When she heard screaming coming from the basement underneath the main room of the chapel, the Priestess of Kynareth wasted no time in going downstairs to comfort their guest. She was an Orc, middle aged, with black hair. She wore a simple, tan robe, with no sort of extravagant accessories. She had been in charge of caring wounded pair of travelers since the Imperial patrol brought them in the previous night. Presently, it was a few hours past noon, so they had been sleeping for over twelve hours.
Once downstairs, the Orc priestess saw the Imperial girl looking around frantically. She approached in a nonthreatening manner and spoke in a calm voice. "Do not worry, child, your friend is fine. Kynareth has blessed both of you with good health. I have been watching over both of you since you arrived last night. Your friend awoke about an hour ago. I can take you to him soon, just let me take a look at you first. You were hit in the head a few times, by what I could tell. I need to make sure you are alright."
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The Khajiit stopped beating on Veria once she stopped resisting and instead grabbed both of her arms and pulled her to her feet. "Boss, I got her." He said simply. Ultimately, it was Veria's choice to submit that ended up saving Swims, as when the Nord heard the Khajiit speak up, she stopped short of delivering the killing blow on Swims and instead approaching Veria. He was too heavily wounded to even stand, so Swims was of no threat to them, and without help, would likely die of his wounds.
When the Nord walked up to Veria, she grabbed her by the shoulders and, in a rage, slammed her up against a nearby tree. "You stubborn little girl, you just had to be stubborn, didn't you? All you had to do was pay up and you would be fine. But you had to go shooting me with that lucky arrow of yours. Now, I'm going to make you wish you were dead."
The Khajiit took a few steps back to avoid the effects of his boss' rage, but he still seemed uncomfortable. "Boss, we really can't afford to wait around here like this. W have to get moving or-"
"Shut up!" The Nord barked, returning her attention to Veria. With the hand Veria had shot, the Nord grabbed Veria's right hand and pressed the back of it up against the tree. "You see this wound you gave me? Cut clean through my hand." As she spoke, she pulled one of her daggers with her other hand, then all at once stabbed it completely through Veria's hand, pinning it to the tree. "Well, I'm going to do that, and much, much worse."
Before the Nord could make good on her threats, a loud voice rang out to their left. "Hey!"
When they turned their heads, they saw a single Khajiit male in Imperial light armor standing over the fresh corpse of their Bosmer companion, with his throat cut. Both the remaining bandits drew their weapons to defend themselves, but in doing so, they stepped just far enough away from Veria that the rest of the Imperial patrol, who were concealed in the bushes behind them, could fire their bows. Both the Khajiit bandit and the Nord were riddled with arrows and were dead before they hit the ground.
The Khajiit soldier ran forward as the rest of his patrol revealed themselves. If Veria was still perceptive enough to notice, she would recognize the Khajiit as someone they knew from Leyawiin, Do'Khajra. He wasn't quite a friend of Swims and Veria, but more of an acquaintance they were on good terms with. He was a few years older than them and had joined the Imperial legion three years prior. Evidently, he was good enough to be given command of his own patrol.
"Swims, Veria, what are you two doing out here?" Do'Khajra exclaimed. Noticing their dire predicament, he looked to his patrol's healer. "Lurian, check on the Argonian, see what you can do."
As the Imperial healer went to help Swims, Do'Khajra rushed over to Veria, removed the dagger from her hand, then caught her as she nearly collapsed to the ground. "Hold on, let me help you." He said, quickly reaching into his bag and pulling out a few bandages to wrap around her hand. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
When the Nord walked up to Veria, she grabbed her by the shoulders and, in a rage, slammed her up against a nearby tree. "You stubborn little girl, you just had to be stubborn, didn't you? All you had to do was pay up and you would be fine. But you had to go shooting me with that lucky arrow of yours. Now, I'm going to make you wish you were dead."
The Khajiit took a few steps back to avoid the effects of his boss' rage, but he still seemed uncomfortable. "Boss, we really can't afford to wait around here like this. W have to get moving or-"
"Shut up!" The Nord barked, returning her attention to Veria. With the hand Veria had shot, the Nord grabbed Veria's right hand and pressed the back of it up against the tree. "You see this wound you gave me? Cut clean through my hand." As she spoke, she pulled one of her daggers with her other hand, then all at once stabbed it completely through Veria's hand, pinning it to the tree. "Well, I'm going to do that, and much, much worse."
Before the Nord could make good on her threats, a loud voice rang out to their left. "Hey!"
