They arrived to a long narrow way at the bottom of the stairs, finding no one as usual. Livion walked close behind Hadvor as he led the way down the hall. T'sung's ears twitched as he heard something coming their way, something very large.
"Look out!" T'sung yelled, pulling Livion out the way as the wall caved in, blocking their way. Hadvor cursed the dragon to himself as he looked at the big pile of rubble up and down for anyway through. Finding there was none, he turned back to the others with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face that screamed anger.
"Looks like we have to find another way around?"
T'sung looked around to find a door to his left, "Where does this lead to?" He pointed to the wooden door.
"That would lead to the kitchen…there would be another door that leads to the other side." Hadvor explained, as T'sung opened the door to a kitchen area. Inside the room, a fire was started with a pot boiling over the fireplace, a table sat in the middle of the room still with plates of bread and meat left over before the soldiers were called away. T'sung's stomach growled like a saber as he eyed the fresh food with a new found hunger.
"There should be some potions here somewhere, take what you need." Hadvor said, as he walked toward a group of barrels, rummaging through them for any supplies.
Livion looked to T'sung, "If you're hungry take something," Her face shifted to concern, "I don't want you to starve…"
T'sung shook his head, "I'll eat once we get out, and I'll feel better knowing that you are safe is my main concern right now."
Livion gave a heartfelt smile as she heard that, and then placed a hand to her heart, "T'sung you give my life meaning, you know that?"
"Of course I know that." He rolled his eyes playfully and continued to look around the room.
He found a few health potions along with some stamina bottles lying on the top shelf in the right corner of the room. Hadvor handed some to Livion who placed it in her satchel for safe keeping. Then a group of Stormcloak soldiers came running in through the back door with swords drawn.
"Looks like more Imperials boys! Get them!" One man yelled to the other three who grinned slyly. T'sung was the first to draw his sword, followed by Livion and Hadvor. He lost all patience with the soldiers, he had enough, so T'sung attacked first, clashing their swords together making sparks fly in the air. The clanking of metal was the only sound that filled the room, as they began to battle. The Stormcloaks didn't stand a chance against the well trained Khajiit and Livion, who had years of practice. They were easily defeated after a while into the fight.
T'sung huffed, kicking one of the limp bodies that lay on the floor, a pool of blood forming together from the cut up soldiers. Livion stood in the middle of the room, still clutching her sword, her eyes flickering from left to right waiting for anymore soldiers to appear. It was only four of them, much to her disappointment.
"Quickly now you two," Hadvor told them as he made his way toward a door, "This will take us to the torturing chamber."
"Torturing!?" Livion's eyes wide with anticipation, making T'sung place his head in the palm of his hand and shaking his head slightly.
"You had to say it didn't you…" He complained to himself, knowing that Livion loved torturing, especially if they have a room just for it. It's Livion's nature and job to bring people to their deaths, but he knows that she has a softer side to her.
Livion's eyes sparkled with amazement as she eyed one of the torturing devices they had out. She couldn't help by touch many of the tools that were lying about as they walked by, some were still covered in fresh blood that stained her hands as she touched every single one. T'sung had to pull her toward him when she stopped to stare to marvel at a pulling contraption that was designed to rip people in half, or limb by limb. He was even considering actually getting one for her, because he knew she would be asking for one sooner or later after they get out. Hadvor was certainly creeped out by Livion's bizarre behavior; maybe he thought she was crazy even, he wouldn't be the first…
They raced down some stairs to hear the sound of people shouting and cursing, along with the clanking of metal together. The shouts got louder as they neared the bottom of the stairs, Livion quickly ducked when a bolt of lightning came flying toward her head, only to hit the stone wall. She swiftly got to her feet, eyeing the fight going on between the two group of people.
They watched from the sidelines as Hadvor leaped into action to help the Imperial soldiers who seemed to be handling them just fine.
"Shouldn't we help them?" T'sung asked, turning his head toward Livion who was leaning against the wall, with a smile tugging at her lips. She was too busy enjoying the fight to even hear his question.
"What?" She finally said, looking at her son with a genuine smile which didn't faze him.
