"So, almost there… Just get this last bit of info to Eltrys and… Oh shit…" Laessa pushed open the door to the shrine of Talos.
What greeted her was Eltrys' dead body, a lot of blood, and three city guards. The woman could only sigh as she moved forward to meet her fate.
"Just let them take me Amalee." The Breton looked over her shoulder, still wearing her Volsung mask.
"Oh…. Kay. Whatever you say Laessa." The Nord could only watch.
The guards charged Laessa with fake crimes and proceeded to grab her arms. The smaller woman made no effort to resist, but she did tug a bit as she looked to Amalee.
"Hang on, hang on. Let me tell my companion my 'final' words." Laessa glared at the lead guard.
"Fine, but make it quick." He relents.
"Amalee, take this gold, have fun. I'm going to jail, but I'll be fine. If you feel like something's gone wrong, tell the kids I love them, tell Lob he's a great smith, and mention to Illana that she's a great mage. Also, tell the Housecarls that the kids are the thanes, but if all goes well, I'll be in an hour or twooo…." She began to be dragged away.
"No one escapes Cidhna Mine. No one." The guard states.
Amalee had grabbed the money as she looked to her companion pulled away. She shrugged before looking into the pouch and gasping.
"By Dibella's beauty! This is a lot of gold. Good thing the Temple of Dibella is just above! I must go buy gorgeous trinkets and then donate to the Temple!" The Nord closes the pouch and hums, skipping away to the market stalls.
It was quite the little peruse around her old home city. Markarth was hard, cold and dangerous, but to the extroverted Nord, it is her home. The tall cliffs, peaking mountains and rather hardy greenery, the woman loved it. She had done her part throughout the city, buying trinkets from the silversmith, donating a chunk of the gold to the Temple as well as the trinkets, giving out the gold to the beggars, and seeing Markarth once more. There was a rumble for a brief moment, vaguely similar to a shout from Laessa, but Amalee paid no mind to it.
As the second hour ticked over, the tail end of a shout could be heard.
"Fus ro… DAH!"
A pair of doors that led to the ruins deeper in Markarth were blasted off. In the door frame stood Laessa. Naked. Thonar averted his eyes as he talked to Laessa and thanked her. Amalee soon joined her friend after hearing the ruckus and finding the blasted off door.
"Wow, you really did get out in two hours! Impressive." She patted the naked woman on the back.
"Yes, yes… Now let me get into the Warrens… My skin is on fire…" Laessa grumbled as she heaved the chest full of her gear.
With her gear back and another few hours rest to wait for the sun to set, the pair stood on the outside of the main gate.
"So… You killed the Forsworn king?" Amalee tilted her head.
"Yep." Laessa tightened a strap on her chest piece.
"Because you thought he was much too barbaric to lead?" The Nord continued.
"With his reasons and how long he's been in the mine… I think it was better to put him into the dirt." The woman slipped the dragon priest mask over her face and orange eyes.
"And… What now?" She looked to the stars.
"Now, Amalee… We go do more normal stuff, like adventuring and becoming Thane. I think I've had my fill of regicide for. As the saying goes… Well your saying." The vampire in disguise motions with her hand.
"Dibella's beauty waits for no one?" The Nord tilts her head.
"The very one, let's move!" The woman pats her on the back, taking off into the night with her companion not far behind.
I debated for a while on whether or not I wanted this to be one or two chapters. However, being at a peculiar number count, it'll be one huge chapter by this story's standard.
I don't think I have any more... Chonkers like this, but I could be wrong. I write and I go until I feel it's good. This one was big because I wanted to go through the whole motion of the Forsworn mine meeting in a few moments.
But yeah, Vampire Laessa. I wonder what else I've written, I forgot most of it already...
~ Makmix