So I'm not quite certain this chapter comes up to snuff. Maybe because I started listening to music from Mass Effect 3 during it and burst into tears. *sideways glance*
Anyway, do tell me what you think and send me your OCs, I'll be happy to put them in :D
The skies fire red, bleeding with black clouds like veins, shadowed the day. The path to Kvatch, once full of trees and life, now dead, and dying. A small encampment had been set up at the first turn on the Kvatch road, the survivors.
They looked at the elven woman, wearing the dark leather armour, riding a bay horse, bow on her back, arrows on the saddle and dagger at her hip. They moved away from her and warned her to not go to the city, wary of her ruby eyes, looking them over, assessing them. Judging them.
Elymi slipped off the horse, slipped her quiver onto her back and walked over to a Khajiit, who stood, wringing her hands. "Khajiit, I'm looking for a woman named Juliette Brue. Where is she?" The cat gulped and looked up the slope, to the city that burned, the fires visible from where they stood, the smoke nearly choking them.
"She stayed in the chapel. She was with Brother Martin when the daedra attacked." So Daedra actuallty attacked. Elymi looked up, her gaze following the plumes of smoke funnelling into the sky. A soft hand was placed on her shoulder, over the symbol of the Dark Brotherhood on her pauldron. "Don't go up there. The guards are holding the daedra back." "They'll need help then."
The crowd that had gathered, interested in the newcomer looked at a young imperial man who walked over to them and stopped close to Elymi. The khajiit's hand went back to wringing her other one.
He had gold hair, green eyes and a shade of stubble on his jaw. Steel armour barely held itself together on his bulky form, a steel sword and shield matching.
Ruby eyes flicked over him and locked with green. "Who are you?" "I am Thorin. I am here for Martin." The khajiit looked at him. "Brother Martin? He is in the chapel, in the city." Thorin turned and started walking up the road to the city causing the khajiit to whine and run after him, not getting any closer to the city then the edge of the camp.
"Daedra are in there! You'll be killed!" Elymi watched as he raised an arm in acknowledgement but kept walking. A few others in the camp looked at her and turned to go back to what they were doing.
May as well let the cannon fodder drive a few away. She ran to catch up, not caring for her horse. "Thorin!" He stopped and turned, looking over the mer. "Yes, elf?" "I am coming with you into the city. An old friend is trapped in there and I want to get her out." He shrugged. "Okay."
The two walked in silence. Thorin wanting to get to the city, Elymi watching him. How he moved, how his right leg was slightly stiff and how he kept rubbing his lef shoulder. Right leg, stiff, possibly healing injury. Left shoulder, jarred from impact on shield, said shield not being held correctly. She looked at his head; not a single hair seemed out of place, not a scratch on his cheek or face.
"Why are you examining me, elf?" "If there are daedra in the city, I wanted to see any liabilities on you." He turned to her, oddly both of them still walking. "And what would you know about assessing liabilities on a warrior?" She lifted the shoulder with her bow on it. "I was a hunter before I became an archer. Learned to judge an injuries and liabilities on another creature." Still a hunter. Just a paid one that hunts people.
Thorin rolled his shoulder and accepted the excuse. Turned and continued to walk, narrowly missing a tree. Elymi snickered as his ear tips went red.
She opened her mouth to say something along the lines of 'your ears matcht he sky' both heard a yell of alarm and a roar bellow out after it. Sword and bow drawn they ran to the barricade, where the remaining city guards were standing, watching, terrified, as one of their men was torn apart by something.
Elymi stopped, staring at the creature. Never had she seen such a beast.
Long class like blades, elongated snout with jagged teeth protruding from it, spines down it's back and beige scales. As tall as 3 men standing on each other's shoulders, Elymi looked at the ground around it; 4 bodies, shredded and torn in half, lay around it's feet.
She looked behind it, vehemently denying the large stone pillars with jaggered, blood stained spires, and red, angry glowing mass of energy. Creatures, like the one that was already there, walked out from the red energy, treating it as if it were a gate, or door. Elymi licked her dried lips, right hand rubbing her left wrist. It clicked.
By Sithis, this is an Oblivion gate.
A cold settled over Elymi and for once, she was truly afraid.
Do not let fear grip you. Let the warrior charge the gate.
Yes, I have a contract to complete.
Elymi followed the group of guards that ran out after Thorin and their captain, skirting battles and using her arrows to strike down the creatures that came out of the gate. What blasphemous being would create such monstrocities? She stepped more to her right, dodging the charge of a shield headed creature.
The sudden burning in her right arm had her crying out, cringing she looked at what had burned her, the shield-head being tackled down and stabbed by the guards. The Gate roared at the skies, a near screeching humming coming from it's stones, that burned to the touch.
Elymi looked at her arm, hissing softly as she examing the red and angry welts from the stones. Do not touch an Oblivion Gate. She looked around the battlefield. Very few guards had survived and the captain and Thorin were missing, presumably inside the gate.
Speaking of gates. The city gates stood near the elf and she ran to them, pressing them open with difficulty. Inside the city was even worse for wear than the outside.
Buildings were burnt and collapsed, some ashes. Elymi stepped slowly into the city, marvelling at the destruction. Bodies lay outside or in their homes, burnt and lacerated beyond recognition. Scamps, creatures normally summoned by mages, wandered the streets, picking at freshly downed bodies of the city's residents.
The chapel. It's split in half. Almost. The spire of the chapel had been knocked over, laying on the city, looking as if it were done in passing by a creature larger than it. Bricks lay about it and Elymi saw the humanoid Daedra, the ones to be most feared, look up and bellow alarms at her presence.
Well, shit.