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    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    Shork had not expected such a long and personal story, and only caught snippets of the girls tale. Supposedly the scout had resembled one of their dead relatives, which the kid had been around to see the demise of. He once again felt bad for the kid, but was now faced with coming up with a response. Fortunately the vampiress -who he now new of as Aliah, thanks to Alice- came up with one for him. "Alice...why don't you take her to the priests in the temple of Mara? I didn't think about it at first, but might they be able to help?" and with that she was gone from the room, probably off to feed after his suggestion.

    Now alone in the room with the two sisters, Shork decided to agree with Aliah's idea. "I 'aint the sentimental type, to be honest with you. But the Elf had a good idea. Mara's the love goddess, right? Lucky you. Maybe I could acc..." he trailed off, looking at how dark it had become outisde. "Eh, maybe go in the morning. I might join you, but temples and worship 'aint my thing, as you can imagine." With that he too left, giving them some privacy and time to think. After quickly downing a few pints of ale at the bar, the Orc made for the door, wondering where his inebriated wanderings would take him. Plenty of thugs around these parts to pick a brawl with...
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Salthar arrived at the inn shortly after most of the others. The vampire lord didn't bother purchasing a room for himself. He didn't plan on doing much sleeping while in Riften. He noticed Elizabeth had gotten in from seeing to the guardsmen, and was heading up to the second floor of the inn. Probably to go check on Alice and Cilla. Salthar had other plans.

    He followed her to the stairs, though he didn't pursue her up them. "Not so fast, my young friend. It's time we returned to your lessons."

    The young Imperial glanced up at one of the rooms, and started to protests "Alice and Cilla-"

    "Can surely survive without you. For a few hours, at least."

    He pointed imperiously at a free table. Once she'd taken her seat, somewhat reluctantly, he noted, he said "now let's see if you can tell me the fundamentals of destruction magic. Starting, with how a mage summons flames."
     

    Blackwhite1223

    Well-Known Member
    Torin wasn't exactly satisfied with the vampires explanation, but he realized that Salthar wasn't about to give him anything else. Most of the others headed off towards the inn, to get rooms for the next couple of nights. He turned to Averaine and Donath, both of whom had stayed near the gates.

    The ranger walked over to them, motioning beyond the gates. "I'm not sure about either of you, but I cannot rest knowing those brotherhood scouts are still free to terrorize the population of the Rift." Torin hoped the two of them would accompany him. He didn't fear the scouts. In the forest, very few were more skilled than he, but their help could prove invaluable, should it come to a fight. A moment later, he heard the boots of his companions approaching and allowed himself a small smile.

    Together, the three of them made their way out of the city, and towards the forest where the skirmish had taken place. It did not take him long to find the prints of the fleeing scouts. It appeared they were more concerned with getting away from the city, rather than hiding their tracks. "They're headed north. Probably hoping to get back to their camp or Windhelm before Riften can organize pursuit."
     

    willowwisp

    Well-Known Member
    Elizabeth sighed as Salthar pointed to the unoccupied table. She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised that he'd be expecting her ready to learn once more. She took a seat, the vampire sitting across from her."Now let's see if you can tell me the fundamentals of destruction magic. Starting, with how a mage summons flames." Elizabeth bit her lip, recalling the lessons from months ago. "A mage summons flames by channeling destruction magic, and concentrating heat into the palm of their hand. The intensity of the spell depends mostly on the power of the mage. A less powerful mage can cast fireballs and the like, but it's draining."
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    "Bah, breaks are for the weak anyways" Donath grunted, following Torin and Averaine back outside of Riften. Of course, he would have liked to get a bottle of black-briar mead or two in him first. The ranger lead the way, navigating the forest with the skill of someone who'd spent most of his life in it.

    Once they returned to the site of the battle, Torin took a few seconds to find the scouts trail. "They're headed north. Probably hoping to get back to their camp or Windhelm before Riften can organize pursuit." Donath took a few steps in the indicated direction, then frowned. He knelt, then stood, holding a bow, still strung, and in good condition.

