14th of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 201
I’m exhausted, but happy. We found him! We found Thorald and he was still alive and still in remarkably good spirits considering what he had been through. I’m writing from the Four Shields Tavern in Dragon Bridge again, with a couple bottles of mead and a warm meal in front of me.
I knew that after what it smelled like last week, it would be so much worse this time after another week of maggots and flies feasting on rotting altmer. It would be a smell unbearable beyond belief, making it impossible to focus on the task at hand. I mentioned it to Avulstein, and he agreed. He also mentioned a tip his father had given him years ago, which involved making a paste of snowberries, wheat and a chicken egg, then adding a pinch of frost mirriam. He said that putting this paste across your nose does a pretty good job keeping the smell out, so I figured we could give it a try since I had all four ingredients and nothing to lose with the attempt.
When Avulstein and I returned to Northwatch Keep, I told him my new plan. I had found a potion the last time we had been there that allowed me to resist lightning spells to some degree, but had forgotten to use it when we had faced the powerful Thalmor mage. I was going to use that for protection, and one of the poisons I had made back in Whiterun on one of my arrows to try and take out the archer, first. I told Avulstein to focus on the atronach while I took on the mage, hoping with more even numbers we stood a better chance.
It almost worked to perfection. Unfortunately, my poisoned, fire-inducing arrow, while undetected from the shadows, was not enough to take down the archer. It was an amazing shot, though, from the deep recesses of the hallway, up over the first room into the higher second room, striking him flush in the chest. As soon as it hit, I heard the Thalmor mage conjure his atronach and knew we had to make our move, and quickly. I sprinted to the other side of the room as I felt, and heard, a fireball go flying past my head! Avulstein charged and engaged the atronach with his steel battleaxe and I ran towards the mage, dodging a lightning bolt as I went.
I got the first strike in with Havoc, but it wasn’t a full hit and the Thalmor mage acted as if he hadn’t even been touched. He shot lightning out of both of his hands, sending electric shocks coursing through my body. Even with the resistance potion, it stung and was doing significant damage to me. I tried maneuvering away from him, but the lightning followed no matter where I went. I tried fighting through it, hitting him with everything I had and again seemingly doing no damage to him whatsoever!
Then I heard an arrow go flying past my head, clanging off of the wall, missing me by an inch or two. I turned a little to try and locate the archer and saw him having just reached the bottom of the stairs, while at the same time hearing Avulstein deliver a finishing blow to the atronach. Perfect, I thought. I yelled to him “NOW” and he ran over to my side, clearing the way for me to unleash my battle cry, catching both of them! This time I ran after the archer, with Avulstein chasing down the mage.
That archer could run! He made it all the way down the hall we had come from earlier and around the corner. In his fear-induced panic I found him cowering in the corner, and brought Havoc down upon him with a mighty swing, ending his life with one blow. I turned around and sprinted back to the main room, anxious to help my nord brother bring down that ferocious altmer mage. The problem was, I couldn’t find them anywhere!
No sign of them in the hallway, or in the main room, which left me with 2 choices, up the stairs to the higher room, or down the other hallway in the mage’s sleeping quarters. I chose the latter, making down the hall and into his room, but still not finding either of them. My heart rate picked up and I began to fear the worst, when all of a sudden I heard the forceful grunt of Avulstein bringing down his axe along with the thunk-sound it made as it found its mark in the high elf's chest.
I ran back the way I had come to find both of them just inside the door to the hallway I was in, the Thalmor cornered and still suffering from the effects of my shout. Seizing the opportunity, I joined Avulstein in the slaughter, as we both leveled blow after blow upon him. I couldn’t believe his strength! He must have used some powerful magical protection spell since he had already withstood at least 4 of my strikes and 3 that I witnessed from Avulstein! He was about to stand back up and unleash some fireballs or lightning bolts upon us when Havoc finally brought an end to his filthy, racist life. My axe pierced through his back, through his heart and poked out of his chest on the other side, dripping that obnoxious high elf blood from its tip.
