The Man, the Mer & the Beast

The Beast

What had begun as a simple slave raid quickly became a bloodbath.

One of the Argonians managed to break through his chains. He burst out of the cart where two guards tried to apprehend him.

Left with no weapons or choices, he jumped at the closer of the slavers, a tall, wiry Dunmer with a dagger. He bit down hard on his head and ripped away what flesh he could. The Dunmer fell, dead, as the Argonian realized something.

It tasted good.

He lunged at the other Dunmer, a compact one with an axe, got under his guard and tore out his throat. The rest of the caravan sped off, and he began his feast.

Ten years have passed since that day. The nameless Argonian slave who escaped made his way to Vvardenfell, where he would hunt slavers for food and sport. Uko was the name he took. He had tried the Morag Tong and the Tin Lamps, but the Morag Tong was too restrictive and the mostly peaceful approach of the Twin Lamps went too slow. So he became a freelancer, taking bounties and killing any slavers he saw, eating them on the spot like a wild beast.

One day he Uko walked into the Balmora Council Club, ordered some hound meat and Mazte, then sat and began his meal. His eyes darting around under the brim of his hat, looking at everyone.

In his head, he counted down the seconds. Once he hit "zero" a Dunmer came up and sat at the table.

"This is a Dunmer establishment. We don't take kindly to outlanders. Last time one came in here there was a massacre."

"You want me out then throw me out, f'lah." Uko said, then spat.

The reaction was instantaneous. The Camonna Tong thugs all drew their weapons and attacked. He killed four easily with his ebony spear, then the one who tried to get him to leave kicked him in the chest, knocking him out the window, spear and hound meat still in hand. Uko threw a concealed dagger which hit the Dunmer in the chest. He fell down, slowly. Uko took another bite of his meal, then got out of there as quickly as possible.