    "Aye. Look at this." He held the weapon up for inspection by the others. "What kind of soldier leaves his weapon behind?" Donath hadn't thought the brotherhood would stand for deserters.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    After Aliah and Shork left the girls remained on the bed and just sat there. There was no talking, no consolation, no hugs or cuddles of sympathy. They simply sat there on that cloudy Riften day being with each other. It was how they grew up back in Cyrodiil and it was what they did best. After about ten minutes raindrops started to hit the window across from the bed and after a few minutes later it picked up into a steady downpour. That was when Cilla finally spoke up.

    "It's raining." She said, looking out the window and back to Alice.

    "It sure is." Alice said quietly. Cilla talking again was a very good sign and she was tempted to make some big show of it, but she knew from personal experience that when someone was getting over a big shock they had to be treated very gently. Otherwise you could scare them silent again and Alice couldn't do that. "It's nice isn't it?"

    "Yeah." She paused. "It sure gets rainy in Riften."

    "Yep. Rainy Riften."

    "Good day for a nap, don't you think?"

    "Definitely." Alice said, smiling down at her little sister. "I've heard naps are made even better with jammies."

    "I've heard that too. Jammies with feet are the best and we both have some. Could you...maybe...help me change into mine?"

    Alice took Cilla into her arms and kissed her head. "You bet I will."

    They both undressed and neatly folded their clothes on a trunk at the end of their bed, then Alice changed into her own pajamas before helping Cilla into hers. They were warm, cute and comfy as ever and a very nice change from the days of traveling and sleeping outside. Alice pulled the covers back for both of them and got herself and Cilla into bed and covered up. They both laid their heads down onto the bed's two pillows and Alice pulled Cilla into a protective, almost instinctive embrace. Cilla returned the embrace just as instinctively and felt completely safe in her big sister's arms. Alice felt an almost motherly warmth flow through her as they fell asleep together. Snuggled up, warm, comfortable and most importantly, safe.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    The three of them, Averaine, Torin and Donath, made their way into the forest, backtracking until they reached the site of the battle. It took Torin mere seconds to discover the souts tracks, heading back north, probably towards Windhelm, or a camp between there and Riften.

    Donath retrieved a bow from a short distance away. "What kind of soldier leaves his weapon behind?" Averaine frowned. "The kind that has no intention of returning to his army. Deserters. Odd, though. Why flee north, if they've left the brotherhood behind?"
     

    WindWalker

    Well-Known Member
    Julius listened to Salthar read the note. The information was worrying, but since the people of Riften didn't seem too panicked, Julius guessed they didn't know anything about the attacks. Salthar suggested that they get rooms for a couple of nights. Alice and Cilla had already gone to the bannered mare with Aliah and the orc mercenary. Julius headed after them. By the time he got there, the elven vampiress was leaving, and the orc followed soon after. Julius went up the stairs, retracing the elf and orcs footsteps. He noticed the door across from him was slightly open. Glancing inside, he noticed Alice and Cilla both sound asleep. He smiled and sat in the chair beside the bed. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, not wanting to startle her or wake up Cilla. "Hey, beautiful. I didn't get a chance to say it before, but I'm glad you're with us.
     

    Blackwhite1223

    Well-Known Member
    Torin agreed with the others assessment of the scouts behavior. The scouts hadn't seemed like the bravest of soldiers and he hadn't been surprised when they'd fled the skirmish once the fellowship had arrived. The tracks continued for a short ways north, away from the city, Torin and the others keeping as close to them as possible.

    The harsh voices of carrion birds caught his attention. Huge black crows settled on the branches a short distance away. Or circled above a point. Torin picked up the pace, urging the others to do the same. Moments later, they came across the scouts. There were so many tracks in the clearing is was hard to tell where they'd approached from. But the corpses on the ground left no question as to what had happened to them.

