Chapter seven: A wounded argonian

It was a few weeks after Agioath had visited the chapel, when he had returned to the town. In that time, the T'svana and her group had returned. Along with a sudden flush of business, people needed to be killed and things needed to be stolen, freed, or rightfully returned to there owner. Him, he was doing things that were required of him to do, to rub a town. Not that he minded, it was just so boring.

Really boring.

He was at his office desk, which was in the keep. Paper was scattered all round, and a very confused demigod was in the middle of it. As he held no knowledge on how to do this, Agioath understood some of the papers. Like sign for bounty's, income for his guards, and fines for crimes that were committed-most were petty- And wrote the respected punishment; paying a low sum of gold, a few days in jail, sent to the guards barracks and fighters hall to clean and polish weapons and armor. That sort of thing.

But outside the northern gate, a few guards were watching the road. When one of them spotted a argonian riding a black and white horse, He could see she was leaning a bit forward and would have thought she was tired. Until she fell off to the side, hitting the ground hard. With a shout the guard rushed over towards the downed traveler.

"Go get a healer, or lord Agioath!" He yelled as the other guard came up behind. She nodded and ran back in, calling for a healer.

Agioath just stepped out side when he heard some yell for a healer, A female nord guard was running right towards the wizards hall. When she spotted him, and rushed over.

"My, lord there's a wounded argonian at the north gate." She said, breathing a little heavily and pointing towards the way she came.

Saying nothing, the demigod quickly made his way towards the north gate. He could see another guard kneeling over the wounded argonian. When he approached, the guard stood and stepping a side for Agioath. The Argonian had light green scales, with a pattern of blue with a red hue, she wore torn traveling clothes with a faded blue hood, no shoes were on her feet. Her side was heavily gashed, only a axe of some kind can make. A bloody iron sword laid not far.

Wasting no time, he laid a hand on her wound and let his powers flow. Pooling it deep into the cut, stitching the organs and restoring organ. With the wound closed and healed, he scooped her into his arms. She was alive but not by much, and he needed to get her to the chapel. With no other word, he ran towards his chapel. Dodging past everyone that was in the way. He could feel the heat getting to him, but he didn't stop. Pushing though he made it to the front door of the chapel.

He nearly collapsed from everything, but he used some of his powers to recover his strength. The door open as Ursbelle came into view. Agioath pushed past her. And straight up stairs to the beds, where he gently laid her down. Ursbelle came up after him, she took a look at the injured lizard and went to the alchemy table. Preparing a restorative drought of some kind.

"What happened to her?" She asked, as she went to the argonian. Preparing a healing spell.

"I don't know, her side was heavily wounded and she had a bloody iron sword. Bandits ambushed her and she fended them off, is my guess." He said, " I healed her, but she may need a healing potion, a strong one too, in order for her to fully recover."

"Can't you use your divine power to do that? Since you are a god of rest and recovery." She said, emphasizing recovery,

"I could, but i want you to have some hands on training. So if am never around, you'll know what to do." He answered, giving her a warm smile. One that she couldn't see as he still had on his helmet. " And i could have made a mistake, you never know."

The nord woman nodded, " Right, the potion should be done." She went back to the alchemy table and bottled up a dark red liquid. Bringing it back, she placed on the small table near by, ready to use when the argonian woke.

As they waited, Agioath noticed something queer. A little black box seemed to pointing over the argonian, when he told the nord woman about what he saw. She didn't know what he was talking about. So he didn't say anything else to her, but the box was there nd he could help but reach for it when Ursbelle wasn't looking. As the tips of his fingers came into contact the box expended, the sudden expansion caused him to jump back, tripping over something and falling down on his back. Ursbelle was startled by his sudden movement and action. She went over to help him up.

"Are you okay?" She asked as he stood.

"Yes, am fine." He said, his gaze still fixed on the large black box. He could see white words forming on it. " But i think i need something to drink, can you bring some mead and while your at it. Grab some for our guest here."

"Okay," She bowed, then left. Closing the door behind them.

"Am never going to get them to stop bowing," Shaking his head, he stepped closer to the box and he could see the words un-fuzz and become clear.

Jeeriva

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Class: Warrior

Skills: One-handed Block light armor archery

Agioath was at a lose for word, he could see what she was. In a limited view, but still he could tell she was a warrior. He stared at the stat screen, wondering if he could look deeper, finding anything else about her. He stopped, this was a invasion of privacy. Taking a step back, he wandered how he was going to get rid of the black box screen.

Like it sensed what he thought, the screen vanished. Just at that moment, the argonian now know as Jeeriva started to move. The demigod moved to her side, grabbing the potion on his way. He kneeled down.

"W-where am i?" She asked, trying to sit up. but lacked the strength to do so. She saw Agioath beside her, " And who are you?"

He smiled. " Your in the chapel of Agioath." Then he brought out the potion, " Here you should also take this, helps for returning your strength."

She took the bottle and gulped down its content, Shuddered as the last drop went down her throat. Agioath understood, the disgust of the healing potions. But he did not have a drink on him for to wash down the awful liquid.

"Thank you, but you didn't answer my other question." She said.

Before he could answer, Ursbelle came back. Holding two bottle of black-briar mead, Something that both Agioath and Jeeriva needed.

'Oh, it seems you are okay. Did you take the potion?" she asked, handed her the bottle of mead. Agioath was already downing his.

"Yes, but forgive my harsh word. It tasted like rotten flesh of goblin and ogre mixed together." Jeeriva said, downing the mead at a faster rate then Agioath had done. " But thank you for it, as this knight said. I needed it to regain my strength." She looked towards the Agioath.

Ursbelle was going to correct her, as the knight was a god. But found that it wasn't her place to do that, if lord Agioath didn't want to twll her he is a god, then she would not speak a word.