The mage struck one of the soldiers with an ice spick, making Livion burst out laughing when the man who got impaled, started spitting up blood all over himself. T'sung took a step away from her as she started clapping her hands, and cheering loudly making everyone in the room who wasn't dead, stare at her with confused looks. All the while, T'sung sneaked away from her to join Hadvor and the two other men who were talking about what was going on outside. The mage didn't seem to believe that there was a dragon, but the other seemed to believe.
Livion walked up toward the mage, not believing this guy, "Hey, how about you go outside for some fresh air and some sun light! I heard it's supposed to get blazing hot this time of year?"
Hadvor raised brow as he looked at T'sung, who gave him a slight smile while trying to avoid his gaze. Realizing that he needed to keep her from killing the guy, he quickly grabbed her by her shoulders to pull her away from the man.
"Sorry about that sir, she can get a little wild when she doesn't have her tea…" T'sung explained, dragging Livion away who protested against him by struggling out of his tight grip.
"Don't blame this on me and my damn tea!" Livion exclaimed loudly, slipping out of T'sung hold.
The older mage cleared his throat as he looked to Hadvor who returned his attention back to him.
"I'm afraid that I don't know what you mean," The mage said, crossing his robes over his chest, "We been down here the whole time, when these ruffians came barging in, looking for a way out."
"So you didn't stop and wonder what was going on outside?" T'sung raised a brow, while Livion in the background was looking through all the cages; she stopped in front of a cell with a dead body lying against the rusted bars.
"If you go through that door, there should be a way out, but I'm staying here," The old mage said, as he walked away from Hadvor to where Livion was at near the cages.
"What happened to him?" Livion asked the mage, who turned to the corpse with a smile.
"Ah, that fellow got locked in, poor fellow was screaming for days…"
"So you just so happen to have lost the key?" She asked, raising a questioning brow at the mage, who turned his head to Hadvor, not answering her question.
"There should be some picks in that bag over there, you can have his stuff. He won't be needing it…" The mage smirked.
T'sung dug through the bag, pulling out a few potions, some picks and a spell book, which he put back. He never really cared for magic, and didn't really pursue to learn it, since he didn't like magic. He preferred the traditional way to kill someone, hands, or swords.
Hadvor then gave him extra, just in case he would break them, but when it comes to lock-picking, it was his specialty. Livion would just end up breaking every pick and complain about it nonstop until she blows a fuse over it.
"Sure take all my things," The mage said to them as T'sung bent down to pick the lock with Livion hanging over his shoulder in awe at his craftsmanship.
Once the door opened, T'sung quickly picked up some gold coins, since they would need the money once they got out. All of their money was taken from them, even the ones they earned for their hard labor, and they didn't go half-way across Nirn for nothing.
When they went to Hammerfell they had to exterminate a bunch of re-formed sand creatures that were plaguing a town. It was just some relentless spirits that Livion's father needed her to take care of, and to send them back to the afterlife. The spirits that are trapped in the mortal realm needed to find their way to the afterlife themselves, usually it appears right after death, but one's soul can be trapped forever on Nirn. When that happens they can wonder Nirn for eternity. Arkay was against that, that's why he has Livion, to send them to the afterlife, undead, or not.
When the last of the loot was taken, T'sung placed the money in an empty pouch before placing it in Livion's satchel before moving on with Hadvor. The mage's assistant decided to come with them while the old man stayed behind, not wanting to be away from his work. What work exactly…
Just as they were about to leave, Livion turned to the mage.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" She asked.
"I told you already! Nothing you say will change my mind." The mage spat, then he went back to his work leaving them alone.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" T'sung asked Livion who only shrugged.
"Well he's dead, either the Stormcloaks will get him, or the dragon will…" She stated plainly, turning back to follow Hadvor, leaving T'sung with a blank expression as she left the room to walk through hallway.
They arrived to a lower level into the torture chamber, with cages hanging over a fire, and bones lying on the ground with crimson red blood painted over the walls. The room itself was freezing that you could see your own breath; the fire did little to warm the room up at all.
The small group arrived to a giant hole in the wall that leads into a small cave entrance. It appeared that someone had to have knocked the wall down in order to find this hidden passage way.
"Was this hole always here?" Livion asked Hadvor with a puzzling look.