    More alarming than the dead scouts was the numerous new tracks Torin discovered. At least a dozen pairs of armoured boots were marching back towards the city. "They're not going north." He muttered, wondering how old the tracks were. It hadn't rained very recently, which made it harder, but Torin guessed no more than an hour or two. "Come! We might catch them before we reach the city!" He called to Averaine and Donath.
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    "They're not going north." Torin said, after he and the others had time to look over the corpses of the scouts. "So much for deserting" Donath muttered. The ranger wasn't paying attention though, already having found another set of tracks. Different tracks. Donath had seen hundreds of similar tracks during his days as a stormcloak.

    Torin urged them to hurry, and Donath didn't need to be told twice. The three of them followed the tracks to the bank of lakes, where an old tunnel had been uncovered. "Old drainage line." Donath could detect dampness and a mildew from within, but not the refuse usually associated with a cities waste disposal.

    "Hasn't been used for a while, would be my guess. Except for gettin' their troops inside o' Riften."
    He removed his pack, and removed a small torch. With his other hand, he removed his axe and dropped into the tunnel. "My guess'd be this links up with the ratway" he called to the others.
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Aliah headed deeper into the slums of Riften. She didn't want to feed on a helpless beggar, though there was an abundance of them. She knew that thugs of the none-too-clever variety also inhabited this area of town. A few minutes later, she heard a couple of people walking behind her. Male, judging by the heaviness of their steps, but not guardsmen. Their footwear was unarmoured.

    "Well, well. Look what we have here, Jolf." The other man chuckled. "You lost, elf?" Aliah turned on her heel. taking in the two men. Neither were much to look at. Both had daggers in their hands. "Something like that" Aliah muttered.

    "Guess it doesn't matter now, elf. Hand over your coin." Both men eyed her, lust glittering in their eyes. "We'd also take...alternate payment." Before either man could decide what they wanted to do, Aliah acted. Drawing on her magic, she struck the man on the right with a blast of lightning. He shrieked and slammed into the wall of a house. He'd barely hit the ground, before she drew her sword and put it through his heart. His friend didn't have time to react, before she'd seized his wrist, and sank her fangs into his throat.

    She drank until the man stopped struggling, and let his body join his friends. "There's your alternate payment" she muttered. She wiped her mouth, and started making her way back to the inn. She'd nearly reached the more civilized area near it, when she heard her name. It was barely a whisper, but she heard it as if someone had been right beside her. She turned on her heel, scanning for the speaker. She saw the edge of a grey-white robe or cloak disappearing towards the ratway. Aliah knew it was important to meet the girls back at the inn, but something compelled her to follow.
     

    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    Shork had been following a pair of thuggish-types for a while now. Too drunk to consider his surroundings, all his addled mind seemed to care about was letting off some steam. Punching some good-for-nothing lowlifes was a good way of venting without the claws coming out. Unfortunately, if the men noticed him trailing after them, they didn't let on. Which was annoying at first, but then the Orc realized who they were after- Aliah. He could only think of one reason as to why the vampiress was in the slums district.

    She must have took his advice after all. For some reason this gave him a brief sense of happiness, but he shook it off as the pair finally drew her attention. It now occured to him that he had never seen the Elf woman fight before. Figuring she would be compotent based on the company she kept, Shork decided to sit this one out and watch the show.

    "We'd also take...alternate payment." was the last thing one of the men ever said. With a flash that made Shork blink the vampiress struck down the man on the right with a bolt of shock magic. The surviving lowlife was similarly surprised, and Aliah took advantage of his disorientation to claim her meal of the evening. After a minute or so both men were laying dead on the floor, the woman was casually walking back up to the streets and Shork was struggling not to throw up into the lakewater.

