4E 204, present…
Em-Shei was but a shimmer in the air when he had his invisibility spell active, and he could maintain it for a long time. Aboard the Thalmor ship he was hard to detect in the shadow of the night. He went over to the side of the boat and saw an Altmer man in his black robes looking over the side of the Ship, so he shifted through the cover of the shadows, slowly. He heard the man sigh and go to leave, but he grabbed the man's mouth and slit his throat with his daedric dagger. He pushed the corpse over the side of the boat and ran back into the shadows.
There was a definite splashing sound.
"Did anyone else hear that?" asked one of the Altmer, he was silenced with an arrow in his back from Cavek who was up on the mast of the ship. All of the ship's crew that was on the deck at the time went into a very cautious state; drawing their swords and pacing about slowly with their weapons at the ready.
"Where is he?"
"Show yourself, coward!"
Em rematerialized behind one of them and pulled him into the shadows screaming before stabbing him through the neck.
"What in Oblivion was Tha-!?" But before he could finish Cavek had jumped down off of the mast and impaled him with his sword; straight through his collarbone and down into his heart. Another Altmer tried to attack him but he quickly disappeared into the air.
"Where are you!" and then his question was answered with a sword to his back and through to his chest. He gasped for air and gurgled out blood as he fell to the deck.
"There will be more coming." Spoke Em-shei as he rematerialized in front of his friend, "I can smell them."
"Oh yeah…" said Cavek, "I forgot that you were a 'Were-Creature'." Em nodded his scaled head.
"Yes, enhanced smell and sight. It is a true blessing being a Were-Croc." They could hear the footsteps that made their way up the stairs from below deck.
"Get up there! We may have intruders!" said a muffled voice.
"Xuth!" swore the Argonian. Cavek ran and jumped on top of the room leading to the stairwell. Em waved his hands and disappeared into the darkness. The door burst open and they were all greeted with silence, and the scene of their bloody ship mates. Cavek notched two arrows at once and took a good ten seconds getting the placement correct for the two elves hovering over the man he had just stabbed through the back. When he released them, the men could hear the arrows cut through the silence and pierce the first man's neck and the other's head. The other elves looked over as their friends fell to the ground, only three were left. They readied their blades and went back to back; one was nearly in a panic.
"Where are YOU!?" another screamed in frustration. Everything was dead silent, save the sound of heavy breath, which was very visible in the cold of the northern night. Cavek and Em appeared from the shadows and stood in front of the three elves, all now facing the same direction, their swords reflecting the moonlight. Both Em and Cavek had readied their own long blades. One of the elves noticed their Darkbrotherhood armor and robes.
"What is your contract you Soul sucker!?" Cavek cocked his head slightly and raised his eyebrow.
"Ooh, how informed we are. Wouldn't you love to know?" he said chuckling. The elf ran at him screaming with blade in hand. Cavek dogged left and right, using one handed sword parries to wade off the offender. As he was pushed back closer to the edge of the boat Cavek simply moved to the side as the elf lunged and he stabbed his sword through the man's back and daintily threw him overboard.
"Anyone else?" he asked. The elves split, one fighting Em and one fighting Cavek. Em found his opponent easy to avoid and countered his forward slash by stepping left and pushing the sword into the deck. Before the elf could realize his sword was stuck he pulled up, his hand slipped off of the handle and Em-shei stabbed the man in his chest, pushing his back down onto the blade with his left hand. The elf spat blood on Em's sleeve and started wheezing. Em-shei smiled his large reptilian smile, as his whole head began to change form; he began transforming into a were-crocodile. The man tried to scream but Em had split his lungs.
"Hircine take you!" Screamed Em in a demonic, grovelling voice. He opened his powerful jaws and bit down on the elves neck, taking out a good chunk of the man's flesh before throwing him to the ground. Em swallowed and then looked over to spot Cavek sucking on the other elf's neck, blood running down his arm. He released the man and he fell limp to the ground.
"Do you smell anyone else?" he said trying to talk around his large incisors coated in blood.
