Shitscale the Brave: Chapter 2

Shitscale's POV

Before setting out to inact revenge upon Ongar for betraying and basically robbing me, I thought it would be a good idea to buy some supplies first. I headed over to Nordwinds to spend the 25 gold I got from Ongar. The shop keeper was a large, ugly man almost twice the size of me, and smelled as musky if not muskier than me. "Hello, kind sir." I greeted him.

"Fuck off," the bitter man replied. Ignoring his comment, I began looking around the shop in search of supplies. I found a steel sword, a healing potion, and some rotten looking meat. Placing the items on the counter the man began adding them up. "That'll be 23 gold," he said. I handed him the money and left the disgusting man to do whatever it is that he does. On the way out I managed to grab a rusty looking iron dagger and slip it in my pocket. Perfect for what I want to do to Ongar, I thought. On my way out I saw a guard and slipped into one of the many alleys and crouched down. After the guard had passed I emerged from my hiding place and began making my way to Ongar's little ass shack at the far end of town. As I made my way over, a drunk Nord stumbled into me and began yelling about kicking my ass. Knowing that he was obviously stronger than me, I grabbed my rusty dagger and plunged it into his tiny Nord brain, killing him instantly. I wiped the blood off my dagger and kept walking, hoping that no one had seen what I had done. Luckily nobody had, so I pulled out my rotten meat and ate it. It tasted like disease and shit, a lot like the meat we had back home. Once done with my meal I washed it down with the healing potion which restored all of my energy. After another 15 minutes of sneaking around town I saw Ongar's nasty little house. Hoping that Ongar was true to his name, I snuck into his house and found the old fuck asleep in his bed, and reeking of alcohol. Pefect, I thought. I snuck up on his sleeping body, then mounted him and began beating him in the face with my grimy shitstained fists. I started beating him senseless, until he finally woke up and started yelling something about being raped, so I put my hand over his mouth and proceeded to slit his muscular neck. He bled out in a matter of seconds, but his body was still warm, so I decided to pleasure myself. I pounded his dead Nord ass for a good half hour before unleashing my gargantuan load all inside his pulverized booty hole. I stole back the Amulet of Kings along with several gemstones and some food for the jouney ahead. Once I had gathered everything I needed, I set his shit-shack on fire and left. I ran to the alleyway closest to me and found Journdr waiting for me.

"Let's get out of here," he said.

Journdr's POV

After parting ways with that Argonian that reeked of dick and garlic, I thought it would be a good idea to get a drink at the pub before I did the dark deed set out before me. I had to sneak past 6 guards, but I finally made it to Olav's Tap and Tack. I walked inside and looked around for any spare alcohol. I spotted a bottle of mead on the table nearest the inn rooms and went to grab it, when a scrawny Imperial picked it up and tried to drink it. I say tried, because when he went to take a sip, I punch his faggot ass in the throat as hard as a Nord could possibly punch. The Imperial died on impact and I picked my prize from his lifeless hand. Everyone in the bar was cheering in excitement as I chugged the mead in one gulp, and threw the bottle at the wall. Once outside I turned left and found the house where I used to live with my wife, Alga. I fucking hate that whore. She turned me in over some fag I murdered for money back in the Imperial City. Now I was going to recover the stolen gold and beat that slut to death. I kicked the door down and found her in bed with a Redguard. "How the fuck did you get out of prison!" she screamed.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of him," the Redguard said, while getting up to fight me. He swung at my head, but I grabbed his arm and twisted it backwards till I heard a satisfying *CRACK*. The greasy nigger cried out in pain as I threw him into the stove located at the right of the bed. Alga, realizing the one thing keeping her from an angry, drunken Nord was just thrown into her stove tried to make a break for it, but Journdr grabbed her by the hair and swung her in to the wall. He then started punching her in the head, while holding her against the wall.

"Where the fuck is my treasure, you nigger fucking whore!" Journdr screamed at his old wife.

"It's under a rock outside the north side of town! Don't kill me!" she begged. Journdr didn't say a word as he threw her into the stove along with her mate. Journdr saw smoke and knew that guards would be coming so he quickly ran into the nearest alley. He smelled cum and dead sardines, so he looked to where the smell was coming from, and there was Shitscale.

"Let's get out of here," he said.