Prologue
The stone wall crashed inward, pouring sun light and the body of Gregald the Strangler with it. Gregald, the leader of the Wolf's Fang bandit clan, struggled to get onto his feet but to no avail as both his legs, along with several other bones, had shattered. Calmly, Tamara Redwood, otherwise known as the Black Elf for her dark grey skin and black eyes, levitated through the hole in the wall and into the bandit lair. She stared down at the unconscious body of Gregald the Strangler.
With a motion of her hand, his body lifted into the air. "Looks like you'll be going back to prison where you belong." She said with a satisfied smirk.
As she turned in the air to leave, she came to face a shaking spear point in her face. One of the bandit grunts, probably one of their new bloods from how young he looked, stood beaten and battered. Behind him, the entire bandit camp stood burned and wrecked and all the bandits either unconscious or already ran away. I just love my handy work Tamara thought.
"S-stop right there!" He said with a forced courage. "Don't…don't even think about moving!" Sweat poured down the man's face as his eyes darted back and forth looking for threats.
"You know," Tamara said with a sinister smile. "I would have thought by now you guys would understand that I don't even have to move to defeat you."
With that, she forced her telekinetic will and bent the end of the spear, forcing it further and further back until the very tip nearly touched the man's nose. He gave a scared whimper than dropped the spear and fell to his knees. Tamara floated back to the ground and patted him on the shoulder, Gregald still floating behind her unconscious. "I'd advise finding a better business than being a brigand." She said as she walked away calmly, captured bandit leader in tow, humming to herself.
Tonight she'd celebrate a little after turning in Gregald to the Whiterun prison and getting her bounty.