had turned into the home of scavengers... |
Most of the corpses we came across were already in various states of decay or had been feasted upon by the swarm of vermin. All of the bodies I was thankful to see were unrecognisable, their bloated, putrid forms with flesh stripped in places ensuring that the fighters were unable to determine the exact nature of thei... |
They were however increasingly awestruck by the sheer quantity of cultists I had slew, stepping around and over the bodies of the dead and clearing each and every corridor and room with an experienced ease. It took a relatively short time to clear every nook and cranny of the shrine, relighting braziers and torches as... |
The fighters effectively cleared the entire series of caverns and caves, and I followed behind ensuring that I stayed out of their way. Dozens of storerooms were scattered throughout the caverns, as well as numerous sleeping areas where dozens of beds lined the walls and dining rooms and areas set aside for preparing ... |
Other rooms were found that seemed to answer some questions, but created several more in their place. Several printing presses were found with significant stocks of resources for mass production of the accursed Commentaries, and another storeroom seemed to be filled with dozens of packing crates. Upon being forced ope... |
For what purposes these rooms served would remain a mystery for the time being, and I soon found myself leading Burz towards the central shrine. The base of the towering ziggurat was a slaughterhouse of the dead, and even Burz was stopped in mid step at the sight of so many corpses. |
"How in oblivion did you manage this?" Burz murmured as he simply strode through the bodies with the sounds of breaking bones and squelching of organs echoing through the space. He had no fear of death and barely even glanced at the remains where some of the other fighters hung back looking distinctly pale and sick. |
"Nearly all of them were unarmed, and none were trained or able warriors." I made my way up the stairs, picking through the human refuse and ignoring the faceless corpse that had been stripped of nearly all of her flesh from gnawing fangs. |
"Still..." he seemed suspicious for a moment, before shrugging and following me up the stairs. He had decided that the answers to his questions were probably not ones he really wanted to know. |
The rest of the group scattered through the rooms and corridors, searching and securing as they went. I returned to the sacrificial stone, seeing scattered about it a handful of Viconia’s effects and retrieving the gleaming Dragonbane from where it lay in amongst the ancient bloodstains. |
"Well this is going to be boring. You didn’t leave anyone for us." Barz looked somewhat disappointed that he hadn’t been able to put his mace to use. |
"I don’t like doing things half-arsed." |
He laughed at that, watching as I slid the ebony and silver scabbard into my belt and making to return back down the stairs. |
As I went to step back down the stairs I stopped, looking over to the stone dais where Mankar Camoran had been delivering his sermon and laying eyes on the massive tome sitting on top of it. It was a hideous thing, wrapped in what could only be human skin and daubed in horrific runes that seemed to twist and writhe of... |
Carefully I wrapped it in a torn strip of tapestry that I clawed from the walls, feeling the horrid sensation of the book even through the fabric. It squirmed in my grasp, feeling disgustingly alive even as I pushed it into my pack. |
"Think you can handle it from here?" I asked the orc as he watched me wrap up the loathsome thing. |
"It’s a babysitting duty, and I just realised that I didn’t bring any ale." He nodded once and clapped me on the back. "We’ll be fine until the Blades rock up. Best be getting you back to Cheydinhal and that pretty friend of yours I suppose." |
Returning to Cheydinhall I was glad to have found myself in the strangely cosy walls of the Fighters Guild chapterhouse. The ride to and from the caverns was shorter than the time it would have taken to march that distance on foot and Barz kept me company for the return. Twelve veteran fighters would be more than capa... |
Barz and I chatted on the way back, telling each other brief stories of past adventures as I attempted to take my mind off the fact that I was aggravating all my wounds again. He knew how much I was hurting and the pace on horseback was only barely faster than walking pace which was a fact I was exceedingly thankful f... |
Viconia’s face alighted when I returned, which appeared to be a combination of my appearance and the fact that Dragonbane returned to her possession once more. We sat together in the darkening afternoon, talking for a while and having naps several times until night finally fell before I retired to my own room for a pr... |
Recovering our strength would take days, and in Viconia’s case possibly even weeks before we were fully fighting fit once more. My curse soon left me healed a lot sooner, but the massive amount of bruising would cover my body in the sickly yellow-black stains for a while to come. I spent my days mostly by Viconia’s si... |
With Viconia still not able to travel the distance between Cheydinhal and the home of the Blades it was her suggestion that I assist the local Guildsmen and fulfil some contracts. While the pay would be measly, it would be enough to get us the few items we needed and would at least keep me busy instead of, in her word... |
Burz gro-Khash seemed pleased at the offer of the assistance, making me a "temporary’ associate of the Guild and sending me on a handful of missions. Between the handful of weapons deliveries and the couple of goblin patrols that I joined I soon received at least enough septims to replenish our supplies and equipment ... |
By the time a week had passed Viconia had healed enough to be able to climb into a saddle once more and walk, albeit stiffly for further than the front doors of the guild. I could see the pain and disgust that she held herself in for such weakness, and I knew that being so helpless was eating away at her in ways that ... |
Thirteen days after arriving at Cheydinhall and the ambush at the Lake we once more mounted our horses set off for our return to Cloud Ruler Temple. Barz and several of the other fighters escorted us to the stables where our mounts had been well cared for during their stay and most genuinely seemed sorry to see us lea... |
Bidding our farewells we made our way to the west, following the highways in the direction of the towering heights of the Imperial City and White Gold Tower visible many dozens of kilometres away. Each night we made camp alongside the road the times we were unable to make it to a coaching house, village or inn. Despit... |
On one such night I learned even more about my growing vampiric powers, deciding to try to slake my growing thirst before I lost control over it. It had been over a week since my gluttonous feasting in the Mythic Dawn’s Shrine and while I believed I could have held off for a day or two more I was not willing to take t... |
As the last flickering light fluttered and died she turned around and went to make her way out the door but stopped in midstride, staring uncomprehendingly into the darkness where I stood with less than a metre between us. The vampire had surfaced and I was struggling to control its primal urges as we looked into each... |
I could feel her distress growing, the desire to run and flee into the light and safety that the tavern a dozen metres away offered. The smell of her growing fear was potent and stronger than alcohol to my mind as I breathed it in, but as I carefully moved closer to her I could feel that fear dimming. My mind seemed t... |
Instead there was a soft sigh as my clawed hand reached out and caressed the side of her face, allowing me to feel the shudder of disgust and arousal ripple through her body. With nothing more than my willpower I held her there in my gaze, drawing her closer and carefully moving us into a nearby portion of the stable ... |
She was wholly under my control now, and there was no resistance as I lowered her into the hay and gently held her by the hip and the back of a neck in a foul parody of a lover’s embrace. I could feel her youth and humble beauty under my palms, feeling her writhe under my bodyweight even as I pressed her into the hay ... |
The feel of the sudden intrusion made her twist in my grasp, groaning slightly as she gripped the back of my head with something approaching pleasure. There was no desire for her body within my mind even as she writhed like a lover under me as I gulped down her coppery blood with the utmost satisfaction. I could feel ... |
Carefully and with my enhanced sight I looked over her, ensuring that there were no traces of my feeding, leaving nothing more than a pair of tiny pink bumps that would fade over the coming days. So miniscule were the wounds that they would be mistaken for fleabites and as I helped her to her feet I somehow knew that ... |
She made her way back out of the stable, wandering confusingly for a handful of paces as my control fell away. For what appeared to be an age she stood in the night, staring up at the tavern with a lack of comprehension about what had happened before she shook herself as though waking from a dream and returned to the ... |
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