Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20141208164428/@comment-5583506-20150110022350

(LONG POST!)

It was warm outside and the sun's beams reflected against the river's ever-changing waters. White clouds were slowly sailing by on an almost crystal blue sky. The calm breezes of the wind made the branches of the aspen trees bow to it's desire. The villagers were toiling in the fields, tending to their animals or working the nearby sawmill while their children were playing with some dogs in the outskirts of the nearby forest.

So beautiful out here, she thought.

"Eh!" called Ra'Danji. "Don't get your head lost in those clouds now, Sunshine! Help me fetch some hay to the cows!"

''Sunshine? I thought I was supposed to be called Goldy?''

Nevertheless she did as he told her. It was after all the least she could do. They had saved her, fed her and given her some clothes. In her eyes they were merciful gods, looking after the common man.

The cows were voracious eaters, swallowing all the hay she brough them with the pitchfork. She barely had time to sit down and catch a break before they bellowed for more. Even though it was tiring it somehow felt as if all the work she put down felt like it really was worth it and that she really could get used to it.

Ra'Danji wiped some sweat from his forehead and sat down next to her after plowing the fields. "How's that memory of yours coming along, Sunshine?" he said and smiled.

She shook her head. "It's... blank."

"Well, it will come back to you when you are ready. I think... Nice work with the cows by the way. They really seem to like you."

She raised her shoulders. "I guess..."

"There now. You shouldn't mope like that. It's unbecoming of such a pretty face."

Pretty?

"Besides", he said and yawned. "Moping ain't gonna bring you your memory back. Just relax and enjoy your time here with us and you will see that your memory will return to you in no time."

As he said that there was a child's scream coming from the outskirts of the forest. He quickly left his position and ran for the direction of the scream. "Rahjin!" he cried out worryingly.

She left the pasture as well and followed him as fast as she could. By the outskirts of the forest there was a group of twenty men or more, some riding while some of them were standing. They were all dressed in armors presumably looted from unwary travellers. One of them were riding a huge dark brown horse and held Rahjin by the collar of his short high above the ground.

The young Khajiit wailed in terror while the bandit leader watched in amusement. The villagers had gathered around the bandit group, all mumbling incoherently while Si'Tarri cried and pleaded the bandit leader to let her son down.

"Ah, Ra'Danji is it?" said the bandit leader as the Khajiit approached with a vexed expression. "Your runt, I take it?"

"My nephew. Please let him go! You can... you can have my monthly savings!"

The bandit leader spat. "Your paltry earnings wouldn't be enough to buy myself some wax to clean the blood off my blade from the last one who couldn't cough up something better than a farmer's meager coin. No, this time I want what your village's market has earned this month!"

"We..." Ra'Danji swallowed hard and this time he wasn't smiling. "This month's market... didn't go as well."

The bandit leader raised an eyebrow. "Then I guess I will just have to cut the little bastard's throat so that you will learn to better next time?"

"NO! NO!" exclaimed Ra'Danji terrified as Si'Tarri started weeping. "Please... Just... What do you want?! Anything! Please, just name anything and it will be yours... But let my nephew go... He has done you no harm..."

The bandit leader grunted and dropped the boy to the ground with a thud. Rahjin ran immediately on unsteady legs into the arms of his mother, still crying.

"I wanted the income from that market, Ra'Danji. What else does your pathetic little community have to offer a man like me?" He started riding among the populace until he held the reins of his horse and stopped in front of her. "Say, I haven't seen this kitten's face before?"

"That's Sunshine", said Ra'Danji. "She just arrived."

''Sunshine? ''She tasted on the word. ''Wasn't it Goldy at first? Not that it matters, seeing as neither of them are my real name...''

The bandit leader gave her a sultry smile. "Tell you what, Ra'Danji. If your new friend here agrees to bed me and my men tonight, I might just let the economy of this village recover over a month or two."

"What?!" exclaimed Ra'Danji. "There is... there is no way... She is our guest!"

"And a very charming one at that too", he said with an evil smirk. "She is very pretty. I don't think I have seen a more shapely pair of tits on any other Khajiit girl I have ever lain with. Eh, lads?"

The bandits laughed viciously in agreement. She did not move an inch however or shift her expression, instead she looked the bandit leader dead in the eye and clutched her pitchfork closer to her with her left hand as she held her Dwarven construct behind her back.

"I am surprised you haven't bedded this one yourself, Ra'Danji. The way she is holding that pitchfork looks like she really knows how to handle a shaft, if you know what I am saying?"

His crude joke made the bandits laugh even higher.

Ra'Danji however was almost exploding with suppressed anger. "She... she is not coming with you", he said quietly.

The bandit leader seemed to notice the Khajiit's vague statement. "Huh, what's that now?"

As her mind rushed with thoughts of hatred and anger towards these unjust men, she suddenly felt a surge of emotions overcome her and spread throughout her body. It was almost as if she had gained insight from above as to what to do in this moment.