    After concluding that vampire feedings were not the most appealing type of spectacal after a few pints, Shork decided to follow the Elf. He quickly rifled through the pockets of the thug who hadn't been charred by lightning. He found no gold in their pockets, but after recalling the scout attack earlier that day he decided to keep the mans dagger, shoving it down his boot for later use.

    By the time he was done scavenging off the corpse, Aliah was almost out of site. He stumbled off in the direction she had gone. She reappeared in his view, but now had left the route to the surface in favour in heading into the more ominous area of the slums. She finally turned at one of the doorways. Shork could see a sign next to it, which wrote The Ratway.

    Before the Elf could disappear into the doorway, presumably to investigate something, her temporary stalker finally managed to catch up, but he made sure warn her of his presence. Even in his drunken state he knew how to avoid being electrocuted. "This place sounds rough." he pointed at the sign as the woman spun round. "Care for a companion?" the Orc asked, trying to sound friendly but coming off as boastful.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Alice stirred as she heard someone open their door. She had left it slightly open in case anyone wanted to come in. Cilla was still asleep in her arms and clinging to her so she didn't want to move much if she didn't have to. When she felt a hand stroking her hair and identified the owner however she became much more conflicted.

    It was Julius, greeting Alice as only he could and expressing his gratitude for her finally being able to join them. Alice knew just how he could show his gratitude but now wasn't the time. Cilla was quiet and comfortable for now but she had been though severe trauma and needed love and rest.

    "Mmmm...Hi." Alice said, turning her head to look at him but keeping Cilla secure. "I'm glad to be here too. I know just the way we can celebrate together but...I can't really move right now." She grinned at him. "I have a better idea. Why don't I scoot over and you take your boots off and get into bed with me."

    She started gently scooting Cilla further along the bed against the room's left wall. She stirred and gave a few soft moans but Alice gently shushed her. She only took Cilla out of her arms for as long was was necessary then reestablished her embrace. This was enough to get her to calm down and go back to sleep. There was enough room now for Julius to get next to Alice and join the rest.
     

    Blackwhite1223

    Well-Known Member
    Torin let Donath take the lead, with his torch. The older Nord was a veteran of many fights, and it was unlikely the old tunnel would branch out. Plus, with the tracks the northmen had left, it was likely the sound of their armoured boots striking the tunnel floor would reach them before they heard Torin and his companions. For a moment, he considered removing his bow, but decided against it. In the cramped close quarters of the tunnels, a ranged weapon would be worse than useless. Eventually, the tunnel began to change subtly, seeming less abandoned, and more lightly used. Most likely, used by those that didn't want to be found. "I think we might be in the ratway." He told the others, loosening his sword in its sheathe.

    Before either of the others could confirm his comment, The thud of armoured boots striking stone drew their attention. Torin drew his blade in time to see a group of armoured men, swords, spears and axes in hands. It became very clear that these men were no scouts. Most of them wore a mixture of leather, fur, and chainmail, but Torin noticed a few that wore plate mail, along with white surcoats. Despite the numbers, he guessed this wasn't the entirety of the brotherhood force. There were only eight, inlcuding the two platemailed men. He'd guessed there was at least twelve men, judging from what he'd seen in the forest. The men facing Torin and the others must have been the rearguard. Whoever they were, they didn't bother asking questions. Instead, they roared and charged. He cut down two brotherhood soldiers, both of whom made the mistake of jabbing at him seperately with their spears, rather than together.
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    "I think we might be in the ratway." Donath glanced around. He'd never actually been to Riftens ratway, but the tunnel was looking a little different than their entrance point. "Aye" He said, or at least, started to say, before he was cut off by the heaving hammering of soldiers boots on stone. Eight soldiers, six in the standard fur, leather and chainmail that was a little better than the scouts gear. The other two though...they had the air of professional soldiers. Even as the six men ahead of them bellowed and charged, they drew their swords, and advanced at a wary walk. Donath loosed a roar of his own, and dropped the torch, in favour of his axe. The first man, swinging a one handed axe, was greeted with Donaths blade crunching into his skull.

