3E-427
Deep inside the cave Addamasartus, Near the village of Seyda Neen, Vvardenfell, Morrowind.
Pulling Damon behind him, Hjrondir slid his sword out of its sheath and pulled his shield off his back, facing the coffin. Inside was what used to be a slumbering Vampire, Ancient by the look of it. The second the dim light of the cavern touched the vampire's face it's eyelids shot open, revealing the glowing red eyes characteristic of vampires. Seizing his opportunity, Hjrondir stabbed down on the monster, hoping to catch it in it's throat. Quick as lightning, the vampire contorted it's body and evaded the attack. Reacting, Hjrondir went to pull his sword out but found it stuck in the coffin's hardwood. Hissing, the vampire back handed the Nord, causing him to fly back into Damon, bowling him over. Like a flash, the vampire pounced on Hjrondir, grabbing him by his steel chest plate. After a moment of pure terror, Hjrondir uttered a terrible scream that echoed throughout the entire cavern, alerting the residents and sending them running to the source. His scream was cut short when the vampire bit into his neck, consuming vast amounts of his blood and draining him dry in half a minute. Tossing Hjrondir's lifeless corpse to the side with a muffled "Thump", the Vampire turned to Damon. Licking it's lips and exposing it's elongated incisors, it slowly walked toward him.
"My lord, wait!" A group of vampires had congregated around the small chamber, watching with hungry eyes. The Ancient stopped and looked to the vampire who had spoken.
"Why do you stop my feeding, Dante? I have not fed since we have arrived in this sanctuary, and that Nord snack has merely wet my appetite." A Pale skinned vampire with raven hair reaching to his shoulders stepped forward.
"Yes, my lord. But this one is different. He managed to Sneak inside, Evading all of our sentries despite the Nords blundering. Then he proceeded to pick the lock on the door leading into this chamber, and even manage to open your Sarcophagus without waking you until the lid was removed." The vampire moved behind Damon, cutting him off from the rest of the vampires. "I believe your brother would like to see him, as he has issued for recruitment in response to the Tribunal Temple's growing threat."
"Hmmm. Perhaps." The ancient turned to Damon. It's eyes seemed to look into his soul as they darted up and down Damon's tense form, studying him. "Yes he seems to fit the profile. Dante, Since you have shown a vested interest in him, why don't you take care of it? I grow weary once more and would like to rest."
"Of course, my lord. Do you need anything? We do have some leftover Cattle from the last raid. If it so pleases you, I can have one brought here."
"That will be all, Dante." The Ancient waved his hand dismissively."
"Yes, my lord." The vampire Dante turned to Damon and grabbed his shirt, half dragging and half carrying him out of the room. The rest of the vampires shuffled away to various corners of the cave as Dante led Damon To a different room.
"Please, let me go, I promise i'll never return, please. PLEASE!" Damon's voice grew ever more pleading and louder and more desperate. The vampire Merely threw him on the floor.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this, friend. Really I am. But it is too late for that. Please hold still." From his cloak, Dante drew a long, slender, black Dagger. He moved toward Damon, causing him to flinch and crawl back to the far wall. Dante followed him, his expression blank. Suddenly he reached out and grasped Damon''s forearm. Shrinking back, Damon tried to break the vampire's grip, but it may have well been iron from the good it did. Brandishing the blade, Dante sliced a deep gash into Damon's arm, causing blood to trickle down the side and seep into his pant legs. Turning to his own arm, Dante made an Identical cut. The blood that came out was much darker than normal, nearly black, and it moved as though half asleep.
" Please... Please..." Damon's cries had become more quiet, and tears streaked down his cheek bones. No longer making full sentences, rather just repeating over and over: "Please... Please"
"I'm sorry." Said Dante as he turned his cut over on top of Damon's. Two heart beats passed. Then, as though his blood was oil and Dante had lit the flame, His whole body went rigid and convulsed as what felt like fire erupted in every vein and arterie in his body. He let loose a scream the like of which he had never made. At first not forming words, simply transmuting his pain into a ear-splitting shriek. Then he began pleading to die. He wanted nothing more than for the pain to stop and for him to cease to exist. After what felt like eons of time had past and engulfed him in endless torment, his vision filled with sparks and then went black.
