Chapter Nine: The Necromancer
Angrond noticed that the man in the corner was very nervous now. He shook uncontrollably as the ranger began to approach him. Then, with a quick jump, he bolted for the door. Angrond took a bottle of ale from one of the mercenaries and threw it. It spun in the air and smashed on the back of the man's head; knocking him unconscious. Angrond walked over to him and dragged the unconscious heap upstairs to his room. He waited a while until he woke up before cutting his travelling robe with his dagger.
"A
necromancer." He declared as he saw the symbol. A claw holding a
skull in it's palm, coloured a dull red colour, set on the black
background of the robes. The man groaned but he sharpened up when
Angrond let a shout at him.
"Oi! You filthy grave digger!
Listen to me!" The man backed up against the wall. "You
know where Throser is?"
"Y...es, I know of him.
Plll...ease - don't kill me." A look of severe fright was in
his eyes. "He's in Lorendava; it's on an island in the Abecean
Sea. I can't say any more, just let me go!"
He threw a fireball, which set Angrond's cloak on fire, and made for the door. Angrond grabbed his leg and hastily put the fire out by stamping on the flames. The man - now on his face on the floor - let out a squeal as the ranger picked him up with one hand. He pulled him back inside the room, put him up against the wooden wall and shoved the dagger through his neck; pinning him to the planks. He took the robes from the corpse and stuffed them in his backpack as they would come in handy when he reached the ruin.
Angrond walked calmly back
down the stairs and flipped a coin over to the mercenary off whom he
took the ale. He walked outside without a backward glance and made
for the open road, for it would be no use staying at the inn as there
was a guard standing outside it. He would have to find a campsite
this night. About two miles down the road, Angrond came upon a
bridge; it was the only bridge in Cyrodiil that spanned the Niben
River. A man stood waiting just ahead - a Khajiit in fact - and he
drew his battleaxe when he saw the ranger approaching. He rushed
forward madly and swung his hardest. Angrond blocked his clumsy
attack and simply pushed him over the edge of the bridge, knocking
him into the icy depths of the Niben far below.
"Highwaymen...
they never learn."