When they turned their heads, they saw a single Khajiit male in Imperial light armor standing over the fresh corpse of their Bosmer companion, with his throat cut. Both the remaining bandits drew their weapons to defend themselves, but in doing so, they stepped just far enough away from Veria that the rest of the Imperial patrol, who were concealed in the bushes behind them, could fire their bows. Both the Khajiit bandit and the Nord were riddled with arrows and were dead before they hit the ground.
The Khajiit soldier ran forward as the rest of his patrol revealed themselves. If Veria was still perceptive enough to notice, she would recognize the Khajiit as someone they knew from Leyawiin, Do'Khajra. He wasn't quite a friend of Swims and Veria, but more of an acquaintance they were on good terms with. He was a few years older than them and had joined the Imperial legion three years prior. Evidently, he was good enough to be given command of his own patrol.
"Swims, Veria, what are you two doing out here?" Do'Khajra exclaimed. Noticing their dire predicament, he looked to his patrol's healer. "Lurian, check on the Argonian, see what you can do."
As the Imperial healer went to help Swims, Do'Khajra rushed over to Veria, removed the dagger from her hand, then caught her as she nearly collapsed to the ground. "Hold on, let me help you." He said, quickly reaching into his bag and pulling out a few bandages to wrap around her hand. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
At first, the Nord actually showed a bit of fear after Veria's first shot, but once her second missed spectacularly, she looked at the pair while clutching her bleeding hand with more anger than Swims had ever seen in a person. "You...you're going to pay for that! Get her, and keep her alive. I want to have fun with this one."
The Khajiit seemed dubious about getting into a fight while they were in such a hurry, but he wasn't about to disobey. The Bosmer fired an arrow at Swims, but by some miracle (or perhaps just because his shield was large enough to cover most of his body) the arrow impacted the shield without penetrating. That did not, however, stop the Nord from picking up her mace in her off hand and coming after him, as he was between her and Veria. He tried to stop the Khajiit from rushing past him towards her, but the Nord came at him with her mace and forced him to put up his defense. He drew his blade as the weapon impacted the shield, but even so, he still stumbled back. He didn't expect either the force he was hit with, or how much his arm would hurt from the mace's impact.
"I thought the shield was supposed to protect me? Why did it hurt so much?" He thought to himself. Nevertheless, as soon as he was stable once more, he took a swing with his own sword at her neck. Unfortunately for him, he unconsciously telegraphed his swing far too much and made it too predictable. Not to mention the fact that he committed too much force to the swing and left himself open for too long. All the Nord had to do was hop back to avoid the swing, then lunge forward with her mace. She struck him in the shoulder hard enough to throw him off balance, then kicked him to the ground. His armor was of little use against a blunt weapon, so he received the full force of the strike, enough to fracture his shoulderblade. He rolled over onto his back and tried to stand up, but it was easy for the Nord to kick the sword out of his hand. He was able to put up his shield to protect his face, but his body was completely exposed. She struck his torso again and again with the mace. He cried out in pain, as it seemed like each hit broke a new rib or other bone. When he finally moved his shield to protect his body, she hit him clean in the head, causing him to bleed from both his nose and mouth, but somehow, he remained conscious.
Meanwhile, the Khajiit wasted no time in rushing Veria. She did not have enough time to nock another arrow before the Khajiit reached her, and since he had been ordered not to kill her, instead of using his dagger, he jumped and tackled her straight to the ground. With him on top of her, the bow she carried was entirely useless. The Khajiit was no barbarian, but nevertheless, his physical strength could overpower Veria's. He decided he would beat her into submission, so he balled up his fist and started punching her repeatedly in the jaw.
The Khajiit seemed dubious about getting into a fight while they were in such a hurry, but he wasn't about to disobey. The Bosmer fired an arrow at Swims, but by some miracle (or perhaps just because his shield was large enough to cover most of his body) the arrow impacted the shield without penetrating. That did not, however, stop the Nord from picking up her mace in her off hand and coming after him, as he was between her and Veria. He tried to stop the Khajiit from rushing past him towards her, but the Nord came at him with her mace and forced him to put up his defense. He drew his blade as the weapon impacted the shield, but even so, he still stumbled back. He didn't expect either the force he was hit with, or how much his arm would hurt from the mace's impact.
"I thought the shield was supposed to protect me? Why did it hurt so much?" He thought to himself. Nevertheless, as soon as he was stable once more, he took a swing with his own sword at her neck. Unfortunately for him, he unconsciously telegraphed his swing far too much and made it too predictable. Not to mention the fact that he committed too much force to the swing and left himself open for too long. All the Nord had to do was hop back to avoid the swing, then lunge forward with her mace. She struck him in the shoulder hard enough to throw him off balance, then kicked him to the ground. His armor was of little use against a blunt weapon, so he received the full force of the strike, enough to fracture his shoulderblade. He rolled over onto his back and tried to stand up, but it was easy for the Nord to kick the sword out of his hand. He was able to put up his shield to protect his face, but his body was completely exposed. She struck his torso again and again with the mace. He cried out in pain, as it seemed like each hit broke a new rib or other bone. When he finally moved his shield to protect his body, she hit him clean in the head, causing him to bleed from both his nose and mouth, but somehow, he remained conscious.
