The others nodded. They misunderstood his intentions entirely. A split second later, He lit the ship on fire with a firestorm spell. He kicked a hole in the flaming wall of the ship, which was docked at the time. The ship sank, and many drowned, as the dock was still far enough off the shore for the water to fill it. Mijakl sat and watched after swimming to the shore. Not long after, the bandit chief washed up on shore on the deserted island. The elf quickly looted his body, and took the ebony bow, swor,d and armor he had on him. Other bandits saw what he had done, and those that had escaped and reached the shore quickly attacked him. He drew his sword, as an orc berserker charged him. He made a pass, and no sooner had he done this that Mijakl sliced his legs out from under him.
A bosmer thief sneaked up behind him, and grabbed him as an archer aimed his bow. This was not very smart. He cast another fire storm spell, which burned both of them to ash. Mijakl drew his bow, cast an incinerate spell on an arrow, and lobbed it at the ship, followed by a volley of fireballs. Not a single bandit was left. Another ship docked, as Mijakl passed out from exhaustion. They took him aboard, admiring him for killing all the bandits.
When Mijakl awoke, he was greeted by a feast. The captain of the ship, A nord, with a proud blond mane, and a circlet of gold, asked him "Who are you? Tis a great feat to take down a whole fleet of bandits. Take off your helmet." And so Mijakl did. Almost immediately, the nord drew his blade, for this was none other than Ulfric stormcloak, Whose hatred of elves is unmatched. "Good, that you would be a high elf." he said, "For now I can have twice the vengeance on your people. First my siege, then your ransom. Take him to the holding cells." Before anyone could move, he drew his sword, ready to face Ulfric in combat before being captured again. "I'd rather die than be your prisoner!" He swung his sword of ebony at Ulfric's sword arm in an attempt to cripple him. There was a thunderous noise, a yell, and the clanking of metal hitting the ground. He had broken his sword, and nearly severed Ulfric's arm in the process.
"Change of plans..." Ulfric said. "We have this Elf's head."
