Hey everybody! A special thanx my two fave (and so far only) reviewers! I noticed I wrote in the fight scene,

"My dragged my foot around. Obviously it was meant to say I. Now, on with the story!

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I quickly arrived back in the cave, pulling along the horses with me.

'Honey, I'm home!' I called out, grinning. Disturbingly, it was Vanhil that answered.

'What took you so long babe?' he said, playing along with the act.

'Oh loads, the girls at work kept on hanging me back.'

After a short hesitation, we both burst out laughing. It was an old joke, and I'd rather not describe it to you.

'I'm glad to see you alive again.' He said to me, walking up the path.

'I had some fun in Ebonheart.' I answered. As I moved my mouth I felt dry blood around it cracking and peeling. After I said this, for a split second Vanhil's face turned blank and his eyes turned to fear before he smirked at me again. I hardly took what had happened in. I was quite proud of what I had just managed to do.

Ana came out from around the corner looking quite wet and wearing only a towel.

'Oh thank goodness your back!' she cried, running up and hugging me. 'I was really worried. I slightly thought I had sent you to your death! Oh and you brought the supplies too! Well done!'

She grabbed onto the horses reigns and led them down the ramp to the bottom. Vanhil followed her, but just before he got to the bottom, he said,

'Oh, and Jolin? Wipe your face.'

I grinned at him and walked down the ramp to the lake. Looking at my reflection, I could see what Vanhil meant. The bottom half of my face was completely covered in blood. Scooping up water in my hands and walking away from the fresh water to wipe my face, I realised how evil we had become. I had just slaughtered many guards, most of them I knew and liked, and when Maddy and Vanhil found out about it they just laughed. How could we do that?

But the thought was swept out of my mind as I just realised I hadn't had any skooma for quite a while.

But just before I started to take off my clothes, I heard Maddy cry out,

'Hey! Look at this!'

I hurried past the horses and bedrolls to the doorway leading to the next room, taking my bow with me. Vanhil just behind me. But I needn't have panicked. Maddy was in the room, safe, pointing at a large crack in the wall.

'We better be careful.' She warned us. 'That crack only just appeared! It wasn't there a second ago!' I breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the sound of the creak of a door came from outside the small room. I immediately threw myself against the wall and edged towards the door way. I could hear voices.

'Follow me down here.' One of the voices said. It sounded like one of those snobbish Altmer. 'Come! It's perfectly safe, this cave has been deserted for quite some time. People wouldn't even bother to come up this high.'

Shit. I thought. The old outlaws are back.

I heard footsteps come down the ramp. I couldn't count how many people there were.

'Now, if you will follow me, I have a large chest of skooma down here…' The Altmer continued. 'Now, will you be buying the load?'

'No, only a few bottles.' I heard another voice say. It sounded like a Khajiit, but it could have also been an Argonian. I couldn't really tell the difference between the two different races voices.

I crept closer to the doorway, and peeped out. I stifled a choke of surprise. Two naked Khajiit were standing right by the doorway, staring at a very tall Altmer, wearing expensive looking clothes. They were obviously quite ignorant, as they hadn't noticed the piles of armour lined up along the wall and the horse's heads looking out at them from around the corner.

I carefully drew two arrows, nocking them both.

'Keep the Altmer alive.' I mouthed to Vanhil. He nodded back to me, before drawing a dagger from its sheath. As stealthily as a thief, I spun around and flew out of the doorway, shooting the two Khajiits in the back with the two arrows. They both fell to the ground, blood quickly pouring out of their bodies. The Altmer looked at me in shock, before Vanhil suddenly leapt out from behind me and pinned the High Elf to the ground, dagger pushing against his throat. The Altmer opened and closed his mouth several times, no words coming out.

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'Who are you?' Vanhil interrogated. We had tied the Altmer up in a chair, and threatened him with severe punishments if he did not abide by our rules.