"Well it was nothing, " He said, " Anyway, what brings you here to town? Looking to join a guild?"

" I was actually, i going to join the fighters hall." She said, again trying to seat up but couldn't. She huffed in annoyance.

"Well that's great! But if i may ask, how did you hear about the fighters hall?" Agioath asked.

"I saw them when my village was being ransacked by goblins, i was already decent with a blade and i easily killed the little bastards. But they did not come alone, ogres and large spiders followed them. I was tired, my legs hurt, arms felt like i was holding rocks. But i couldn't give up, i had to hold them off. Not just for me, but for the ones that couldn't fight back." Jeeriva took a deep breath. " I lost my father, my mother, my brother, and some of my friends already. I was damn well sure i wasn't going to lose anyone else. I attack, killing goblins, spiders, anything that came into my path. But when the hulking form of a orge came into view, i was slow at dodging his attack and was clubbed in the side by…well its club. And i flew back, my back slamming into a wooden house. i tried to get up, but my strength failed me and all i could do was watch as the orge lumbered towards me. I gave up, i was going to die."

"But then, i saw them. Armored warriors rushing in, swinging swords and axe, spear and arrow. They killed the ogres and any other goblins and spider's that escaped my grasp. The sun was raising when one of them came to me, yelling to the others that i was still alive. They gave me one of there potions, and they said to go to a healer for the rest of my injuries. I thanked them, and asked if they are with the fighters guild. They said no, but if i wanted to join the fighters hall, i had to go to skyrim and towards a town called hub. They even gave me a map, Then they left. And since then, i wanted to join the fighters hall. That was weeks ago, as i had to gather some coin before i could leave. For weapons and armor. My Friend, a old imperial named geryson, gave me his old imperial amour, saying he no longer needed it. buying supplies, a iron sword, iron shield. I was ready to travel to hub."

Agioath cutted in before she continued, " Okay i see how you know, and by your tale. You are brave in the face of danger, a type of warrior that most wouldn't dare go up against you." She smiled at his praise, a little blushing too. How he knew, he didn't know. "But something happened on the way here, you were attacked."

Jeeriva sneered, " I was ambushed, by the stromcloaks that i heard about. They attacked from behind, i managed to kill a few, but they knocked me off my horse. They held me down, tearing at my clothes and taking anything i had. All because they suspected that i was a 'imperial spy' as they said. I managed to escape, but i guess one of them got a luckily hit." She said.

But Agioath wasn't listening, As he was trying to contain his rage. So the stormcloaks were to blame, a bunch of racist nords serving a leader that won't lift a finger to help anyone that isn't a nord. Jarl my ass, he is going die. Even if he had to destroy the city brick by brick. But first he was going to put a damper on the Jarl of winterholds army numbers, sending a warning to the stormcloaks and to him.

"Exscuse me, i got some business to take care of." He said, doing his best to contain his that he left.

"Is he going to be okay?" Jeeriva asked, as she could tell that he was angry about something.

'Yes, lord Agioath is just upset, he will cool down in a few minutes." Ursbelle said, still watching the door. " He is a nice and just lord, so i don't he would do anything rash."

That was a day ago, Agioath was walking towards the hidden stormcloak near falkreath. A lone guard was posted at the entrance, a steel battle axe was held lazily in his hands. The guard saw the armored approaching, he thought nothing about it. As he thought he was a new recruit, but the more he saw the man came closer. He looked nothing like a recruit, looked more of a imperial soldier. Readying his battle axe, the guard charged at the man with a war cry. The man simple brought up his shield, but instead of blocking the attack he pushed the shield forward. Stopping the attack in mid-motion, with a swift follow up the knight stabbed the stormcloak guard in the chest. Cutting though the mail armor like it was nothing.

Agioath watched the dead stormcloak slide of his blade and on his back, the wound seared and smoking. As the elemental fire had did its job, He marched in the camp. Killing a few that came to the guards war cry. The camp itself was small, with a dozen small tents dotting around, but he didn't have time to look as more stormcloaks armed themselves and advanced towards the demigod. He easily sliced them, cut them, burn, freeze, and electrocute them. Some put up a decent fight, using speed and long reached weapons.

"Enough of this!" Agioath bellowed, as he thrusts his sword in the air. A bolt of lighting striked down and at the sword. Infusing it with lightning. " I know, your shell shocked." The lightning leaped off his blade and at the stormcloaks. Causing them to jump back in surprise, then yell in alarm as the lightning jumped to them. killing them before leaping to a new target. killing seven before fading away.

After the lightning show, he finished off the rest. They having no hope of fighting him tired to surrender, only to have their heads cut off. Leaving no survivors. He traveled towards the other 'hidden' stormcloak camps and killed everyone, until all camps were empty.

And he was ashamed.

Ashamed he killed them, all because of a wounded argonian. Why would he do this? That wasn't a reason to kill, he never did this in game before.

In game before.

The words echoed in his head, this is a game. Of course how could he forget, all of this was a game. A fantasy world, where he could do anything. As this wasn't real, none of this was real.

Agioath collapsed to his knees, his sword and shield dropping beside him. Tears ran down his cheeks, he was crying for what he had done. For the lives he ended and he wanted…he needed…to laugh. And he did.

He laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

Laughing until his throat was swore, laughed until his tears dried mind felt like a thousand little beetles were crawling around, he could see what the world was. He stood, picking up his sword and shield. A smiled at the carnage and chaos he had caused, he would do it again and again. As why should he care, they are what they were programmed to do.

Programmed to die when he chose to end their fake lives.

He hummed a tone that had no end. So much so, that he didn't see someone slowly crawl away.