Having already used my battle cry, I was a little hesitant to continue through the keep, but Avulstein is an amazing compatriot and filled me with confidence and venom and the desire to press on. We approached the door at the far end of the top room, only to find it locked! I went back, searched the mage, and thankfully found a key on him that opened the door.
When we went through, there was a Thalmor guard right in front of us, who immediately called for help. Avulstein and I rushed him and began the process of splitting him open with our axes just as another mage arrived. It turns out this new adversary he was the Thalmor “interrogator” in charge of torturing Thorald for information, and he was rather powerful. In close quarters like this, though, with both of us unloading on him with our battleaxes, he didn’t stand a chance. He hit both of us with several bolts of lightning and some flames, but after what we had been through with that other mage, this was nothing.
A minute or two after it had begun the fight was over, with pools of rancid altmer blood covering the floor. We headed off to the far room where the interrogator had come from to see if Thorald was still alive. When we saw the instruments of torture that were being used, and the revolting mess that was in the room, our hopes sank. Yet there he was, chained by his wrists to the wall, but alive! He couldn’t remember how long he had been there, or what exactly he had told them, but it didn’t matter. He was still alive and was now reunited with his brother!
I stayed back a little to let them embrace and Avulstein called me forward to introduce me to his brother. I felt like I already knew him, and told him how amazing his brother is. How hard he had fought to rescue him, and how he had saved my life on more than one occasion. As is his style, Avulstein deflected all of my praise, throwing most of it back onto me, but none of that mattered. After helping Thorald up and letting him stretch out a little, he picked up a mace and proclaimed himself ready to take on anything we hadn’t left in a bloody pool on the floor!
We made our way past the entryway and down another hallway. Thorald had mentioned hearing other screams and voices from that direction. It wasn’t long before we came across 3 other holding cells, only 2 of which had someone still alive inside. I found the levers to open their gates and freed them. I guess they knew each other, for they stayed behind for a few moments to embrace and collect themselves.
We decided to press on, since there were no more weapons for them anyway, and came to another long hallway. I could see a guard sitting at a table at the end of the hall and quickly mentioned to the brothers to stay low and in the shadows. I took out my bow and poisoned another of my orcish arrows, took careful aim, and let fly an arrow from nearly 50 paces away. Like the archer before him, it hit home in his chest, lit him on fire, but didn’t kill him. We were still in the shadows, though, and he hadn’t seen us yet. I quickly notched another arrow to my bowstring and sent that one right into his neck, setting him on fire and dropping him to the ground, dead.
There was only one other Thalmor left after that, and with the three of us bludgeoning him to death, he didn’t last very long. Finally we saw the door, and heard the cold wind blowing against it outside, and knew that we were at the end of this horrible place. We went outside, glad to have some fresh air after the horrible stench that had consumed us while inside the keep, and said our goodbyes.
They didn’t dare go back to Whiterun, no matter how much Thorald wanted to see his mother. The guards, Battle-Borns and Imperials would all recognize him on sight, so they have decided to meet up with the Stormcloaks in Windhelm. I told them about the report I heard over in Dragon Bridge, and they promised to look into it on their way. With that they headed east along the coast, and I headed back up the mountains towards Dragon Bridge. I brought all the salvageable gear I could carry-it may be hideous to look at, but the Khajits pay quite well for the elven gear.
Luckily, the Khajits had their camp set up outside of Solitude, and were able to purchase all of the gear I was carrying. There was even a member there who offered to train me how to pick some elementary locks, teaching me about tumblers, pick placement and the importance of listening and breathing! It took a little longer than I would have like, but by not going into Solitude to sell my goods I still had time to make it back to Dragon Bridge before nightfall, allowing me to stay at the inn here rather than spend another night in that imperial-infested city. I will head back to Northwatch Keep in the morning to collect a few more things, and then I’m off to Whiterun to meet with Fralia. Perhaps I will break my morning fast at the ancient bridge to draw the waterfalls next to town, it is a breathtaking view!