"I will sleep with all of you tonight", she stated.

The sudden response made everyone drop their chins out of surprise, even the bandits themselves didn't seem to be ready for the reply.

"Eh?" said the bandit leader.

"You heard me", she said and provided him with a coy smile. "Come over here and fetch me and I will give each and every one of you a night you won't forget. As long as you leave this village alone."

Ra'Danji came forward. "Sunshine? Just what are you...?!"

She simply gave him a silent stare.

The bandit leader burst out into laughter and rode up to her on his horse. "See, Ra'Danji? I guess that you can consider yourself lucky that your newfound friend turned out to be the biggest Khajiit whore in Tamriel, huh?!" He then faced his potential bedmate with a smile. "Come here and ride upon my steed, sweetie. Then later tonight I got something else you can ride upon, heh!"

She smiled mischievously as she held out her right hand, showing off her grotesque contraption. The bandit leader leaned closer to examine just what in the name of the Gods he was watching.

"What the blood-soaked hell is that?!" he growled.

Then everything went fast. She had no idea just what flew into her mind at that moment, but she remembered that she made an outburst with her metallic hand clenched as a deadly fist and launched it against the head of his steed. The horse's skull cracked and exploded from the impact as the mighty animal dropped flat to the ground with its rider still attached onto it.

The bandit leader landed in the dirt with a grunt. The tension in that precise moment when the once-so-mighty bandit had fallen off his horse had made both sides temporarily mute and incapacitated of performing any action.

He growled furiously and got up on his knees. "I am gonna teach you a lesson, whore! First I am gonna rip your lungs out and then I am gonna fuck your skull into the dirt!"

"ENOUGH!" she growled in response and stuck the points of pitchfork through his mouth, skewering his head.

He blubbered something through the blood pouring out from his lips before his eyes rolled back up into his head and he fell backwards and flat to the ground dead.

''Serves you right, you fucking bastard. ''She then froze up for a moment as she thought. ''Did I... did I curse before? I can't recall if wordings like those are something I newly introduced or whether they are fragments of my life before?''

It took a while for the bandits to respond to the action which had just taken place. Their leader was dead, killed by a simple... farmgirl... Or so they had perceived.

"Kill the Khajiit!" shouted a man on horse as all the bandits suddenly came rushing towards her.

Just what mess have I gotten myself into?

Somehow, as the moment came upon her, she knew exactly what to do in situations like this. It was as if she had studied some invisible book which held all the answers she was looking for.

Her hands reacted before her mind had time process the information her instincts sent to every muscle in her body. Her hands automatically gripped the pitchfork, still stuck into the bandit leader and broke the head from the shaft, leaving her with a decent fighting stick.

As a rider came galloping towards her she spun around and positioned the tip of her new wooden staff right between his waist and his rib cage, causing his horse to ride on ahead without its master still on it. As he landed to the ground on his behind, she was already there and burst his head open with a forceful smack against his forehead.

A group of five bandits at foot approached her and all of a sudden her body began to move around on its own, causing her to scream out in fear and surprise. Her body showed off amazing nimbleness as it avoided every incoming hack from the bandits' swords. Judging by their expressions they were seemingly as surprised as she was herself. But she was glad as long as her muscles were on her side.

''Could these be memories from my life before? ''she reflected. ''If so; how? Who could possibly perform moves like these?''

"The bitch just won't stand still!" snarled a bandit who tried to stick her with a spear.

She danced around their attacks with such ease she almost began to laugh pleasantly. When the attackers were all tired of her antics, she downed eached and everyone of them with a single stroke of her wooden staff.

She couldn't tell for how long this "dance of death" went on. She only remembered sudden flashes of how bandits approached in one second, only to lie either dead or unconscious the other in front of her feet. She remembered how one had nearly surprised her from behind, but how she had lifted him with her metallic hand off from the ground with incredible strength and dragged him in a loop over her own head, before slamming him into the ground on the other side, breaking his neck.

Another one had swung his sword at her head, but she had dodged underneath, even before she knew where he was going to attack. While down, she had taken the opportunity to grasp his manhood and his balls through his pants with her Dwemer hand and crushed them in one single and firm grasp. The bandit fell mute in the same moment, even though his expression told her that he was in indescribable pain and couldn't possibly scream it out even if he had wanted to.

Three other bandits ran towards her on an uneven line. She purred contently as she darted straight towards them, jumped in mid-speed and "kicked" everyone of them by taking one violent step on one bandits face, before pouncing over to the next - and then the next, creating a chain where she had knocked down several of them by simply walking.

When the battle was over and finished, the majority of the bandits were either dead or writhing in pain on the ground, unable to ever rob or rape again. She turned around to the populace with a content smile, still holding the shaft of the pitchfork.

They were all silent, still trying to come to grips with what had just happened.

Ra'Danji was still gawking like a fool before he finally said: "Sunshine... You... you are one hell of a fighter."