Team Work Doesn't Always Work
Disclaimer: I don't own Oblivion: The elder scrolls IV, I own Rolf, Illus, Ra'jarr and some of the characters who are not seen in the game.
The breeze blew thought trees near Lake Rumare; it would have been the most peaceful place in all of Cyrodil, but any chance of peace was ruined by the two people arguing and yelling at each other at the top of their lungs, their faces red with rage. There was a third person standing in the background, her head shaking from side to side,
"Why do I travel with these idiots again?"She thought, then having to dodge a fireball, which had been cast by her Breton companion; the fireball had been aimed for her Nord companion and while the Breton was now apologizing with the utmost sympathy, and fear, heaven knew he had every reason to fear the Khajit; he was trying to hide his fear, though not very well. The Khajit was now thinking of many ways to cause as much pain as possible to the Breton mage as well as her Nordic swordsmen friend, who had been laughing at the whole event.
"Illus you idiot you nearly hit me with that fireball of yours and Rolf, you think that is funny!"
"Well, to be honest Ra'jarr, it was petty funny an' all-Ahhh!" A flame Atronach appeared in front of the now screaming Rolf, summoned by Ra'jarr. This was the reason why Illus and Rolf were afraid of the Khajit women. Every time someone pissed her off she would either draw her long sword and attack them or get one of her summons to do it, both of these possibilities were painful and could end in serious injury for the person who ticked her off. Her temper was one of the many reasons why the group were in their current situation, they had no money. This was because they were constantly having to pay fines when Ra'jarr attacked someone out of anger, because the Nord had a love of booze and got drunk almost every night and because Illus had to be in charge of the money and while he was by far the most responsible, he was at best a pushover. He wouldn't let Ra'jarr go to jail, he would let Rolf drink and when he did try to tell them not to do these things, his words would fall on deaf ears. So now the group had to look for any kind of quest that would bring in some money.
After the Breton and Nord had been beaten and yelled at, the group continued their search for a quest they, asked around the imperial city, but had no luck. It soon became dark and the group found no quest and hadn't a piece of gold to their names. Tired and hungry, the group made camp in a nearby cave.
"Well at least things can't get any worse!"Illus yelled, raising is arms into the air.
"We're out of food."The Nord added, sounding nervous.
"WHAT!" Illus and Ra'jarr yelled in unison, starring at their Nordic friend, both had shock and anger on their faces. Illus became calm, his eye right began twitching.
"Rolf, remember how I gave you half our remaining gold yesterday?" The mage began questioning the Nord, knowing where it would lead.
"Um...yeah, of course I do!"Rolf sounded even more nervous now.
"Do you remember that I asked you to buy food with it?"
"Oh, well I kinda spent the gold on something else-"
"-What did you spend it on Rolf, what could be more important then the basic needs?!"Anger was easily heard in there Berton's voice.
" Well I-I went to the Feed Bag to buy the food, just like you said, but I sorta spent it, I didn't mean to but I-"
"-You spent it on ale didn't you!"
"... yes." he began to stare at his feet, much like a child.
"Well at least we have the food which Ra'jarr brought, right?"Illus stared at Ra'jarr, hope glittering in is his, he knew she would have brought some food, she wouldn't have been so selfish or a idiotic as Rolf, she would have remembered to get something to eat.
"Um...well-"
"-What did you send it on?" Illus' head was hung in dismay, how could his friends do this? Were they really that lacking in brains?
"A new dagger."Illus looked down in despair, there was no way that his 'friends' were normal people, a normal person would have got the food because it was important, not spent their hard earned, and very little money, on ale or weapons, he had nearly given up on any chance that they had basic morals or working brains for that matter.
"Well that's just great, we have no money and no food!"
The group sat around the dieing fire, cold air blew in sending chills down their spines. The cave did not make a good place to sleep. They were out in the open and anything could come in and attack them, but it was better then nothing.
"I'm starving, hey Illus, don't you have some alchemy ingredients we could eat?" The Breton stared at Rolf, his left eye twitching.
"Unless you feel like eating blood grass or a Daedric heart, then no I don't have anything you can eat! Even if I did do you think I would waste it on you!"
"Sorry for asking." Rolf turned away from Illus," Hey where did Ra'jarr go?"Said the Nord.
The Khajit was outside the cave, looking at a nearby person, he looked like a merchant and a weak one at that.
"I think I have found an answer to our problem." She pointed to the merchant, her cat like eyes glowing in the darkness.
"Think I get the idea."A grin appearing on Rolf's face.
"Stop it you two! We're not criminals, we will not go down to that level, we're better then that!"
"Come on, its one little robbery, no harm in it." Said the Khujit, a sweet little smile on her face.
"And anyway, look at him, he can afford to spare a few coins, and some food by the size of him."A more sly grin appeared on the Nord's face.
The merchant was riding a horse, a black, horse at that, which would have cost a pretty penny to get. His clothes were made of Velvet and other expensive materials, he had many bag, most looked like they were carrying weapons. Some on the over hand, were carrying food and this is what the group was looking for.
"Rolf, what matters is that we would be stealing and that is wrong, if you two have any morals you would-you're not listening are you?"His friends were once again ignoring his advice, they were going to rob the man and there was nothing he could do.
"Well fine! You two can go and steal if you want, I will stay here and knowing that I still have some morals and that I will do the right thing!"
"Okay then, more for us!"
Rolf and Ra'jarr left the cave and began to follow the merchant, waiting for the best moment to strike, they followed him deeper into the forest, avoiding being seen by him or any violent creatures which may dwell there. The merchant stopped at by a river to set up camp.
"Now's our chance!"Said Ra'jarr, eyes fixed on the merchant and his belongings. They jump from the bushes weapons at the ready, the merchant turned around, seeing the two people about to attack, he yells "Guards, guards, bandits!"Two imperial guards appear from the forset, sheilds and swords in hand. The Nord and Khujit back away from them, looking for a way out.
"Oh crap, this is bad, what should do?!" Rolf turned to Ra'jarr, hoping that she would have a plan ready for this kind of situation.
The Khujit turned to Rolf, "Do not worry, I have a plan for an event like this."
"Great, I knew you would have Ra'jarr, what is it?"
"We run like like hell!" Said, running in the opposite, her friend close on her heels, as well as the guards.
The two ran as farst as they could, trying to escape the guards to no avail, and eventually ran into a high cilff which they could not climb, the guards had them cornered, they were in serious trouble. The Nord began pleading to the guards.
"I'm sure we can talk this out, right? We're all good people here and you'll understand what we did, wont you?" His plead lay on deaf ears as he and Ra'jarr were carried off to the imperial prison because they could not pay the fine.
Illus was watching from the trees, having seen what had happened to his comrades, he began to think over if he should help them or not. They were his friends, but they should have listened to him and also, to help them meant breaking into the imperal prison, that was something no sane man would do, but they were his friends, they had always been there for each other for better, or, in most cases, worse, they were the ones who never left him behind before and he'd be damned if he left them in jail."I know that I'll regret, but I have to help them!" He said, heading off into the prison, not looking back, ready to, hopefully, to save his friends.
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