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Discussion in 'Active Stories' started by Madrar, Jul 24, 2018.

  1. Madrar

    Madrar The Shadow in the Dark.

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    Thalien lead the reduced company of mercenaries out of Falkreath, onto the road bound for Markarth. Tallpine trees stretched up like sentinels, watching their progress. A light fog hovered over the ground, obscuring it, and pale grey clouds drifted on by overhead. As the company marched towards the border of the Reach, it became obvious they were not the only ones on the road. Columns of imperial legionnaires, local levies, and surprisingly, a few merchant caravans passed them by. The merchants were headed south, towards Pale Pass, and the more civilized parts of the empire. It was one such caravan that stopped upon seeing Thalien and the others. The lead driver called for a halt and waved to the half-nord.

    Frowning, Thalien lifted his arm in greeting, wondering what the man wanted. If he was seeking to hire them as guards back to Cyrodiil, he was going to be disappointed. "Good morning!" the man called out as he approached the mercs. "Or, at least as good as it gets in this miserable province, eh?"

    Cautiously, he nodded, "something I can help you with, friend?"


    "Oh no. Well, that is, I was wondering if you're headed towards Markarth." The merchant asked, passing an eye over the assembled warriors and mages.

    "Looks like it. Unless this road leads somewhere other than the Reach." Thalien responded, his patience growing thin. It was hard enough making progress on foot. Stopping to chat with merchants would only delay them further.

    "Then I should pass on a warning a friend of mine gave to me. One traveler to another: Beware the forsworn. There's been a huge jump in caravan raids and even attacking legion camps. I'm not risking my goods. We'll find somewhere else to sell them."

    Thalien frowned, and thanked the man for his warning, before sending him on his way. The news of Forsworn in the Reach was troubling, but not unexpected. Growing up in High Rock, he'd heard stories of the men who consorted with half-bird half-hag creatures in western Skyrim. He'd never met any himself, and he would have thought that the empire would have wiped the scattered savages off the map already. "This just keeps getting better and better." He looked over his shoulder, to the perpetually scowling wood elf. "We're still a couple days march from the Reach. Once we get there, I'd ask you to scout ahead of us, and warn us of any surprises lurking in the hills."
     
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  2. TheArgonianDrell

    TheArgonianDrell Well-Known Member

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    The mercenary group split up in the morning, with a small handful headed out to some imperial outpost near the city of Solitude. Iornath didn't pretend to care, instead joining the others as they left the gloomy town of Falkreath behind and made their way west, towards the Reach and High Rock. They were well under way when a merchant headed in the opposite direction flagged down Thalien. The wood elf ignored the conversation in favour of keeping an eye on their surroundings. He didn't intend to be caught by surprise by another band of rebels again. So he was surprised when their leader walked up to him. The elf listened to his concerns, and nodded once. He was not familiar with the forsworn, or whatever conflict they had with the empire. At the same time, they sounded little different than the bandit horde that had attacked outside of the Pale Pass. "My eyes are yours" he agreed quietly.
     
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  3. Morbidbread

    Morbidbread Fight for the lost

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    The dawn came and with it, the mercenary company, those that had not departed earlier, made for the road. Soon they were out of the miserable remnant of civilization that was Falkreath, and headed towards the Reach. From there, as Elrasur understood it, they would make for the city of Markarth, and beyond that, High Rock. Elrasur did not relish the thought of completing their task, but he had already come to terms with it. So, he took the opportunity to enjoy the quiet morning march, in the foggy and damp forest of Falkreath hold. The rain had come to a stop, for the most part, though the sun had yet to make an appearance.

    The morning quiet was broken as they troop came across a rather large merchant caravan, headed the opposite direction. The former assassin frowned as he watched them pass by. Most, if not all of their wagons were filled with goods, yet the merchants seemed to be imperial. One of the merchants, apparently their leader, hopped down from his own carriage and met with Thalien. The two spoke for a few moments, before the mercenary and merchant went their seperate ways. It was not long after that he spotted the breton talking to the bosmer ranger. The elf that seemed to have a perpetual scowl on his pale features. Though he was not trying to eavesdrop, he did pick up the word 'forsworn'.

    The elf said something back, then moved off on his own, as was customary, it seemed. Elrasur, curiousity piqued, caught up to Thalien. "I do not mean to pry, but I could not help but overhear. Do you think these 'forsworn' will pose a threat to us?" The question was innocent enough. He had not survived as long as he had by going into confrontations under prepared, and he was not about to start now that he was part of a group. "Should we perhaps take an alternate route to our destination?"
     
