Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141029134758/@comment-27783182-20141101144831

After being taken away from Hjaalmarch's coast to the freezing tundras of Skyrim, Ihlenda was finally activated by a group of bandits in Alftand.

"Ain't she a beaut, lads?" A man with a big sword* said.

"I've never seen such Animunculus like that."

"Why did you take it?"

Those two bandits also had big swords, and were really curious.

"You know my fetish, worms. I love Animunculi." The Bandit Chief replied. "I found it 2 months ago, when I was raiding another bandit clan, in Hjaalmarch."

"Is she some kind of waitress?" One of the bandits asked.

"Of course not, you idiot! Didn't you read the blueprint that it had on it's chest?!"

"Um... no-"

Another bandit interrupted.

"A.R.C.A.D.I.A.... It's obviously a mage."

The Bandit Chief slapped the leather-armored bandit.

"A.R.C.A.D.I.A stands for Advanced Rapid Cooperative Apparatus Delivering Intelligent Android, you knee-shootin' dumbass!"

"And what exactly does that mean?" The bandit that was slapped asked.

"It's a blueprint courier of some sorts. A war droid." The bandit chief replied. "Drozan, c'mere a sec. I want to show you this."

A familiar Ohmes-raht walked from the darkness, completely shirtless and wearing ragged trousers.

"What?" Drozan asked.

The Bandit Chief activated Ihlenda with some Dwarven Oil he had found. Ihlenda suddenly started to release some steam and looked around.

"Whe-e-e-ere am I? What ha-a-a-appened?" She asked.

The old bandit got an even bigger sword when he heard her voice, even though she was malfunctioning.

Ihlenda stood up, but she couldn't touch the ground because of the jets in her boots. "Who-o-o are y-y-y-ou?"

"She works! She's alive!" The Bandit Chief cheered.

"What are we going to do to her?" A crossbowman asked.

The chief smirked.

"You, my sweet Drone, is going to be our slave."

"I am no-o-obody's slave, you inf-e-e-eerior, low-pitch scu-u-u-mbag!" She shouted.

She turned her right hand into a dwarven sword and her left hand into a dwarven axe. She fought her way out of Alftand and ran out to the wilderness.

"She... she flew away!" The bandits shouted.

"All my courting dreams... gone..." The chief sighed.

"Wait, what?"

"N-nothing! GET BACK TO YOUR POSTS, MAGGOTS!"

(Yay, a pie!


 * Boner :P)