    Another soldier plowed into him, trying to use his shoulders to bowl the sturdy Nord over. But Donath was no amateur fighter, to actual battle, or barroom bars. He slammed his elbow down between the mans shoulder blades, and his opponent dropped like a sack of potatoes. With the only source of light now on the tunnel floor, and rapidly going out, he couldn't tell of the man was out for the count, or simply dazed. 'Probably shouldn't have dropped the damned thing.' He thought, swinging his axe at a shadowy shape infront of him. The shape yelped and leapt backwards, indicating a minor hit, at least. Donath shuffled back, remembering that a couple of men had been armed with spears. Being stabbed in the throat, in the dark, was not his idea of a good death.

    As he moved, he felt a hand grab his ankle, and pull. He fell, axe leaving his grip as he struck the ground. He roared in pain as a dagger punched into the meat of his thigh. That answered the question of weather the man was still conscious or not. His opponent yanked the blade out and placed a knee on Donaths chestplate, preparing for a killing blow. Donath saw the dim outline of an arm, and reached for it. With his other hand, he reached for the mans throat. He ended up grabbing his chin, but that was fine. At least he was grabbing in the right area. The knife-wielders free hand grabbed Donaths wrist, trying to pry him off. At the same time, Donath lunged forward, throwing the man free. With the sudden reversal, he took the opportunity to switch his grip to the soldiers throat, and slam his head against the hard stone floor. After two blows, the man stopped moving. To make sure, Donath jabbed his own dagger into his throat. He reclaimed his axe, and stood, wincing at the pain in his leg. It was nothing fatal, but damn, did it sting.
     

    WindWalker

    Well-Known Member
    Alice gently shoved Cilla to the other side of the bed, inviting him in. "As you wish, m'lady." He grinned and removed his boots. He slid into the bed, and rested an arm over Alices shoulder. He brought his hand down until it was just above her waist. "I've got a few ideas about what we could do..."He murmured in her ear. "But, uh...maybe that's not a great idea with Cilla in the room." He glanced out the window before deciding to change the subject. "Where did everybody go? I thought we were supposed to be resting here."
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Chaos erupted shortly after Torin spoke up, venturing that they'd wandered into Riftens' ratway. Battle cries ran out from ahead of them, and Donath dropped the torch. The tunnel plunged into darkness, and it took Averaines' eyes a few moments to adjust. He tore Goldbrand from its sheathe, just in time to parry the thrust of a spear. The warrior stepped back, trying to gain room for another attack. Averaine pursued, slapping aside another hasty thrust. He stepped forwards, delivering a thrust of his own. The first three inches of the knights sword entered the soldiers torso. The Nord gasped and slumped against the wall.

    He saw Donath fall to the ground, one of the soldiers that had been knocked off his feet straddling him with a dagger. Averaine was in no position to help, as one of the heavily armoured knights was striding towards him. The white surcoated knight opened with a powerful, overhead chop, that Averaine, even with his vampiric strength, had trouble blocking. Retreating a step, he struck out, a low, slashing assault. His opponent blocked it easily, and continued to advance. For the next few moments, the two knights dueled in the narrow confines of the tunnel.

    Averaines opponent was no normal soldier, and he certainly wasn't one of the scouts he'd fought earlier. This man was skilled in the art of swordplay. Almost as skilled as Averaine. The key word being almost. Averaine feinted left, and when the man moved to parry, he reversed the blade, and lunged. Almost half of Goldbrands blade punched through the mans throat. He shoved the dying man away and looked beyond him. Four of the brotherhood soldiers were dead, not counting the knight Averaine had just dealt with. The remaining three held their ground. No, these were definitely not standard brotherhood scouts.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    "Who cares?" Julius was now in bed with her with an arm wrapped around her waist and his warm body radiating heat to her. More importantly, Cilla was back asleep and still in her arms. The poor thing was exhausted from days of travelling and what she'd seen today rattled her so bad. It wasn't fair that she had to grow up like this. Always looking out for one war or another, waiting for her dad and big sister to come back from one, being in the middle of another, and now participating in a third. When Alice was Cilla's age and Cilla was a baby they were still all back in Cyrodiil. They had a comfortable home with a respectable place in their part of the city and their mother was still alive. Thinking back on it it seemed like the perfect life for a child. Alice and her brothers had been able to enjoy all of it. Why did Cilla get so much less?

