Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20181013010831

The Bretons offered Evalana protection behind their shieldwall.

Manis examined the treeline, but nothing was coming at them.

The female Redguard suddenly went into a sprint to try to escape from them.

"Hey! Stop!" Manis yelled, but did not break formation. He was still weary of an ambush. She's probably trying to bait us into following her and falling into the ambush.

The crossbow men managed to hit one of the guards as they were running away, shooting him in the back and killing him. Another was hit in the right leg, but his comrades grabbed him and dragged him behind a building for cover.

Another war horn was blowing now, joining with the one coming from the lighthouse. The whole village was well aware of the pirate attack taking place.

"If that is what you want, then answer our questions truthfully." Gladroon said calmly. He turned around to face the Prince. "Ask, your majesty."

Marcus stepped forward and asked the Orc. "Do you know where Captain Uzgakh is?"

"..." The Orc hesitated, his face looked physically in pain. Ultimately, he replied. "I do."

True to his word, Gladroon raised his hand and cast his spell.

The Orc twitched as he felt bliss once more, though as the answer was simple he only felt it for a moment. He was crying again, though not from joy. He fell to his knees and hunched over.

"You bastard..." Shelakh's voice wasn't angry, it sounded meager and weak.

"A small reward for a small answer." The Altmer stated.

Having seen the effectiveness of his methods, the Prince went straight to the point. "Where is he? Where are the Daggerhearts hidding?!"

Shelakh was slumped over. He bit his lip, ripping through his own flesh. He tried to resist the urge to answer, but having tasted true happiness Shelakh craved more. It was like a drug as potent as Skooma. He wanted nothing more than to taste it once more.

Juunei sheathed his dagger after cleaning Dreekius' blood from its blade. He closed his friend's eyelids and left him there in the corridor.

There in the far north of Tamriel, they could barely hear the Hist. It was only a faint whisper that could only be heard, but not understood, even if they concentrated hard on it.

''Will his soul join the Hist? Even out here?'' Juunei wondered. He didn't know the answer. In truth he knew little of the Hist, only what his father told him from his youth in Argonia.

Turning his back to his friend's body, Juunei found himself in an empty room. It showed signs of stuff having been removed. It was likely that the Dunmer had cleared the room of any valiables some time ago. There were two blocked off doors, there was no way he could get through them alone. There was only one last exit.

He approached it and found it locked. He cursed under his breath. "Kaoc." He didn't have any lockpicks, but after searching around the seemingly empty room he found some scraps of metal that he could use to pick the lock. "Not perfect, but it is the only choice I have. The Dunmer will have heard the screams. They will be here soon."