"Yes…" he said, slowly transforming back. "None are hostile…"
"What will we do about them?" he asked. Em started waving his tail with anticipation.
"Get two life boats, we will give them a choice…"
After all of the non-militant crew members had been lined up forcibly by Cavek on deck, Em gave them a decision.
"If you wish to be free, to live free of the Aldmeri then return with us on this boat." he waved his hand towards a boat off the side of the Galleon to the north attached by a rope; it had all of the ship's cargo in it.
"Or…" he suggested, "you may go on this boat and ride back to Dawnstar. Decide now." The men and women looked very indecisive but the two robed men simply stood there waiting for a decision, not rushing at all. In the end only two decided to go back to Dawnstar, and they set out right away. The rest however decided to go with Cavek back to the mountain base.
"Why are you not coming Em?"
"Because," he spoke softly, a large grin on his face, "I still have a shipment to make…"
The Ship arrived in solitude on time that morning, but as the workers boarded the deck to grab the shipment they came upon a disturbing scene. The bodies of the dead Thalmor soldiers were hung upon the mast and on the deck drawn in blood was the Thalmor's symbol with flame coming off of it. The Argonian watched from the water as the terrified dock workers arrived on the scene, screaming. He savoured the moment and sunk back into the water, spreading his gills.
"What is this?" asked Logvarine as Em-Shei handed him a note he had gotten off of the boat, in the captain's quarters.
"I found it on his nightstand." He explained. "I know what it says; I have already opened it." Regardless of if it was open or not, Logvarine used his talon sharp gauntlet to sheer through the envelope and pull out the letter.
Dear Captain Ralan,
I have in these boxes some cargo that is unlimitedly important in the complete takeover of the Aldmeri Dominion in Skyrim. These Imperial Legion bastards have been holding out on us for too long and our leaders are not pleased. These rations and weapons will be sufficient for the first month of battle as the Resistance in Skyrim is almost non-existent. Make sure that they arrive in Solitude by noon, do not fail us.
Signed, Commandant A.
The room was completely silent as he read it aloud upon his throne. He set it down and held his head in his hands. "Dammit," he said softly, "They are already preparing…"
"They might not know of us yet?" Suggested Nivard, "There are many pockets of resistance in Skyrim." Logvarine looked up and sat up straight in seat.
"I suppose you could be right." He pondered. "Dygar?" he called and a large nord man with short blonde hair approached the throne in a set of steel armor.
"Yes, Friend?"
"I need you to go to solitude and dig up whatever dirt you can on the Thalmor's currently employed officers."
"Of course, should be easy." He said that and not one word more as he left through the door leading into the cave, which led outside. Logvarine raised his glass to the man who had already left.
"Talos guide you." He Declared.
4E 201, three years ago…
"I don't like this tavern… too many people are looking at us weird." Whispered Logelaine to Saline who was sitting across the table from him. She set her mug of ale down on the table.
"We're two elves who are walking around in a nord city; these humans are not overly tolerant you know."
"I've noticed that…" he looked around 'The Bannered Mare' and saw at least five other patrons looking at them.
"Don't let them bother you." Spoke a nord dressed in Imperial armor standing right beside them, "We nords have had bad history with your people. Hate like that breeds hatred in the next generation." Logelaine put his own mug down. The nord man chugged back on his own tankard.
"How are you different?" he snarled.
"I have respect; those Stormcloaks in Windhelm have no respect for the elves or the beastmen. They're savages."
"Well then," spoke Saline, "It's awkward that we're going to Windhelm soon." The man looked surprised.
"Why would you want to go to that blasted city? Do you know they have a ghetto in the city that the Dunmer are forced to live in?" Logelaine clenched his fist.
"Because we need to go there… I don't suppose you'd show us the way." The man looked shocked and then a smile spread across his face.
"As a matter of fact I will be going to deliver a message to Ulfric Stormcloak himself from the jarl, I wouldn't mind the company?" The two elves looked at each other and then back at the nord.
"What is your name?" asked Logelaine, the man put down his own mug and outstretched his arm.
"Name is Kagnor, pleasure to meet you!"
