Chapter One
Our party entered the cave. To my left and right I heard the shuffling steps of the Orcish brutes that caught me. The hood that they placed on me prevented me from getting a good look at them, or spitting at them. Behind and ahead of me I heard more heavy footfalls, along with the clanking of heavy chains, such as the ones around my ankles. So, I'm not the only prisoner being moved, am I. Oh well, as long as they don't interfere, the plan will still succeed.
I was jostled from my train of thought when I received a hard kick to the back of my knee. I was forced to kneel, and heard the other prisoners being knelt as well. It appeared as if we had reached our destination. Now I wait…
I didn't have to wait for long.
Off to my right I heard a hefty boom as a set of large doors was thrust open. Through them came the sound of many footsteps, and the guards removed our hoods.
We were knelt in a large, cavernous room. After removing the hoods the guards went to stand around the perimeter of the cave, with many concentrated on the tunnel we came through, the large doors, and two smaller doors of to the side. At the head of the room sat an Orc in full battle armor, face set in a grimace, as if the sight of these prisoners was distasteful to him.
"I am The Red-Eyed Blood-Letter, Durak Stone-Sword. You may call me master. I have gathered you all, and you shall all serve me, for escape is not an option." He said in a gravelly voice. Then he smirked," Well, most of you will serve me. Fenrik, how many this time."
A Redguard with black dreadlocks and a beard stepped forward with a scroll in one hand.
"Four Orc Females, two Redguard males, one Redguard female, three Argonians, one male, and three Khajiits, one male." He read quickly, and then he retreated back to his spot on the wall. Obviously even they feared his wrath.
"Ok, all Redguards to the mine, the Orc males to the mine as well. Send the Orc and Argonian woman to the brothel, the Argonian male to the kitchen. As for the cats," he said, looking my way," the females will be kept as play-things, for a time. The male however, will fight in the arena."
Guards started moving to lead the captives to their assigned posts. When they got to me, I shouted, "Now."
Multiple things happened then. A bow twanged from the side of the cavern, and I moved to place myself into its arrows path. As the arrow drew closer I shifted slightly, and as the arrow whizzed by, it also cut the ropes binding my hands. The Khajiit beside my, who's name was Le'Fey, did her part and used her fire magic to burn her ropes, then moved to burn through the chains. Aela The Huntress, who was the shooter, loaded another arrow into her bow, and started firing at the guards.
During this the prisoners had thrown themselves onto the ground. The guards where in a panic, not knowing who shot. Several were fighting each other, while the smarter ones started moving to surround me and Le'Fey.
Durak sat in his throne, watching the scenery unfold. As Le'Fey finished melting the chains he shouted "Stop". His guardsman retreated to the edges of the room, more afraid of him than my party of three.
"What is your name, Cat." He demanded, spitting the word.
"I am known by many names. The one I was birthed on is not for the ears of bandits. You may call me… Master."
"Well, Cat, do you know whom it is I serve?"
"You serve your own desires, as well as the man known as Shadow-Claw. You are one of five Blood-letters, the lowest rank in your organization, The Pit-Dogs."
"So, you do know. And you still come in here and make an enemy of him. Yes I may be the lowest rank, but I still have one-hundred men stationed here at my base. What are the odds of the three of you getting out alive?"
"It seems you do not understand Orc." I said, feeling my power flowing from my core. "You are the third blood-letter I have visited."
Durak paled, sensing that I spoke true.
"Oh, and there is an acceptable name that you scum can call me, by the way." I smirked, showing my fangs.
"You may call me Dovahkiin."
Then I released the power inside me, that which the dragons-blood in my veins granted me. With one mighty shout, Durak charged towards me, orcish great-sword raised high above his head. He would never make it.
"Fos-Ro-Dah"
