Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151201230232/@comment-5543592-20151202222054

Scire lead Ragnar deep into the forest, until they arrived at cave. Scire was stopped outside, staring at something.

“Give me my weapon back.”   Ragnar instructed, approaching. Scire motioned to something on the outside of the cave. Ragnar looked down at the wooden crate bearing the symbol of the Imperial Legion.

“We should get Talin.”   Scire said.

“No.”   Ragnar said forcefully, taking back his club. “We will look into this ourselves.”

Scire froze, then nodded once, and followed Ragnar’s lead.

The two descended into the cave, Scire with his bow out, and Ragnar with his club ready.

“You never did have me do any fighting.”   Scire said, seemingly out of the blue, as they entered the dark.

“I did not hire you for your prowess. I needed information.”

“Yeah, on Morrowind.”   Scire said. “I figured it out, big guy.”

“If you know me then you’ll realize my interest wasn’t in Morrowind itself.”

Scire furrowed his brow, dropping into a crouch as they neared a bend. “What do you mean?”

“Morrowind has resisted the Empire’s touch for half a century. Your culture is your own. The Empire never succeeded in completely subverting you. I was trying to figure out how you achieved that.”

Scire was silent for a while. As they passed through the bend light shone. “Did you ever figure it out? Why Morrowind is different?”

“Yes.”

Scire was about to ask what Ragnar meant, when they saw torches, and both fell silent. As they came around the bend in the cave’s tunnel. They could see it ended in an iron barred door, like one would see in a mine, and two Legionnaires in red clothed Imperial Light Armor stood guarding it.

They reached for their weapons as they saw Ragnar and Scire come around the bend.

<span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">The first went down before he could even get his sword free, an arrow through his throat. Ragnar came at the second, his club at his side. The man swung down at Ragnar, the beefy Nord caught the Legionnaire’s arm at the wrist. He crushed the bones in it, forcing the soldier to drop his sabre with a yelp, and Ragnar released the man’s wrist only to knock him out with a blow to the temple. Ragnar didn’t stop there, and finished the Legionnaire off by crushing his windpipe with a stomp.

<span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Little excessive?”   Scire said with a wince, shouldering his bow and coming up alongside Ragnar.

<span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">The Nord didn’t reply, instead crouching down to the dead Legionnaire.

<span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Scire tried the iron-bar door. “It’s locked.”   The Dunmer stated.

<span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Ragnar held up a key, and then rose to unlock the door. He instructed Scire to drag the bodies in after them, and tuck them away. Once that was done, Ragnar locked the door from the inside.

<span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“That a good idea?”   Scire asked.

<span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Not the best, but it’s not suspicious this way.”   Ragnar replied, before the two descended into the cave.

<span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“So…” Scire said, trying to find a suitable topic of conversation.

<span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Just, keep-”   The corridor they’d been walking down came to a sudden end as the Dunmer and Nord entered a massive, well-lit chamber.

<span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">Full of Legionnaires. The army of which almost saw them instantly. A dozen or so bows and crossbows were trained on them in moments. <p style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding: 0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"><span style="font-size:14.0pt; font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin">“Did not see that coming…”   Scire muttered, as he was disarmed and bound.