Meanwhile, the Khajiit wasted no time in rushing Veria. She did not have enough time to nock another arrow before the Khajiit reached her, and since he had been ordered not to kill her, instead of using his dagger, he jumped and tackled her straight to the ground. With him on top of her, the bow she carried was entirely useless. The Khajiit was no barbarian, but nevertheless, his physical strength could overpower Veria's. He decided he would beat her into submission, so he balled up his fist and started punching her repeatedly in the jaw.
It has been a long time since we have done this RP, but if you remember, our characters are meant to be unskilled novices when it comes to fighting. They were supposed to get better gradually as the story progressed. It wouldn't really make sense for Veria to be skilled with her bow at this point.
"Alright, you go pick a spot by the lake, and I'll get the grill." Sam said, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek. With that, he walked to his car and opened the trunk while Stevie walked over to the lake. In order to be portable, the grill wasn't especially large, but it was more than enough to cook for two. He took a small bag of charcoal, as well as some hamburger meat from the icebox, and closed it up in the grill so he could carry it all at once. One of the advantages of his werewolf strength, he supposed, was that he did not have to make near as many trips when carrying things.
Before leaving the camp to head to the lake, Sam changed into a pair of swimming trunks. He still couldn't get over the muscularity his transformation had given him. With how much strength he now had, it made sense, but it was still a bit surprising every time he saw himself. He had never been one for exercise before, so it was something he had to get used to. Regardless, he took the grill and carried it to the part of the lake Stevie had selected.
"It is really beautiful out here, isn't it?" Sam commented as he began to set up the grill. "Although, I would say it wouldn't be half as beautiful without you here." He added with a smile.
Before leaving the camp to head to the lake, Sam changed into a pair of swimming trunks. He still couldn't get over the muscularity his transformation had given him. With how much strength he now had, it made sense, but it was still a bit surprising every time he saw himself. He had never been one for exercise before, so it was something he had to get used to. Regardless, he took the grill and carried it to the part of the lake Stevie had selected.
"It is really beautiful out here, isn't it?" Sam commented as he began to set up the grill. "Although, I would say it wouldn't be half as beautiful without you here." He added with a smile.
I just posted it. A bit of an ambush to show how much of novices they really are.
The rest of the day proceeded much like every other step of their journey: slowly and exhausting. Nevertheless, they were making progress. They were hungry and tired, but Blankenmarch was close enough to keep them motivated. By some miracle, it seemed like they were going to be able to reach the town that day. It would be after nightfall, but they could deal with the darkness if it meant food.
By the time they were about an hour away from the village, it was dusk, and the sun was close to setting over the horizon. Fortunately, the moons were bright in the sky, so they would likely have enough light to at least get them to the village. Overall, things seemed to be going well for the moment, but as they reached a bend in the road, it quickly became clear that fate did not intend to be kind to them. From their hiding places behind a tree, three individuals stepped out in front of them and blocked the way. They all wore some type of leather armor, and were all quite armed. Two of them, a Nord woman and a Khajiit male, carried a few blades, ranging from longswords to daggers, as well as a mace hanging from the Nord's belt. The last was a Bosmer man with a bow in his hands. He had an arrow nocked, but not drawn.
"Well, what a fine evening this is, wouldn't you agree?" The Nord woman said in a sarcastically friendly tone. She kept her hand on her blade and looked quite sharply at Swims and Veria's weapons. "Why don't you just keep those weapons sheathed now, alright? Draw them, and you might find yourself getting well-acquainted with an arrow from my friend here. We're in a hurry, so I'm going to skip all the banter and just cut to the chase. Give us a hundred gold, and you pass with your lives. Refuse, and we kill you. Simple, right?"
Swims had been training for months to learn how to fight, and he had saved up for even longer to buy his equipment, but despite all of that, he immediately felt afraid. He felt he should be able to fight them, but everything in him was telling him to just give them what they wanted. Unfortunately, with only about thirty gold between the two, he couldn't actually meet that demand.
"But...we don't have a hundred gold." Swims responded though he wasn't sure what kind of mercy to expect from highwaymen.
Sure enough, the Nord did not seem impressed. "Oh really, then I guess we'll just have to take-." She began, but just as she started to draw her mace, the Khajiit beside her nudged her elbow and whispered. "Boss, the patrol."