'I am His Majesty, Valdemar Aicintar.' He said proudly. 'King of the Kingdom of Lillandril of Summerset Isle. I am the Elder Brother of Lady Nenya, Second Husband of Queen Mother Essalma Karoodil of Firsthold in Summerset Isle, Great Uncle of the King of Cloudrest in Summerset Isle, 1st Cousin of the King of Alinor in Summerset Isle, 2nd Cousin of the King of Falinesti in Valenwood, 2nd Cousin of Duke Vedam Dren in Morrowind, 3rd Cousin of the King of Sentinel in Hammerfell, 4th Cousin, once removed of Queen Elysana of Wayrest in High Rock, 4th Cous-'

'Okay!' Vanhil cried out in shock and frustration. 'You're a somebody! Whatever! Why did you come here?'

'Why should I tell you?'

'Because I thought you might value your life!'

'Alright!' he screamed out. 'I am a great man of great honour, but I also want to be more rich than I am,'

'Great,' I said. 'A greedy bastard.'

Valdemar pretended to ignore me. 'I sell skooma! It's worth quite a lot. This was my old trading cave! And - where is my skooma?'

'We threw it out.'

'YOU DID WHAT?' he screamed. 'THAT'S ABOUT 4K WORTH OF GOLD OF SKOOMA!'

'Too right it is…' Vanhil said.

'You shouldn't be having that stuff anyway!' Ana yelled. 'It's horrible for you!'

'I don't drink it!' Valdemar argued. 'I only sell! I could never sink down to that level!'

Meanwhile, while all this was happening, I was looking fine, but on the inside I was being beaten down. Without them knowing it Valdemar and Maddy were calling me a pile of dirt, though that's probably what Valdemar thought of all of us anyway.

Damn High Elves.

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Vinziah Arcus stole across the mountain top. He held loosely in his hand a chitin bow, with a quiver of steel arrows slung across his back. There was a cave nearby here, of which he wished to investigate. Maybe he could bring back a couple of dead outlaw bodies, and receive some gold. Some gold of which he needed. He lived in Pelagiad, or rather, stayed. He could never afford a house, so he stayed at the traders place, renting a room. Vinziah had been quite eager to join the Imperial Legion when he had first came to Pelagiad, but he found the Legion was all about weapons and armour, all of which he did not favor. Magic was his main weapon, but from time to time he liked to hear the sound of his bow bend and hit his enemy.

He quite quickly found the door to the cave, mostly because he had seen two dead Khajiits lying outside it. He opened the door without a sound, and crept on in.

Two Imperials and one Nord were huddled around a noble looking High Elf tied to a chair.

Great. Thought Vinziah. They have a poor hostage. This will be good money.

He gently nocked an arrow, and aimed at the Imperial looming over the High Elf. But just as he released the arrow, the High Elf had supposedly said an overly frustrating comment, and the Imperial took a step back, throwing his arms into the air. The arrow just missed him. As quick as a flash the other Imperial looked up from the arrow to where Vinziah was standing.

Crap.

The Imperial ran over to a wall lined with armour and weapons, and drew two silver katana. As he came charging up to the ramp, with his two friends in close pursuit, Vinziah put away his bow and summoned his magical powers. Calling upon one of his favourite spells, he sent a fireball flying through the air down at the Imperial, who was taken by surprise and knocked back into the wall. The second Imperial roared, and swiftly came running up the ramp at Vinziah, steel claymore in hand. Vinziah gaped in shock, and leapt off the ramp to the ground below, shooting a lightning bolt at the man. But Vinziah had misaimed, and the Imperial managed to avoid it quite easily.

'Could you help me?' the bound High Elf said to him.

'Not just yet!' he cried out. The female Nord had ran back down the ramp and was coming at him, fast. He summoned a skeleton minion to help him, but just as it appeared, a large, heavy body jumped from the ramp and landed on him, knocking him out. Just before he lost all consciousness, he heard the Imperial say while the Nord was battling with the skeleton,

'Yeah, not just yet.'

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Vinziah woke up, his head aching. He tried to move his arms up to his forehead, but found that he was tied tightly to a chair, right next to the other High Elf.

'Hi…' the Altmer said.

'Hey. Just before we die,' Vinziah said back to the High Elf, remembering what had just happened. 'I would like to ask, what is your name?'

'I am His Majesty, Valdemar Aicintar.' He said proudly. 'King of the Kingdom of Lillandril of Summerset Isle. I am the Elder Bro-'

'Oi!' one of the Imperials said, coming round to them and pointing at Valdemar. 'Shut up.'

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Well I hope you enjoyed that chapter!