4E-201
Just south of Whiterun, Whiterun Hold, Skyrim.
I had left Camilla on the Inn's bed and continued toward Whiterun that morning. Hopefully My spell would leave them confused and they'll leave it at that, but there is always a chance for Lucan to work through it and know that I had robbed him blind and soiled his sister. The poor girl however, probably truly thinks I am her life's love, thanks to my... Advances. I had spent the morning and a chunk of the day hiking to the Nord city. Finally I was in sight as I crossed A field Potatoes. Up ahead I saw a group of people fighting a massive creature wielding a large club. paying no head, I started up the path that led to Whiterun.
The Giant (for that is what the creature was) fell as an Iron arrow buried itself into it's heart, flooding it's chest with steaming giant blood.
"Well that's taken care of, no thanks to you." A Nord woman with peculiar armor and blue face paint yelled over to me.
"Oh look, a Nord bragging about a kill she just made. How original. Tell me, How far exactly can you see through that cloud of hot air leaking from your skull?" I said back, not pausing to grace her with my company.
"Far enough to teach you not to Poke the bear your in the presence of." Said she, throwing her oddly-clothed form in front of my path.
"How clever, an animal Analogy. Tell me, do you sleep with that bow? Becau-UHG" I stifled a gag as her odor wafted into my nostrils. standing upwind, I said: "I believe you meant to say wolf, my dear." pausing to put emphasis on the word wolf. I smiled as I saw the blood drain from her face. "Run along now little doggy. Woof Woof." She flinched back at each word. Then, with obvious difficulty, she turned around and walked back toward the fallen giant, silencing her companions with a glare. Werewolves walking unchallenged? Perhaps the Nords are less courageous as we are led to believe. Or perhaps they are just very stupid to not notice. Yeah, that's probably it.
Leaving the Nords to their kill, I move toward the City of Whiterun, my gaze lingers on the wall, which was obviously quite old and parts of it were crumbling. "Not very big on castle upkeep are we, my hairy friends?" Passing the stable, my eye catches a glimpse of movement over at a nearby camp. Walking over I find a group of Khajiit lounging around a fire and feasting on what looks like Moon cake.
"Greetings Cathay Rhaht, May Masser and Secunda watch over you in this frozen wasteland." said I, observing the polite greeting to Kajiiti people of a higher social status. At first, only surprise appeared on their feline faces. But then one with a mane of gray smiled and said:
"Lest they leave their children once more"
"In Azurah's name we pray" I said, finishing the ritual.
"It is not often we meet a friend to our people in this land, stranger. Please, sit and share our meal, while you tell us your story."
"I'm afraid it would take many meals like this one to tell you that pathetic tale, But for what it's worth, my name is Damon Kaine."
"Fair enough, Damon Kaine" The Khajiit said, his accent thick. "I am called Ri'saad. That is Khayla," motioning to a female in steel armor. " The one next to me is called Ma'randru-jo," to a male carrying a sword of Dwarven make. "and that is Atahbah." to another female who was serving the cake. She handed one to me, saying:
"It is Moon cake. A favorite of our people."
Moon cake is baked with moon sugar, an Ingredient that has adverse effect on those who are not Khajiit. However, it is offensive to not eat when Khajiits offer you food, so instead of taking a bite, I tore off a piece and touched it to my lips. Ri'saad nodded in appreciation.
"You would not happen to be in need of a job, would you? We have an opening in our Caravan." said Ri'saad.
"Not really, I came to Skyrim to see what there is to see. So far, I haven't felt very welcome however." I said, lifting another chunk of cake to my lips and setting it down.
"Ah, such is the way of the Nords. Never have I met such an arrogant and petty race. But if it was the sights you have come to see, My caravan is the place to see it. We leave tomorrow for Markarth. I promise you a cut of the pay and an adventure to be had." I rolled the idea about in my head. coming to a conclusion, I said:
"I would be honored. beats Hanging around these knuckle-draggers anyway."
"Ho! A sharp tongue on this one, yes?" Atahbah laughed.
"This news warms my heart. Meet us here at dawn, My friend. We will have your share of the load and supplies ready." With that, I waved goodbye, promising to meet them. Then I walked up to the city, looking for the Inn.
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