    Alice snuggled her rear and back into Julius' chest and held herself there, getting comfortable between him and Cilla under the covers. "Jules? Do you think I'm a good sister?"
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Aliah turned on the speaker, relaxing slightly when she saw who it was. The Orc didn't look like he'd be much use as a companion. She could smell the alcohol wafting off him. On the other hand, she didn't think he'd take 'no' for an answer, and she didn't have time to argue with him. "Fine. Follow me, and stay quiet." She didn't want to give whoever it was she was following an hint that they were being followed. After giving her permission, the vampiress and werebear descended into the ratway. Besides the smell of rot and other unappetizing things, there was one scent that drew her on, reminded her of her childhood on the somerset isles. As unlikely as it was that such a scent could exist down here.

    She was so caught up in following it that she nearly didn't hear the gruff voices and clank of armour. She stopped just ahead of a corner, motioning Shork to do the same. As far as she knew, Riften guardsmen didn't venture this far into the ratway. It didn't sound like bandits or thieves, either. Carefully, Aliah drew her swords, and waited. A moment later, six men, armed and armoured, with the symbol of the brotherhood on their equipment. They didn't look nearly as surprised as Aliah would have liked. In fact, as soon as they caught sight of the pair, one of the men barked a command, and all six of them charged forwards.

    Aliah reacted quickly, parrying an axe before it could crush her ribs. She sidestepped the charge of a man with a warhammer, and plunged her left hand blade into his kidney ,working her other sword to keep the rest of her opponents at bay. She parried several attacks, fighting defensively, letting Shork take the offensive role. Despite being drunk, it looked like he was holding his own. For now, anyways. Aliah responded to a particularly bold, foolish rush by slashing open the mans thigh. The brotherhood soldier cried out and fell back, blood running freely from the wound. She moved in to deliver a killing blow, when she was nearly overwhelmed by that familiar scent. Her gaze was drawn past the soldiers, past Shork, to a figure in very familiar pale grey robes. "Senya..." The robed woman, Aliahs' younger sister, smiled, turned, and walked down the tunnel. "Wait!" Aliah called, but he other Altmer didn't even slow.

    Even though Shork was looking in the same general direction, it was obvious he hadn't seen her. Her lack of attention cost her. Taking advantage of it, one of the soldiers stepped forwards and slashed at her. He only succeeded in opening a shallow cut on her cheek, and Aliah responded by slashing hs throat. She continued to fight, but her mind was no longer on the brotherhood.
     

    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    Quickly abandoning his friends rule to 'stay quiet', Shork rushed into the battle, his drunken mind not bothering to think up a combat strategy. He had drawn his mace not long after Aliah had unsheathed her own weapons, and now charged forward, grabbing one of the lighter adversaries with his spare hand and carrying on straight down another tunnel, into a far wall. The arc of the tunnel caused the mans head to violently snap forwards, and he went limp. Staring at the body with a confused sense of excitement, one of the other warriors took advantage of his light-headedness and took a swing for the back of his neck with a war axe. His dampened reflexes almost cost the Orc his life.

    Diving forwards onto the floor and feeling the polished metal narrowly skim over his skull, he was forced to do a sideways roll in order to evade a follow up attack. Pushing up with surprising strength, Shork was back on his feet in time to intercept yet another swing. This time he was prepared however, and by putting both hands on his mace the mercenary was able to keep the enemy axe at bay. Now he followed up by pushing the man backwards, while maintaining their crossed weapons, but now he had the upper hand, and dizzily but with force pushed the man against the wall. His opponent finally disengaged his weapon, only for the Orc's mace to crush his windpipe against the wall.

