The Legend of Ilfirin Belthil (Part 3)
Ilfirin arrived around the early morning at the New Dren Plantation. He walked inside to find a large plantation. Multiple fields of crops and a dozen of Khajiit and Argonian slaves working while under the watchful eyes of slavers. Ilfirin cringed at the sight of a male khajiit with dozens of scars on his back. The fur was all but gone, leaving streaks of scarred flesh for all to see. A nord dressed in full bonemold armor walked up to meet him "Greetings stranger and welcome to New Dren Plantation." Ilfirin nodded "Nice to meet you, I am Ilfirin Belthil." The Norn nodded in return "And I am Rogan,what brings you here Ilfirin?" Ilfirin smiled "Could I speak to the head of slave matters?" Rogan pointed to a manor behind him "That is where Ireth Indalas is right now. Shall I escort you there?" Ilfirin waved his hand "No, that isn't necessary, thank you Rogan." Rogan nodded and walked towards a Khajiit and kicked it over "I wanted those weeds picked 5 minutes ago slave!"
Ilfirin opened the manor door and walked inside. The house was dimly lit and was decorated with fine dishes and silverware. He walked up some stairs to his left and found a Dunmer writing on some papers on his desk. Ilfirin knocked on the railing by the steps to let the man know he had a guest. The Dunmer turned and smiled "Ah, a guest, come in." Ilfirin walked in and shook the man's hand "Nice to meet you Ireth Indalas, I am Ilfirin Belthil." Ireth grinned "A pleasure, what brings you to my fine plantation Ilfirin, do you need to buy some slaves?" Ilfirin shook his head "No, I was just wanting to ask you about a Redguard woman in the St. Olms canton. She was attacked last night." Ireth's smile disappeared "What about her?" Ilfirin continued "Well, she was attacked and outnumbered. When she was attacked, my...uncle was killed." Ireth shook his head "Sad to hear that, but I have nothing to do with those assassins." Ilfirin leaned forward in his chair "Well, I was told you hired them to kill the woman because she's an abolitionist and has been a thorn in your backside." Ireth stood up in his chair and pointed to the stairs "I will not be slandered in my own manor, now get out!" Ilfirin stood up and walked to the stairs "Oh, before I go, take a look at this." Ilfirin held out a writ for the woman's assassination, it was signed by Ireth Indalas. Ireth's eyes widened "Where did you get that?" Ilfirin rolled up the writ and placed it back in his pocket "I took it off one of the assassins after I killed them." Ireth glanced to his saber next to his bed across the room. Ilfirin placed a hand on the railing by the stairs "You know, only the Morag Tong are allowed to execute writs, and they were not Morag Tong members." Ireth took a step towards the bed "I didn't hire them, someone must have signed my name to frame me." Ilfirin took a step towards him "I think the Ordinators will sort out what is truth and what is false." Ireth took another step towards the bed "I wouldn't hire any assassins." Ilfirin placed a hand on the hilt of his sword "I suggest staying where you are before trying to grab your saber Ireth." Ireth froze in place, he knew he couldn't outrun him.