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    Rafen Well-Known Member

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    Caleb breathed in the cool, damp morning air, even as they walked along the old road, crossing paths with a caravan that had been scared off by marauding forsworn in the reach. The healer paid little attention to the conversation that occurred between Thalien and the head merchant. Instead he fell back to the redguard and the imperial girl.

    To Lilliana, he said "we are entering the dangerous wilderness of what remains of Skyrim." His eyes drifted towards the caravaneers and an idea came to him. "If you think this is too much, that you would rather make your way back to the empire, you could join the caravans. It would be safer than coming with us, to be sure."
     
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  5. Screeching Spasmodically

    Screeching Spasmodically Spasmodic Screecher

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    Lilliana frowned at Caleb "what are you saying? That you don't think I can keep up with you? Or that I'd just be a hindrance?" Adalia laid a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort the girl. She frowned fiercely at Caleb, wondering what he was playing at. The girl was obviously troubled from her conversation with the masked human, "he's not saying that, dear. Are you, Caleb?" She looked back at Caleb with unmistakable challenge in her eyes. If he thought she was just going to abandon Lilliana, he was going to have a surprise. "Caleb, I'm not leaving. I know I can't fight or survive outside, but I'm not going to just abandon you." She fixed him with her most stubborn glare.
     
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  6. Drahkma

    Drahkma Dashing Imperial Officer.

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    The castle was definitely more than a mere outpost, not matter what some imperial legate said. Kyros eyed the keep with a cold gleam to his eye, as his fist closed around Razors' hilt. Noting that the others were still lurking on the shore, all waiting for the other to make the first move, the vampiric knight sighed in disgusted exasperation. "Well come on then. We've not that much time to waste."

    With that, he stormed across the slightly arced bridge to the gatehouse. The portcullis was raised, surprisingly and it gave the knight pause. He was by no means a coward, but he knew a trap when he saw one. He glanced over his shoulder, then, with a determined grunt, stepped inside the gatehouse, to the tall iron work doors themselves. They were not barred and swung open on well oiled hinges.

    Now Kyros' guard was up. It was unlikely, to say the least, that the gatehouse would be unmanned, the gates unbarred, and no sign of the garrison. For the doors to be in good working order and no signs of violence screamed ambush. He peered inside, but his dark vision only extended so far. With a frustrated snarl, he turned back to wait for his companions.
     
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  7. Signus

    Signus Well-Known Member

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    Orien followed the others as they parted ways with the dour man in full plate, the khajiit and the elf, and several others, destined for some other task. The bulk of the mercenaries, Orien included, headed off towards the Reach, and he soon found himself joining Elrasur and Thalien at the head of the column. The half-nord and dunmer were currently engaged in conversation about the threat represented by forsworn raiders.

    The fifth legion had come across them multiple times, Orien recalled. Though the battles had been minor skirmishes for the most part, the forsworn were masters of ambushes, especially in their home terrain. "They won't pose much of a fight if we know they're there." he said to the dark elf. "Forsworn prefer ambushes and they'll run if they think their targets can put up a proper fight."
     
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  8. Harkatti

    Harkatti Sorceress Supreme!

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    Cyrius lurked near Thalien, keen eyes scanning the fog for threats. He wasn't nearly as loyal as their captain might or might not have believed, but he certainly wasn't about to confirm any suspicions. Besides, Thalien seemed like the best bet for keeping their group of cutthroats pointed at a singular goal. For now, keeping him alive was in Cyrius' best interest. He eavesdropped on the conversation between the white-handed elf, Elrasur, he thought his name was, and the captain. The imperial battlemage joined them, pointing out that forsworn were cowards who preferred ambushes to actual battle. It seemed only Cyrius saw the flaw in that plan. "That's assuming we will see them. I'd rather not wait for an arrow in the back to tell me we're under attack. One ambush in this blasted wasteland is enough, thank you."


    Elwyn craned her neck to look at the topmost tower of the castle they were approaching. It seemed the legate had somewhat understated the size of the outpost. The big breton knight, looking contemptous as always, lead the way, crossing the bridge without a backwards looks. "I suppose he has the right idea," the former justiciar said to no one in particular. The gargoyle statuary leered down at her as she crossed the bridge. Stone or not, they were certainly unnerving enough to keep her on guard as she joined the knight. He had paused at the doorway, sword in hand. The darkness beyond was far from inviting and she found herself hesitating. Something felt...wrong about the whole situation. Assuring herself it was just nerves, she gripped the hilt of her blade, waiting for the rest of the group to join her.
     
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