Hadvor opened his mouth, but closed it quickly as he frowned and said, "You know, I have no clue," He turned to her, "Convenient nonetheless, now let's hurry."
Livion and T'sung nodded as he led the way, followed by the nameless assistant who trailed behind him as they sprinted down a winding cave tunnel. T'sung's ears twitched as he heard voices ahead of them, and he quickly stopped the group before they could proceed any further.
"Hold up, I hear something…" T'sung said as he drew his sword, and nodded to Livion who pulled her sword out as well. Hadvor quickly clung to the wall, to peer over the side of the wall to see a giant cavern room with a small little stream running down from the rocks and to the other side of the room. He spotted five Stormcloaks walking around on a cobble pathway. Why they were just in this room, and not trying to escape, the world will never know.
Hadvor turned to the others, "There's no way around them, we'll have to charge in and attack head on."
Livion nodded with a smile forming on her lips, "Got it!" her voice was over exited as she said that.
"There are two archers near the door; do you think you can take them out?" Hadvor asked Livion who just rolled her eyes, smiling at how dumb he was.
"Pfft yeah," She looked at T'sung, "I'm going in!" she twirled her sword and got up from her spot.
"Wai-" Hadvor reached out to grab her, but she raced out from their hiding spot, giving a giant battle cry that would shatter your ears. T'sung cupped his face in his hands, embarrassed as everyone watched in silence as the Stormcloaks turned with puzzled expressions as they drew their swords as Livion leaped into action.
Hadvor looked at T'sung with an angry expression forming across his face, "Is she seriously like this all the time!?"
"You don't know the half of it…" T'sung grumbled
"What the-"One of the Stormcloaks said in confusion as Livion stabbed him right in the side, before dodging the other attacks to make her way to the two archers who were drawing their arrows from their quivers to point them at her.
Hadvor quickly leapt into battle, along with T'sung and the other guy. T'sung jumped to the side as one of them swung a giant great sword his way, and he swiftly sliced into his back. The others had taken out the others and they were about to go help Livion when they saw her almost to the other side of the room. One had fired an arrow straight towards her, but with a fast reflects she grabbed it barely a few inches from her face. The archers looked at each other with wide eyes and looked back at Livion who was twirling the arrow around with a giant grin.
"Here I think this belong to you!" She tossed the arrow back at the one who shot it at her.
There was a piercing sound at the arrow penetrated right through the throat, and the soft cries from the Stormcloak. The other gasped in horror at the sudden attack, and the chocking soldier who collapsed before him, spilling blood out his mouth. That caused the Stormcloak to jump in fright and fall into something went and oily as he tried to get away from the dead body with an arrow through the neck area. Once he got up from the ground, he shockingly looked over to Livion who was still smiling, but was making her way toward him, sword and all. Fearing for his life, he quickly got up and ran toward the door as fast as he could without tripping over his shaking feet. Livion just smirked and held up her hands to open her palm with a fire emerging from them.
"Where do you think you're going?" Livion asked, tossing a fire bolt at the running soldier who was fleeing from battle. The man quickly burst into flames when contacted with the fire, when he fell into oil. T'sung stopped right next to Livion to watch a flaming ball of mass run around in circles, eventually hitting the wall to fall to the ground, screaming out in pain. The screams died down shortly, leaving what looked like the remained of a severally burnt skeleton with no flesh.
T'sung slowly turned his head toward Livion with a look of shock, "Livion!?"
"What?!" She asked looking at T'sung who's fur was drained of all color, "Is something that matter?"
"You just burned a guy alive?" T'sung said, pointing to the burned skeleton of what was left of the man in a small pile on the ground.
"Oh that, right, well he was trying to escape!" Livion exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest while puffin her cheeks in a childish manner.
T'sung pinched the bridge of muzzle, "Yeah trying to escape from you!"
Hadvor and the assistant finally arrived to the scene, stopping to stare at the two who were arguing, but when they spotted the pile of ash they looked at them for answers.
"What's that?" Hadvor asked, pointing to the pile of dust that was just sitting there.
"That sir, would be the remains of a man…" T'sung said, turning to look at Hadvor with the same shocked look he gave Livion.