Suddenly, the door downstairs flew open and footsteps rushed towards the stairs. Ireth lunged for his saber as Ilfirin ran towards the stairs. An orc guard threw an axe at Ilfirin, narrowly missing his shoulder. Ilfirin cast a firestorm spell at the orc, Covering the Orc in flames. The orc patted the flames off and rushed up the stairs with a spear aimed at his target. Ilfirin leaped down the stairs, knocking the spear away from him with his scabbard and thrusting his blade through the orc's throat. The orc gurgled and fell down the stairs. Rogan drew his Daedric Longsword and rushed up the stairs. Ireth dashed to Ilfirin in an attempt to kill him. Ilfirin dodged his attack and struck him in the jaw with his elbow. He then dodged just in time to avoid Rogan's attack. Ilfirin rolled down the stairs and took up a stance and waited for Rogan. Rogan held his sword horizontally, next to his head "I knew you were trouble when I saw you!" He then dashed towards Ilfirin and came down with a slash. Ilfirin blocked the attack, but Rogan pushed and slammed him into the wall behind him. Rogan laughed "Ha, I'll run you through." Ilfirin looked around for a weakspot and then jabbed his thumb into Rogan's left armpit; Rogan cringed and stepped back. Ilfirin struck Rogan's helm, leaving a crack in it. Rogan laughed "Looks like we got ourselves a fight!" He dashed forward striking Ilfirin's blade away and landed a fist on Ilfirin's face. Rogan laughed as Ilfirin hit the wall and slid down. The blow stunned Ilfirin long enough for Rogan to charge. Ilfirin looked up to see Rogan's blade thrusting towards him. Ilfirin rolled and tripped him, causing Rogan to slam head- first into the wall. Rogan shook his head and swung his blade at Ilfirin in an attempt to chop his head off. Ilfirin leaped from a crouched position and thrust his sword through Rogan's stomach. Rogan dropped his sword and stepped back, pulling out the sword. He looked down at the pierced armor and the blood soaking his pants "Ha...looks like...you win." Ilfirin stood up and picked up Rogan's blade. Rogan reached behind his back and pulled out a dagger. He dashed towards Ilfirin, but was stopped by Ilfirin's blade, which went through his mouth and out the back of his skull. Rogan's body twitched and fell limp on the floor. Ilfirin dashed up the stairs and found the unconscious Ireth on the ground. He tied him up and put him in a large woven basket "I don't want anyone seeing me carry you out of here." He placed the lid on the basket "I don't want any more trouble." He picked up the basket and secretly carried Ireth out of the manor.
Later in the evening, Ilfirin arrived at the front of the Foreign Quarter. He spotted a nearby ordinator and motioned him to come to him. The ordinator stopped in front of him "What do you want citizen?" Ilfirin opened the basket "This man is responsible for the assassination attempt and the assassin's murder of Proceus Maltus." He then handed the ordinator the writ Ireth made "The assassins were not Morag Tong." The Ordinator nodded "The Ordinators will take it from here." Ilfirin smiled and returned to his home in the St. Olms canton.
Ilfirin arrived around the early morning at the New Dren Plantation. He walked inside to find a large plantation. Multiple fields of crops and a dozen of Khajiit and Argonian slaves working while under the watchful eyes of slavers. Ilfirin cringed at the sight of a male khajiit with dozens of scars on his back. The fur was all but gone, leaving streaks of scarred flesh for all to see. A nord dressed in full bonemold armor walked up to meet him "Greetings stranger and welcome to New Dren Plantation." Ilfirin nodded "Nice to meet you, I am Ilfirin Belthil." The Norn nodded in return "And I am Rogan,what brings you here Ilfirin?" Ilfirin smiled "Could I speak to the head of slave matters?" Rogan pointed to a manor behind him "That is where Ireth Indalas is right now. Shall I escort you there?" Ilfirin waved his hand "No, that isn't necessary, thank you Rogan." Rogan nodded and walked towards a Khajiit and kicked it over "I wanted those weeds picked 5 minutes ago slave!"
Ilfirin opened the manor door and walked inside. The house was dimly lit and was decorated with fine dishes and silverware. He walked up some stairs to his left and found a Dunmer writing on some papers on his desk. Ilfirin knocked on the railing by the steps to let the man know he had a guest. The Dunmer turned and smiled "Ah, a guest, come in." Ilfirin walked in and shook the man's hand "Nice to meet you Ireth Indalas, I am Ilfirin Belthil." Ireth grinned "A pleasure, what brings you to my fine plantation Ilfirin, do you need to buy some slaves?" Ilfirin shook his head "No, I was just wanting to ask you about a Redguard woman in the St. Olms canton. She was attacked last night." Ireth's smile disappeared "What about her?" Ilfirin continued "Well, she was attacked and outnumbered. When she was attacked, my...uncle was killed." Ireth shook his head "Sad to hear that, but I have nothing to do with those assassins." Ilfirin leaned forward in his chair "Well, I was told you hired them to kill the woman because she's an abolitionist and has been a thorn in your backside." Ireth stood up in his chair and pointed to the stairs "I will not be slandered in my own manor, now get out!" Ilfirin stood up and walked to the stairs "Oh, before I go, take a look at this." Ilfirin held out a writ for the woman's assassination, it was signed by Ireth Indalas. Ireth's eyes widened "Where did you get that?" Ilfirin rolled up the writ and placed it back in his pocket "I took it off one of the assassins after I killed them." Ireth glanced to his saber next to his bed across the room. Ilfirin placed a hand on the railing by the stairs "You know, only the Morag Tong are allowed to execute writs, and they were not Morag Tong members." Ireth took a step towards the bed "I didn't hire them, someone must have signed my name to frame me." Ilfirin took a step towards him "I think the Ordinators will sort out what is truth and what is false." Ireth took another step towards the bed "I wouldn't hire any assassins." Ilfirin placed a hand on the hilt of his sword "I suggest staying where you are before trying to grab your saber Ireth." Ireth froze in place, he knew he couldn't outrun him.
