The redguards brow furrowed. What did this small wood-elf want with Brother Martin? She guided the elf to the room, helping her into a chair and slowly made her way to Brother Martin.
"Brother Martin, there is someone here for you." Martins face donned a confused look. He had seen the small girl burst through the double doors, bloody and tattered. He was so busy healing the breton before him to help. He stood up weakly feeling drained from healing all of the wounded refugees and made his way to the elf.
He couldn't see much from where he stood. Her deep red hair was tangled into a low ponytail that from what he could see, reached mid-back and her long ears were neatly pointed. There was close to nothing left of her leather armor revealing her ripped bloody green tunic underneath. He reached the table and cleared his throat.
The sound startled her and she whipped around. Martin sat beside her. "You were requesting me?" Her eyes narrowed cautiously.
"Are you Martin?" She asked.
"Uh, yes, I am, who might you be?" She smiled brightly, all signs of pain off of her face.
"Hi! I'm Valeth!" she chirped. Martins eyebrows raised in surprise.
"hello Valeth, is there something you need of me?"
Hooves clip-clopped against the stone road leading up to Kvatch, gaining speed as it's rider gazed upon the burning remains of the once-great city. The man urged the horse to go faster up the stone hill, his black hair flying behind him and his and his horses armor clinking in sync.
"Halt! don't go any further, it's dangerous." A lone guard was posted a ways before the entrance of the city, stopping anybody from going any further.
"I'm here to help." The mans voice was smooth and deep. The guard hesitantly nodded and let him forward. He squeezed his horses sides to get him to continue cautiously to the gates. approaching a line of defense built up of guards, his eyes widened. A huge arched gate loomed before the city, seemingly made out of flames. every now and then demons would spew out of the opening, shooting fireballs and attacking with their razor sharp claws. Quickly he dismounted and pulled out his massive great-sword.
"What do I need to do?" The captain heaved a great sigh.
"We need you to go into that gate and shut it down. We've sent many good men in there and so far none have come back out. Please, help them if you can."
"Got it." The man started to walk off but the captain put his hand on his shoulder.
"Whats your name, soldier? In case you don't make it out, we'll want to recognize you when this whole mess is over."
"It's Vance. Wish me luck." He jumped into the fiery inferno and disappeared.
Oblivion is extremely hot. That's the first thing Vance noticed. The second thing he noticed was the soldier fighting against the Scamps. Quick into action Vance closed the distance between them quickly and hacked down the scamps.
"Oh thank the gods! I didn't think I'd see another friendly face again!" The mans sweating and weary face smiled but quickly vanished as a look of panic washed over his expression. "Menien! We have to save him! Those demons took him!" The soldier grabbed onto Vance's pauldrons and held him in a vice like grip. Vance stumbled in the mans frenzie but attempted to calm him.
"Sir, I'm sure they needed him for a reason. They wouldn't just kidnap him then kill him off." He tried to say in what he thought was a hopeful voice. He honestly had no idea what the deadra would do with the man, but he hopped he could save him on his way to close the gate. Somehow.
The soldier calmed down. "You know what you're right. I'll- I'll go back to the General, tell them I'm okay. No, no, I should stay with you. For Menien." The weary soldier straightened his helmet and readied his weapon.
Vance sighed. He wasn't a sympathetic man, usually stoic to the world, but this man who was weak and tired and well aware of it was willing to spend more time in this cursed plane of Oblivion itself for a single man who might not even be alive. He smiled a twitch. "No soldier, you'd do more help holding back whatever deadra get out of the gate. I will get your friend, you go back get some rest and heal yourself up. If not for yourself for me and your friend." Vance could swear that was the most he's talked in months. The soldier teared up and nodded, heading off to Tamriel. Vance shook his head, heading to the looming tower that he assumed was where he needed to go.