Livion just waved her hand, "Well, he was an enemy?"
Hadvor nodded at Livion, admiring her skill, "That's the way to do it!" He chuckled as he walked over to the pile of dust, to stomp on it several times. Livion grinned feeling accomplished with herself, while T'sung shook his head as the Nord danced on remain of what used to be a Nord just like him.
"And I thought Imperials were supposed to be the civilized ones…" T'sung muttered to himself trying to avoid the disgraceful sight.
Once Hadvor had his fun, the assistant said he was going to go back to make sure that old mage was alright, and he was going to stay with him. Why in the world would he go back, he's almost to freedom and he chooses to go back? They didn't protest against the guys wishes, for he was his own man, and he made his own choices. Even if those choices meant his own demise, knock yourself out.
They watched the man run off back the way they had first came. Livion shook her head shamefully catching T'sung's attention as in wondering why she looked distressed.
"Well he's dead, their all dead!" She yelled, turning the other way toward where their freedom awaits them.
"Come on hurry up you guys! I'm starting to get hungry over here," Livion yelled, "Why is there a bridge here?!"
T'sung and Hadvor raced toward Livion who pulled a lever lowering the wooden bridge. Livion groaned when it revealed that the next room wasn't the way out, but it was another cavern.
They all walked together across the bridge and into the cave room, just before the ceiling behind them collapsed, blocking the way back.
"That was a close one and it looks like we won't be going back any time soon." Hadvor mumbled, watching as the dust settled around the rocks.
Livion giggled, "Neither would anyone else who wishes to escape."
"Livion, that's dark…" T'sung glared at her before she took off down the stone steps to follow a little stream.
"Come on-" Livion trembled as the ground shook and the sound of rocks collapsing came from nearby. The tremor ended quickly, causing Hadvor to start worrying.
"We better get going before another way out is blocked." He said, quickly making his way toward Livion who was waiting for them .
"I found a path, this way!" She called to them.
The group followed the path with Hadvor leading the way through, with Livion at the back.
When they got to the next little chamber, T'sung's heart dropped when he saw giant spiderwebs everywhere, with cocoons and eggs clinging to the walls and floors. A cluster of spiders swarmed the place like flies to rotten flesh.
His face was wiped clean of emotion; only on the inside was he screaming to flee far, far, away from here. Not hearing anything from him, Livion took a glance at him and instantly knew what was wrong. He was terrified of spiders, especially frost spiders. She knew at a young age when she was taking care of T'sung, he had this fear of spiders. Either it was the many eyes it had, the fangs, the venom, or even the eight legs, and let's not forget their god awful size, it was best to fear the frost spider.
Hadvor turned to them, frowning at T'sung who had a blank expression as if zoned out.
"What's wrong with the cat?" He asked Livion, turning his head to see her pulling out a sword.
"Oh nothing, that's just his game face. I'll take care of this." She gave a cheerful smile, patted T'sung on his head, who said nothing, and walked into the room making all the spiders turn to face her, hunger in their eyes.
They started to crowed her from all sides, which made it more fun for Livion as she stared at a large spider who was flickering it's mandibles as it slowly came toward her.
"Get some!" She yelled before cutting its head right off, before turning around to see a medium size spider leaping at her, fangs barred and all. It landed itself right onto her sword, gushing green blood from the wound. Livion quickly dropped the body down, and swung hard to her left near a stone pillar where a spider was trying to pounce on her. Its legs was cut right off, leaving the beast to squirm as its blood gushed from the open wound to kill it slowly from blood loss. She then grabbed a smaller sized spider than the medium ones, to crush it in her hand not even caring if it was biting its small fangs into her skin, leaving a trail of venom.
When the last of the frost spiders were taken care of, she turned to the others, wiping her messy hand on her clothes. T'sung blinked a couple of times, confused to what was going on.
"What. What happened?" he asked, looking around the room once more. His eyes landed on Livion who was smiling with a blade covered in green blood laid to her side.
"Okay, their all dead!" She smiled, holding her hands up in the air.
Hadvor looked to T'sung, placing his hand on his shoulder, "You are one lucky cat to have a woman like that…"
"What?" T'sung said, frowning at his choice of words, "What do you mean?"