    Unable to draw air, the Brotherhood warrior was barely able to lift his axe again before collapsing to the floor, dying of suffocation. After catching his breath after the brief engagement, the Orc made to move back into the main tunnel, where he could still see Aliah fighting. As he shakily stepped back from the two bodies, he turned and noticed two beady eyes staring at him from the shadows. On closer inspection the eyes were revealed to belong to a Skeever, which looked displeased at this unexpected arrival in its territory. It stared at him, then at one of the bodies. Thinking the creature to be beneath him, he snarled at it, hoping for it to back off.

    It drew its fangs in retaliation, refusing to back down. Admiring the creatures bravery, he fished into his knapsack and brought out a rabbits leg that he had neglected to eat. It had expired in days gone by to the point where even he refused to eat it, but he threw it towards the rodent anyway before turning around and jogging back into the battle.
    The Elf woman had held her ground in his absence, but now the leader of the Brotherhood's party was approaching. Shork was fortunate in that he had his back turned on the seasoned warrior, and tried with some degree of stealth to sneak behind them and swing his mace at their temple. Unfortunately his drunkenness cost him yet again, and the target heard his approach, spinning round and grabbing his moving mace, then ripping it cleanly out of his grip.

    Forgetting about his dagger in his confusion and thinking himself unarmed, Shork stood frozen on the spot, surprised at the change of events. He briefly looked to Aliah for help, but something else had caught her attention momentarily, and this silent and futile call for help was ended by a kick in the guts from his opponent. Falling backwards onto his rear, the Orc tried to crawl backwards in order to gain some ground, but the warrior-knight closed in on him, preparing to bring their longsword downwards into the Orc's torso. Just as they were about to carry out their impaling of him, a small figure out of nowhere sprung up onto their face, briefly incapacitating Shork's foe. Seizing the opportunity and now remembering his recently acquired dagger, Shork drew his secondary weapon and leapt forward, tackling the warrior to the ground.

    As his saviour -which he now identified as the Skeever from before- jumped to safety, the Orc quickly pinned the knight and tried to drive his dagger into their skull. His soon-to-be dead opposition briefly grabbed his arms to keep the blade away, but as he pulled back and began another arcing attack they made a weaker attempt at resistance, and was promptly killed once their arms gave in. Pulling out his dagger and cleaning off the blood by scraping it on his shoulder pad, Shork stood back up and turned to look in Aliah's direction. She too had just concluded her engagement, and was now walking over.

    Grabbing his head as it suddenly began to ache, his ears picked up the sound of more combat in some distant tunnel. As he turned to look in the rough direction of the noise, the light from a nearby torch suddenly revealed his Skeever ally. It stared at him with a look resemblant of curiosity on its face, but snapped loudly and scampered off as Aliah came over. Even with the battle concluded, the Elf looked as though she had something troubling on her mind. But after the almost fatal encounter, he was in no mood to stop and chat. As a familiar roar filled the tunnel, emanating from the same direction as all of the other battle sounds, he turned to look at his companion, speaking with a mix of urgency and exhaustion.

    "It sounds as though the Brotherhood is here in force. We should get to the others while they're still breathing" Shork muttered, though his dark tone of voice was followed up by an unstoppable belch. He picked up the nearby torch from its brazier, then started to jog towards the sounds of the fighting. His companion easily kept up with the Orc, and they arrived together at the scene of another battle with the Brotherhood; in this case one where many of the combatants were shrouded in darkness. Having the advantage of a nearby light source, he was able to see Aliah stood next to him, though she refrained from staying too close to the flame. "Can you see our allies?" he asked, figuring the vampiress was more at home in the darkness.
     
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