Suddenly, the door downstairs flew open and footsteps rushed towards the stairs. Ireth lunged for his saber as Ilfirin ran towards the stairs. An orc guard threw an axe at Ilfirin, narrowly missing his shoulder. Ilfirin cast a firestorm spell at the orc, Covering the Orc in flames. The orc patted the flames off and rushed up the stairs with a spear aimed at his target. Ilfirin leaped down the stairs, knocking the spear away from him with his scabbard and thrusting his blade through the orc's throat. The orc gurgled and fell down the stairs. Rogan drew his Daedric Longsword and rushed up the stairs. Ireth dashed to Ilfirin in an attempt to kill him. Ilfirin dodged his attack and struck him in the jaw with his elbow. He then dodged just in time to avoid Rogan's attack. Ilfirin rolled down the stairs and took up a stance and waited for Rogan. Rogan held his sword horizontally, next to his head "I knew you were trouble when I saw you!" He then dashed towards Ilfirin and came down with a slash. Ilfirin blocked the attack, but Rogan pushed and slammed him into the wall behind him. Rogan laughed "Ha, I'll run you through." Ilfirin looked around for a weakspot and then jabbed his thumb into Rogan's left armpit; Rogan cringed and stepped back. Ilfirin struck Rogan's helm, leaving a crack in it. Rogan laughed "Looks like we got ourselves a fight!" He dashed forward striking Ilfirin's blade away and landed a fist on Ilfirin's face. Rogan laughed as Ilfirin hit the wall and slid down. The blow stunned Ilfirin long enough for Rogan to charge. Ilfirin looked up to see Rogan's blade thrusting towards him. Ilfirin rolled and tripped him, causing Rogan to slam head- first into the wall. Rogan shook his head and swung his blade at Ilfirin in an attempt to chop his head off. Ilfirin leaped from a crouched position and thrust his sword through Rogan's stomach. Rogan dropped his sword and stepped back, pulling out the sword. He looked down at the pierced armor and the blood soaking his pants "Ha...looks like...you win." Ilfirin stood up and picked up Rogan's blade. Rogan reached behind his back and pulled out a dagger. He dashed towards Ilfirin, but was stopped by Ilfirin's blade, which went through his mouth and out the back of his skull. Rogan's body twitched and fell limp on the floor. Ilfirin dashed up the stairs and found the unconscious Ireth on the ground. He tied him up and put him in a large woven basket "I don't want anyone seeing me carry you out of here." He placed the lid on the basket "I don't want any more trouble." He picked up the basket and secretly carried Ireth out of the manor.
Later in the evening, Ilfirin arrived at the front of the Foreign Quarter. He spotted a nearby ordinator and motioned him to come to him. The ordinator stopped in front of him "What do you want citizen?" Ilfirin opened the basket "This man is responsible for the assassination attempt and the assassin's murder of Proceus Maltus." He then handed the ordinator the writ Ireth made "The assassins were not Morag Tong." The Ordinator nodded "The Ordinators will take it from here." Ilfirin smiled and returned to his home in the St. Olms canton.