Cassius woke up to the sound of a corpse being dropped into his cell, but didn't move, plotting out what he would do. When he did move, upon hearing the squealing metal grate close, he felt aflame and remembered, vividly, his own death. He reluctantly stood, seeing his new, yet not as strong a set, of armor. Seeing the key, he snatched it unlocking the door.

"Die." He chanted as he sliced hollows apart. Blood splattered his armor as Cassius slaughtered the ugly horrors.

He soon stood at a metal bar in the ground, planted in such a way to make itself noticeable, while surrounded by wood and ash. Due to a very real love of fire, Cassius set fire to the bar, and felt stronger. Roaring out, he slammed into large double doors.

The doors flew open, and, as Cassius Caesar stood in the center of the room, a giant, horrific demon fell from the sky, swinging his hammer down to squash Cassius. Cassius dodged to the left, smashing giant urns and rolled through the doorway. A thick metal gate slammed down in the doorway. And so, the undead Caesar found himself needing a new way to kill the creature blocking his path.


Blood spurted out of the bandit's forehead, an arrow striking it dead center. Elven, tipped with frostbite venom. If bandits had as much brain power as the animals whose hides they wore on their chests, they would flee. For this was the calling card of a certain elf whose home and loved one had been burnt to ash. Another arrow was shot, hitting a female imperial bandit straight through the heart. "WHERE?" A loud, gravely voice demanded.

Within five minutes, all of them were dead. Mutilated. Stomachs were cut open, limbs were sliced off, eyes were shot out. A man stood amongst this chaos. He dressed in the garb of a thief, and had a bow most elves would be jealous of. His face remained unseen, and his breath was heavy through anger. The bandits he slaughtered weren't just savages, they sold the most oil of anyone in Skyrim.

After getting the names of each of the recent customers, the elf had bashed in the head of their leader with a mace he'd grabbed off one of the bandits.

Cassius Caesar, a dead ally, had bought out the last of their best oil, smuggled from anywhere and everywhere in Tamriel.