The Nord bandit grumbled and seemed disappointed, but regardless, she let go of her sword's hilt. "Fine, because I am feeling so generous, give us fifty gold and you can go."
At this point, Swims was very visibly afraid, being unable to meet even the revised demand. "We don't...we don't have fifty gold either. But...surely we can give you-" He began, trying to reason with her, but the Nord bandit was too impatient to listen. This time, she fully drew her mace and glared threateningly at them.
"You lying little lizard, we don't have time for this. We'll just take the gold from your corpses!" She shouted, causing Swims to instinctively raise his shield and look to Veria with fear in his eyes.
By the time they were about an hour away from the village, it was dusk, and the sun was close to setting over the horizon. Fortunately, the moons were bright in the sky, so they would likely have enough light to at least get them to the village. Overall, things seemed to be going well for the moment, but as they reached a bend in the road, it quickly became clear that fate did not intend to be kind to them. From their hiding places behind a tree, three individuals stepped out in front of them and blocked the way. They all wore some type of leather armor, and were all quite armed. Two of them, a Nord woman and a Khajiit male, carried a few blades, ranging from longswords to daggers, as well as a mace hanging from the Nord's belt. The last was a Bosmer man with a bow in his hands. He had an arrow nocked, but not drawn.
"Well, what a fine evening this is, wouldn't you agree?" The Nord woman said in a sarcastically friendly tone. She kept her hand on her blade and looked quite sharply at Swims and Veria's weapons. "Why don't you just keep those weapons sheathed now, alright? Draw them, and you might find yourself getting well-acquainted with an arrow from my friend here. We're in a hurry, so I'm going to skip all the banter and just cut to the chase. Give us a hundred gold, and you pass with your lives. Refuse, and we kill you. Simple, right?"
Swims had been training for months to learn how to fight, and he had saved up for even longer to buy his equipment, but despite all of that, he immediately felt afraid. He felt he should be able to fight them, but everything in him was telling him to just give them what they wanted. Unfortunately, with only about thirty gold between the two, he couldn't actually meet that demand.
"But...we don't have a hundred gold." Swims responded though he wasn't sure what kind of mercy to expect from highwaymen.
Sure enough, the Nord did not seem impressed. "Oh really, then I guess we'll just have to take-." She began, but just as she started to draw her mace, the Khajiit beside her nudged her elbow and whispered. "Boss, the patrol."
The Nord bandit grumbled and seemed disappointed, but regardless, she let go of her sword's hilt. "Fine, because I am feeling so generous, give us fifty gold and you can go."
At this point, Swims was very visibly afraid, being unable to meet even the revised demand. "We don't...we don't have fifty gold either. But...surely we can give you-" He began, trying to reason with her, but the Nord bandit was too impatient to listen. This time, she fully drew her mace and glared threateningly at them.
"You lying little lizard, we don't have time for this. We'll just take the gold from your corpses!" She shouted, causing Swims to instinctively raise his shield and look to Veria with fear in his eyes.
As he had been taking a few minutes to relax, he hadn't noticed that Stevie changed before she spoke up. When he looked at her, he smiled and gave quite a pleased expression. "Hmm, you look beautiful, I have to say. You buy that recently? Anyway, we could have some lunch, and I'm guessing you also want to go for a swim? I do have a portable charcoal grill in the trunk. We could take it over to the lake and set it up there." He suggested. Standing up, he walked over behind Stevie's chair and started to rub her shoulders while looking down at her with a smile. "But it's your choice, I'm willing to try pretty much anything at the moment."
I have an idea of what can happen next to advance the overall plot.
With Stevie holding the other side, Sam was finally able to make some progress on the tent. "Really? I'll have to remember to congratulate her when we see her. My mom is a bit too old for that, though that is probably a good thing, in all honesty. She is a very kind and loving person, but I don't think my parents could afford to take care of another child. Besides, I think she is more than satisfied with her three children." He commented. Stevie of course knew his siblings, though given that he was the oldest by a few years, Stevie had always spent more time with Sam when they were growing up rather than his brother or sister.
After a few minutes, the pair finally finished pitching the tent, which was the last thing they needed to do for the moment. They would need to make a campfire before nightfall, but they still had plenty of time for that. For the moment, Sam simply took a seat in one of the folding chairs they brought along to relax for a moment. "I think that's everything for now. So, what should we do first?"
After a few minutes, the pair finally finished pitching the tent, which was the last thing they needed to do for the moment. They would need to make a campfire before nightfall, but they still had plenty of time for that. For the moment, Sam simply took a seat in one of the folding chairs they brought along to relax for a moment. "I think that's everything for now. So, what should we do first?"
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