Dezak the Assassin - Prologue Part 3
Black Chamber
Before I could take five steps, my energy was drained. The shadows slipped off me once again. I tried to blend in with the shadows of the wall, but I wasn't quick enough the guard saw me. Sword drawn, he charged down towards where I was crouching. Thinking he had me, he took a huge overhead swing, giving me enough time to make a quick roll to the side. I landed the roll in a crouch and quickly jumped off again, this time to get behind him. Before he had a second to react I had my hands around his head, snapping his neck in a quick twist of my hands. Searching the corpse I was able to find a dagger strapped to his side.
Not a second after I had the steel blade in my hand, I heard another more guards coming down the stairs to investigate what happened. The body must have hit the ground harder than I thought. Damn. I stuck as close to the wall as I could, hoping that the shadows there would hide me from prying eyes. I tried my luck at launching a fury spell at one guard, but my energy was still drained from my extensive invisibility use. And to curse my luck even more, the guards spotted the tiny flash of light. Great, I was hoping to get out of here unnoticed...
The two guards bolted down the stairs, swords drawn and ready for action. I reached down and grabbed a few pebbles and some dirt that was by my feet. As soon as the first guard was almost on top of me, I threw my handful of debris into his face. He took a few blind swings at me, all of which were too far off to do any good but get in the way of the other guard. The second guard managed to get past his comrade and took a hefty swing at me. I rolled backwards just in time, his blade just missing my legs. When I came to a stop I sent the steel dagger flying towards his face.
As the blade flew through the air, a shimmering blue wall appeared in front of the guard's face. The dagger bounced harmlessly off the wall, and the air behind the guard began to shiver. A third guard appeared behind the first two, this one was wearing robes and a hood, enchanted by the looks of them. Now I was standing there, nothing but rags on, no weapon, no magic. Nothing but my wits and speed. The imperials started making their way towards me, "You've got nowhere to go now elf," the magician said. "Surrender now and you might live." Before I could react flames were shooting out of his hands and engulfing me. The one mistake they made was underestimating an assassin, because we always have one more trick then they do.
I called upon the racial powers of my ancestors, the flames from the magician began to fuel my power. I could feel the fire all over me, but not burning. My power stretched out and the fire began to emanate from my body. It stretched out further and engulfed the three guards in flame. The entire hall was filled with flames, then as suddenly as it was there, it was over. Three burnt bodies fell to the ground, almost unidentifiable in their current state. I picked up my fallen dagger, and found a matching blade to go with it.
Creeping back into the shadows I waited and listened for any more guards to make an appearance. Five minutes passed and still nothing. I snuck up the staircase and went through the door at the top. A quick survey showed only a couple of guards left in the room, luckily for my, none of them noticed my entrance into the room. Though my blood boiled with hatred for all these imperial bastards, I knew that my smartest choice was to get out of there without much more hassle. I only have so many tricks up my sleeve. I picked up a tiny rock and threw it to the other end of the room. As sure as water flows down a hill, the guards all looked towards the sound, and started moving to inspect what could have made the noise. While they had their backs turned I made my move.
The cold air stole the breath out of my lungs. I needed something more than the skimpy clothing that they gave me. Acquiring the cloths was no difficult task. Now where to go? I asked myself. That mysterious captains voice played in my head, "Leave Cyrodiil, don't come back. Or you will be killed." Though Cyrodiil has been my home my entire life, I know now that it is no longer going to be that way, I have to leave. Heading north seemed like the most logical and direct path to take to leave this place. I guess I better get used to this cold. Armed with my two daggers and stolen clothes I set off for Skyrim.
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