Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-24736819-20170609025807

"They seemed to be occupied...", Ash shrugged to the guard, hearing what Rigmor told Ursine and turning to Albah'ith, "Do you think that has to do with your discoveries? Perhaps sharing your findings..."

The older redguard frowned, "It certainly sounds like our visit to the ruins could be...well, ruined. You are the diplomat, go talk to them."

Ash nodded and promptly approached the High Queen and company, bowing to the ruler of Skyrim and making small nods and bows to the rest, "High Queen Ursine."

Albah'ith followed and stood by his side, ever watchful.

"Forgive my intrusion, but I couldn't help but to hear.Was there a massive attack of falmer in different settlements?", the younger of the redguards continued as if he knew something.

"Ohh, what was that?", the woman asked, excitedly, clearly pointing our the screams.

"I told you to shut...", Brun was about to backhand slap the prisioner when he spotted a chaurus running after a couple of kids, "What on Nirn..."

Soon enough another chaurus appeared chasing other peasants, which led the woman to comment.

"Perhaps the people of Rorikstead found themselves new pets? Interesting choice, isn't it?", she chuckled.

The guard launched an angry look at his prisioner, which quickly turned into a surprised one when he saw the pale creature running towards them from behind the woman.

"What?", she asked, turning around just in time to see a sword coming her way. She ducked, which led to her captor locking blades with the falmer.

Brun managed to spot a couple of falmers coming their way using his peripheral sight and immediately realized that the village was under attack. The guard tried his best not to panic and not to lose focus, seeing that he was in a strength contest against one of the creatures.

The falmer was strong, but his body was poorly protected as he lacked any armor. Brun managed to unlock his blade, taking a sidestep and cutting the falmer on the stomach.

"Cut me loose and I can help, Brun.", the woman said, using a serious tone that he never heard her using before.

"No way I am cutting you lose.", the guard replied, nervously glancing towards the two incoming falmers, who unlike their companion were using proper chaurus-made armor.

"Your funeral.", the woman shrugged, stepping back so the guard would be more proeminent to the falmer.

Where the heck are you, Olnof?, crossed the young guard's head when the falmer finally got to him and begun their violent storm of swords. Impressively enough, Brun managed to hold his own against the two falmer, but only playing defense.

"They will get you tired and you will die, then I'll die and neither of us gain from that. Cut. Me. Loose.", the prisioner kept saying.

Brun felt his arms getting tired and figured that if he was to live, he needed to start attacking them. He took another sidestep, which allowed one of the falmers to land a direct his to his chest, which, fortunately, didn't went through his armor. He took the opportunity to shove his own blade in the falmer's neck and sent the creature to its eternal sleep.

"Nice move.", the woman said, "Though it was luck that he hit precisely on the sturdier part of your armor."

Brun was getting tired and the prisioner's comments were starting to get even more annoying than before, "It is hard enough...ugh... to focus on my own, your comments are not helping!"

He exchanged strikes with the living falmer before finally getting an opening and penetrating the creature's defense, chopping its head off with a clean cut.

"Well, I'd help if you cut me loose.", the woman smiled.

"Not happening. Come.", Brun pulled her by the chains of her arm-shackles and begun his walk towards the Inn where Olnof was supposed to be.

The duo passed by a lot of human corpses, but were yet to find another falmer.