Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151017130502/@comment-5583506-20151020221002

Shakti entered the door. What she saw inside didn't surprise her the slightest. The Waterfront had always been the bad apple in the barrel that was the Imperial City, but onto this day, it had gone from bad to pure rotten... In a dark corner there was a group of Dunmer with Skooma pipes, lying laid back against the walls. In a nook a Bosmer concubine was taken from behind by an Orc bouncer, grunting loudly.

Shakti made a grimace of disdain as she went deeper and deeper into this... this cesspool of corruption. By a table there were a group of men with hoods drinking heavily and discussing some smuggling trade in High Rock. It didn't take long for them to take notice of the stranger walking in... even less so for some of the inhabitants to start stalking her as she made her way through the long corridor, passing rooms were there were several signs of criminal activity taking place, ranging from prostitution; gambling; slave trade; smuggling; assassination schemes plots of breaking-and-entering.

By a door at the far back there was a tall and imposing Nord standing with his arms crossed, eyeing the Khajiit with each step she took. "What business do you have with Vendelam, cat?" he said with a shrug.

"Shakti's own business", she growled. "And you are in Khajiit's way."

"That's the wrong answer, lass", said the Nord and put his arms to the waist, visually assuring her of his two axes by the folds of his belt.

She could feel the other scum of this place creeping on her from behind, but didn't give them as much as a single sign that she was already aware of their presence. She put a hand on the staff, smiling to the Nord.

"It might be the wrong answer", she said, swiftly pulling the sheath off the tip of her staff. "But you are still in this one's way..."

Vendelam flinched in the bed as the door came crashing in, revealing his bodyguard all battered and bruised with a spear shoved through his back as he collapsed on the floor groaning in pain. The Breton whore by the Dunmer's side screamed out loudly as she saw the Nord.

Shakti placed her foot on the shoulder of the bodyguard, still with her hands clutched around the shaft of the spear, giving it a slow twist into the man's spine.

"Wha-What is the meaning of this?!" shouted Vendelam. "Explain yourself, Khajiit! Or I will make sure your family is fed to the slaughterfish in Lake Rumare!"

"Long time no see, fucker", snarled Shakti and rotated the spear tip around, just to hear the Nord groan beneath her. "Don't worry about your henchman here. Khajiit made sure not to hit any vital parts. He will survive, given the proper healing, although he will most likely be unable to walk or think properly for the remainder of the year."

She turned the spear around again as the Nord shouted out again in pain.

Shakti shrugged. "Nevermind. Make that two years."

Vendelam sat up in bed, pulling up his pants. The naked whore on the other side of the bed used one of the pillows to use as a cover.

Shakti just cast a suspicious glare at her. "You better not be hiding any weapons or the like behind that pillow, save for those giant tits of yours. Otherwise Shakti will introduce you to a real spear."

Vendelam froze up. "Sha-Shakti?" he stuttered before a nervous smile appeared on his face. "Well... I'll be damned! Shakti! Last time I saw you, you were no longer than... well... up to that doorknob! You are... all grown up! A real woman at last. Nice forms and everything."

"Cut that tongue of yours, creep", growled Shakti and yanked her spear free from the Nord's back, causing him to utter a vague whimper. "Or else Shakti will do it for you. Sit the fuck down!"

The Dunmer swallowed hard and chose not to do anything rash. Powerful as he was with all his contacts and his gold, he could rest easy that this foolish Khajiit would regret her actions a tenfold, once he got a hold of some of his best men. His vengeance could surely wait, but as for now he was entirely in her hands.

''Until I send someone to chop them off from her... Shame though... Such nice limbs and everything... Even her bosom is quite appealing...''

"What do you want, Shakti? Gold? Silver? A man? A girl? Skooma? I can provide you with most of what your heart would desire, but would be impossible to aquire in this crazed world."

"Nothing crazy about it, except for people like you", she murmured. "Now. Khajiit wants answers, yes?"

"Answers about what?" he sighed, glancing over at his prostitute, already missing to get back into action with her.

"The location of the rest of the Gutter Cats", she said. "Where is Suri, Sari and Siri?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You mean your siblings?" He shrugged. "To think that you would rely on a crime boss to know the location of your own sisters. That's rather pathetic, don't you agree?"

She clawed him across the cheek. "Shut up!" she hissed. "This one was captured during our rebellion. If the rest of the Gutter Cats managed to get away somehow when the City Watch came into the Waterfront to break the rebellion, you would be the one to know where they would be hiding at, seeing as you have your filthy little Elven eyes and ears everywhere these days."

He provided her with a smug smile. "Indeed I do. But what makes you think that I would voluntarily give away something of that much importance to you?"

Shakti shoved the speartip up against his chin, barely grazing his skin. "Because Shakti was asking kindly the first time, the second time she has to ask something it makes her both annoyed..." She placed a second hand on the shaft of the weapon, readying it for a forceful thrust through the Dunmer's skull. "... and violently angry."

He drew for breath, his chest heaving with withheld stress. "F-Fort Empire", he said, grinding his teeth together. "That's the place where they took them. The Imperial City Watch." He spat. "They were recently escorted from the Imperial City's Prison to the fort because of... the Watch don't wanting to risk letting the local populace find out about their sick little fetisches."

Shakti lowered her spear somewhat and raised her eyebrows worryingly. "Are you telling Khajiit that her sisters have unofficially been taken to Fort Empire for the sake of becoming the City Watch's playthings?"

He nodded, smiling. "Not everyone knows about it, but as you said. I have eyes and ears pretty much everywhere these days. And in these days like these there are plenty of guards interested and eager to plug a trio of rebellious Khajiits." He eyed her from top to toe. "Can't imagine why..."

Shakti returned her speartip to his chin aggressively. "How long ago was this?! Start talking, damn you!"

"Just about two days ago", he replied. "If you leave now, you might still be able to find them unspoiled. Just recently I heard some news that they were re-assigning a captain from the Imperial City's Prison to restore the fort to its former glory, while in reality they just want him to have first dibs on that fresh Khajiiti meat. If my memory doesn't fail me, he happens to be the very same corrupted guard captain who managed to break your and your sisters' little rebellion."

Shakti trembled slightly in her arms. She remembered him all too well. The Captain... She didn't know his real name, nor did she care about his name. But she remembered... She remembered his face, his personality, and the things he had done to her whilst she had been imprisoned. Her entire body ached at the mere thought of it, and her mind felt as if it wanted to tear itself apart just be having the thought of that bastard abusing her sisters in the way he saw fit.

She removed her spear from the Dunmer's chin with a growl. "Don't try and send people after this one. You will regret it on a later occasion."

"Oh, I doubt that..." replied Vendelam threatingly, rubbing the bleeding sore on his throat.

Shakti trampled the groaning Nord on the floor before heading out the way she had come, all surrounded by piles of unconscious and moaning men...