Chapter Six: The Consequence (Part Two)
Vorador was not much of a sleeper. He had been up from 3 am and was sharpening his blade with a whetstone. His room, a spare room that was used by the previous captain of the guard was cold, with the typical Skyrim weather. It was a large room, a room that fitted a captain. But despite the difference in amount of luxury between the Captain’s room and the guard bunkers, Vorador was envying the Jarl’s room itself, in all its warmth and glory.
‘They should treat me like a king here so that I don’t crush their village.’ He muttered.
Just as he held the silver blade up to the light, the blade reflecting with a mirror sheen, there was a rapid knock on the door.
“Justiciar sir!”
Vorador stared at the blade for a moment, and put it down.
“You may enter.” He stated.
“Sir, there’s an execution occuring soon. I suggest we leave now, before things get too complex.”
Vorador raised an eyebrow.
“If they’re executing crimminals, let them. Why would they ask us for anything?”
“Sir… The one they are executing is one of the Jarl’s sons, thane Ralon. It seems he is put on execution for treason.”
Vorador smiled.
‘Nords…’ He thought to himself.
“What kind of treason did he commit to even get his own father to execute him?”
He asked as he poured himself some water.
“They say he assassinated his own father.”
The soldier stated bluntly.
Vorador’s hand stopped for a brief moment. He then turned, the smiled gone from his face and slowly drank the water.
“Are the other soldiers ready to depart?”
“Yes sir. We are waiting your command.”
Vorador pondered for a moment. Why did the son kill his own father? Was it for the position of Jarl? Was the power really worth it?
Snapping out of his thoughts, he put down the mug and put on his hood.
“We leave now. But not before we see this execution.”
“Yes sir. I’ll have the troops meet at the execution site.”
“Good. You are dismissed.”
“Oh, sir. There was a message for you by the local courier.”
The soldier handed him a sealed letter, with the Thalmor seal imprinted boldly on it. Vorador instantly hesitated. It was probably another message from his superiors, a complaint and a new order. Sighing, he snatched the paper away from him and teared opened the envelope. His eyes scanned the message.
To Vorador, Thalmor Justiciar.
I understand that you have failed your mission in capturing the Talos worshipper near Sunhold. This is a critical mission failure. Your target was also an informant of the Stormcloaks, and due to your failure, we have lost valuable information about the Stormcloak camp. You will pay greatly if you are to maintain your position of high Justiciar. Regardless, here is your new mission: You are to assassinate the Jarl of Sunhold with extreme caution. He is a known Talos worshipper. Find his shrine, and kill him. Then destroy the shrine.
Your leader, Elenwen.
As usual, destroy this message after reading it.
Vorador immediately scrunched up the paper and incinerated the ball in flames.
“Write another letter to Elenwen; tell her that Jarl Fordolf died last night.”
Vorador then opened his door and walked out. He was like a grim reaper, walking out to harvest a soul.
“Let’s go see this execution.” He smiled.
END OF CHAPTER 6
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