"Well, isn't she your-"
"NO!?" T'sung cut him off, his eyes wide, "Livion is my mother!"
Hadvor whistled, turning to look at Livion and back to T'sung, "Does that mean she's available?"
T'sung furrowed his eyebrows, pulling out his sword, making Hadvor step away from him slowly with his hands up in a cautious manner.
"Okay…I'm slowly…walking away now…" He said, slowly walking backwards as T'sung still glared at him with sword in hand. Once Hadvor was gone, he made his way to Livion who was crouching next to the dead spiders, pulling out an empty bottle she picked up in the kitchen.
He was still sketchy around the spiders, even if they were dead, which he was thankful for.
"What are you doing Livion?" T'sung asked, looking over her shoulder in curiousity. He instantly regretted that decision.
Livion gave a chilling smile, placing a few empty bottles beside her, "T'sung, did I ever show you how to 'milk' a frost-spider?" She asked, turning her head just enough so she could look up at his frightened and puzzled face.
"Umm, 'milk'?" T'sung raised a brow as he started to feel his fur starting to prickle upwards, and chills running down his spine.
Livion made a fake gasp, "I never taught you how? Oh this will never do, I told you I was going to teach you everything I know, and this is one of them…" Her eyes glinted darkly making the Khajiit shiver under her gaze.
"Do I have to?" he said shakily and Livion responded back with a nod.
"It's easy, I'll show you if you do an outstanding job, I'll show you something awesome afterwards!"
T'sung thought it over in his head. His brain said no, but his heart said yes. He didn't like seeing Livion upset, and this is a cherishing moment for him to remember when he first 'milked' a spider with her…that and he wanted to know what she was going to show him if he did. Having no other option, he agreed. This goes against everything he ever knew…
Livion gave a huge smile, "Great, all you need is to do, is take this bottle and go over to a spider and milk it!"
He reached out for the bottle, clutching it in his hands and stared at a dead spider next to him. Not knowing how to milk a spider, he looked back at Livion.
"How do you milk a spider?" He said, tiltiing his head lightly to the side making Livion giggled.
"I'll show you!"
T'sung grimaced as Livion help T'sung reach his hand toward one of the spider's face, to pull out its fangs making venom drip out from the tip. As Livion explained, he held his bottle out to catch the dripping drops of poison, slowly the bottle was full from just one spider. Livion smiled and patted his back as he capped the first bottle of venom and handed it to her as quickly as he could so he could wipe his hands.
"Now, do one more." She held the last empty bottle out for him.
He groaned loudly in protest, but ended up doing it either way.
Wiping his hands the last time once he filled the last bottle up, he turned to Livion who placed only one bottle away in her satchel. Wanting to know what she was going to do he asked.
"So whats that awesome thing you were going to do?"
"Did I say awesome?" She asked, opening one of the venom bottles he just filled, "I meant disgusting."
T'sung quickly cupped his eyes as Livion stared to place the bottle to her lips, and lifted it up in the air.
"Oh-Oh gods why! I did free labor for this?!" He groaned shaking his head as he heard her swallow the first swig of the venom. Having the curiously best him, he took a tiny peek from his fingers to see her chugging the bottle down, and he quickly regretted that.
Livion wiped the side of her mouth as she drunk the very last drop.
"Ahhh," She signed tossing the bottle over her shoulder to stare at T'sung who was slowly putting down his hands from his eyes, "That had a pretty *burp* sour taste to it!"
"Hurry up you two, let's get a move on!" Hadvor yelled from the far left side of the room.
Livion shrugged, "Well, come on T'sung, *Burp* let's hurry up and go home already."
T'sung nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I think I had enough crazy shit for one day…"
They quickly raced toward Hadvor who was patiently waiting for them.
"What took you guys so lo-"
"*BUUURRRP*… excuse me…"
"Oh gods…"
"What in Oblivion crawled in your mouth and died, it smells!?"
Hope you enjoyed the story as I enjoyed writing it! I'm working non-stop to finish this story. Livion belongs to me and T'sung belongs to a friend of mine. I'll up date as soon as I can and leave a review if I'm doing fine so far. (^O^)