Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-25127382-20150519074755

After a couple of days of shifting between walking and resting, taking any chance to avoid hostility, Lavinia reached the plains just outside the city of Whiterun. After a little incident at Riverwood, in which she got a good view of the monsters up close, she knew what they were. She was quite familiar with death, as well as undeath. She had started referring to these monsters as 'the Fallen', due to the fact that they acted differently from normal undead. Normal puppets of the Black Arts do not usually try to bite, for one thing.

She overlooked the plains from the hills, scanning the area for hostile life... or unlife. There were a few of them near the farms, as well as the stables.

"Hircine guide my shots..." muttered the huntress to herself as she started stealthily descending the hill.

As she approached the stables in her subtle state, she took a few shots at any undead she saw. Most of them died following single arrows by the expert marksman, but the skull is there for a reason, so a few of them required multiple arrows, when the eyes or other lightly protected areas were not visible, or when her arrows were rushed at close enemies.

It had only taken her a few minutes to kill the few undead near the entrance, and reach the gate, She opened it gently, checking the state within.

As soon as she had opened the gate and peeked in, she knew that not even Whiterun was safe. An undead rushed at her, and she swiftly closed the gate on him, but the monster's arm was stuck in the door, preventing her from closing it. In a rush of adrenaline, she summoned a bound Daedric sword and tried to cut off his arm, but to no avail. She managed to cut the arm off, but the zombie had already forced his way through the gate. Lavinia leapt at him, kicking him into the ground, and proceeded to stab him repeatedly in the chest, before an eventual stab through the side of his head to finish him off. The roars of the creature were sure to attract more, so she knew she had to get out of there. The undead had already reached the drawbridge, and had her surrounded, so she had to leap off the wall. She did all she could, and followed the path east, easily outrunning her enemies.

As she ran past the Honningbrew Meadry, Lavinia spotted a cave up ahead. A good hiding place, she rushed to it, but as she got over there, she realised it was already populated. Two Nords dressed in full steel armour had drawn their weapons, one a bow, one a greatsword, and pointed them at her.

"Well, look what we have here." one of them said. "A pretty little lady.lost in the dark."

Lavinia raised her hands in the air, as if surrendering.

"P-p-please, I s-s-surrender. I-i'll do anything, just don't k-k-kill me." Lavinia said.

"Anything, eh?" one of the Nords asked. "Well, our little group is strong enough, but we don't have any women here. You'll be a nice little... addition to our crew. Jorvar, take her weapons! We'll take her to the boss."

"Aye, sir." said the one with the greatsword.

Lavinia had her weapons taken away by the two brutes, and was led into the cave. As soon as they were inside, she leapt into action, summoning a bound sword in one hand, bound dagger in the other, and swiftly stabbed one of them in the neck with the dagger, follows by slitting the throat of the other with the sword. Their minds were so simple, so easy to outsmart.

Lavinia took her weapons back and silently moved closer into the cave. Bow drawn in advance.

''Desperate times call for drastic measures. These Nords will die, and I will survive here.''