Hey everyone! Another chapter for you. Hope you like it. Isn't Krillan the coolest? heehee. And my thanks to those who have reviewed my story! Keep it up, I enjoy your feedback.
p.s. I know there isn't really a Anazimabrah Tribe, it's my tribe that I've created. Just thought I'd let you know.
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Larka and Krillan spun through the air. Their eyes closed tightly and their hearts in their throats. Guild Guides very rarely went wrong but when they did it was disastrous. Luckily, a few seconds later the two found themselves standing side by side on a small platform in an Imperial styled room. They had reached the Sadrith Mora guildhall.
Krillan stumbled from the platform and bent over, his hands on his knees and his eyes shut tightly. Larka smirked at her friend and gracefully stepped off the platform, her ebony colored cape fluttering behind her and her boots clunking softly on the hard stone floor as she walked over to him.
"Feeling sick Krill?" she asked with a playful punch to his shoulder. He grimaced and stood up slowly.
"Yes, now that you mention it, next time can we take a Silt Strider or something?" he said grumpily. His cheeks went slightly red as he saw that most of the people in the guild room were staring at them. Larka felt a pang of sympathy for her friend and glared at the people with her iciest assassin's glare. They looked away in a hurry, except for an Argonian man standing in a corner, appraising them with slightly amused eyes.
"Hello Skink-In-Tree's-Shade." Larka said walking over to him.
"Greetings Larka WinterStar. I presume you aren't here just to frighten my friends half to death, what do you want?" he said taking her hand in his scaled one and kissing it.
"Work, if possible." Larka said.
"And I assume your sickly friend here wants some as well?" Skink said gesturing to Krillan, who still retained a slightly green pallor.
"No, I'm just here because She brought me." Krillan said huffily.
"He's my friend, he'll come with me if I'm to get an assignment." Larka said, dragging Krillan forward.
"Ah, alright then, there is something I need done. It's a bit of a sticky situation...Perhaps you could handle it?" Skink said.
"Of course, we can handle it." Larka said, Krillan grimaced even more at the sound of We.
"Well, it appears that one of our low level mages wandered into Ashlander territory." Skink said, Larka and Krillan winced. The Ashlanders, the other native race on the island, who were closely related to the Dunmer, had no love for outsiders. "We haven't seen or heard from him in over a month. We weren't too concerned until recently. It appears that this area of land has had far more blight storms latley. Not even the Ghostfence keeps those in." Skink said, referring to the magical barrier that prevented Dagoth Ur and all his evil from escaping Red Mountain. "If he survived the Ashlanders then he may perish in a storm coming home, without the proper help." Skink said.
"What makes you think we'll be able to help him?" asked Krillan. "We'll most likely get Blight in the process as well, or get cut up by the Ashlanders."
"Well," said Larka, a glint of mischief in her eye. "I'd take a few Ashlanders to a few Steam Centurions any day."
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A good amount of Cure Blight Disease potions in their pack, and a Silver Wakizashi that Larka kept at the guild later, they were ready for their journey. "What's the name of this tribe that our mage may have stumbled into?" Larka asked.
"The Anazimabrah Ashlander tribe, 'People of the Shadows'." Skink replied.
"Lovely, I'll blend right in then." Larka said with a small smile, lifting her hood up so it covered her hair and cast a shadow on her face.
"Well I can see this is going to be one of those 'dark and mysterious' journeys." Krillan said impatiently. "Let's just get it over with so us normal people can get back to the sunlight."
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"Where are we headed exactly?" Krillan asked as they navigated through the vast passageways and staircases of the fort.
"We're trying to find a way out at the present." Larka said sharply as they turned down yet another dead end. "To hell with this!" she said, opening a door and walking out onto the upper walkway of the wall. She began walking along the path, looking over at various points and thinking.
"Um, Larka? What are you doing?" Krillan asked nervously.
"Follow me, and land on your feet." Larka said running right off the edge of the walkway and after a hair-raising fall landing on her feet. Straightening up she threw her cape back over her shoulders with a quick flick of her arm and after securing her Wakizashi once more, turned to where Krillan stood at the edge of the wall.
"Larka, you've most definitely gone crazy if you think I can do that!" Krillan yelled down to her.
"Just land on your feet with your knees bent." Larka called up to him. But Krillan was not moved.
"I will most certainly not jump! I'm going back to Ald'Runn and getting away from you!" he yelled.
"Fine! If you can find your way back to the Guild Hall in the first place." Larka called tauntingly.
"Alright! I'll jump! But when I'm down there be ready because I'm mad enough to kill you right now!" Krillan shouted.
"Mad enough to try anyway." Whispered Larka. With a leap Krillan jumped off the wall and landed in somewhat of a heap at the base. Shaking, he got up and with a roar he drew his war axe, fine threads of purple lightening running up and down his blade.
"Oh Krill, you're not serious." Larka said, casually drawing her Wakizashi. With a roar Krillan ran at her and axe met sword in a shower of sparks. They stayed locked together as the two friends stared at each other. Krillan was breathing heavily and his jaw was clenched with fury. Larka stared back at him calmly and seriously. "Will you feel better if I let you win this one?" she asked.
"Yes, now that you mention it!" Krillan said sweeping her legs out from under her with a swift kick. Larka fell to the ground and rolled away as the blade of the axe crashed down where she lay.
At that moment two guards rushed at them, swords raised. "Halt!" one called. He ran at Krillan, "Drop the axe or I'll be forced to arrest you!" he yelled. Krillan set his axe down on the flagstones with a sigh as the guard raced over and grabbed it. The other guard went to help Larka to her feet. "Was this man attacking you My Lady?" He asked.
"Why yes he was officer." Larka said standing. Krillan looked at her in disbelief. "But I'm afraid I angered him. I take full responsibility for what happened." Larka said sheathing her weapon. "And since I can tell that you are about a breath away from fining us for street fighting I must protest, for this is not within a village or city, it is within the walls of a fort where fighting occurs daily. Therefore, unless you will fine every soldier and guard within this establishment, I believe we're free to go." Larka said to the two dumbstruck guards. "And my friend needs his axe back." She said to the guard with Krillan's weapon.
"Of-Of course My Lady." He stammered handing the axe back to Krillan who took it with a growl. "Good Day gentlemen." Larka said putting her hood up once more and briskly striding out of the gates with Krillan in tow.
"Do you enjoy vexing people?" Krillan asked her as they walked into town.
"Only when they're as easy to anger as you." Larka said with a smile as they walked down the road, Krillan shaking his head.
