ARRIVALS
Back to Winterhold. Please note that I have made it slightly more realistic with alleys and such.
I woke in an inn, feeling significantly better, I wasn't sure why I passed out as I was usually pretty hardy when it came to freezing. It was probably because I hit the ice first. I stand up and instantly know that I'd been out for a while because my legs were stiff and so was my back. I walk out of my room and into the bar. It's mostly filled with elves , which didn't come as a surprise as this was the nearest hold to Summerset. I walk up to the bar.
"An ale, as strong as you've got." I mumble to the barkeep." I mumble.
"Sure. It's about time you got up, you've been lying at death's door for 4 days." The bartender says.
"Oh,Divines. In that case add some cheese to that." I say, ready to eat anything.
"Coming up." She says and gets my ale.
I pay her and start drinking, quenching my thirst. Just as I get around half through the bottle two elves approach the bar.
"She-Nord, mead quickly!" One barks at the bartender, she returns with the mead.
I decide to eavesdrop on the guards and see what I can learn about Heceriil's arrival.
"So Tarene, I heard you were reassigned to the Kings personal guard." One asks.
"That's right, he arrives this afternoon, but I doubt this is the place to confer on that subject, Tellind." Tarene says.
"What's to be afraid of? No-one in here will kill you and certainly not this drunk,will you. You drunken Nord!" Tellind taunts me, laughing as he does so.
"Don't make me hurt you." I say, ready for a fight.
"What was that?You think you get to speak to me like that!" Tellind replies, raising his voice.
He tries to punch me but I grab his fist and begin to crush it.
"You think you get to hit me like that!"I shout in his, I release my grip and exit the inn.
When I leave I remembered about Brynjolf and Ralof. I went searching for them all around the city but to no avail. I give the city a once over and I'm glad I made the decision because after about 5 minutes I hear a shout.
"Help, thieves." The voice shouted.
I ran over to the person who shouted.
"Which way did they go?" I ask.
"That way." He replies, pointing towards the direction they ran in.
I start to sprint and they acknowledge the fact that they are being chased. They turn a corner into a small alley. I turn in after them and see them vaulting the wall. I run up to the wall and manage to vault it myself. I look left and right and see them both. I pick up two small stones, enough to bring a man to the ground with the right amount of force.I throw one and it hits the one who proceeds to bring down his partner.Two birds, one stone, I chuckle to myself. I run up to them and pick them up.
"Get off me, you elvish bastard." One said to me, who I instantly identified as Brynjolf.
"That's not nice." I say to him, starting to laugh.
"Oh, sorry Bormir." He says.
"The four days you've been unconscious gave us time to make ourselves known to the guards." Ralof said.
"Well, you may have forgotten the fact that Heceriil is coming here and the guards won't hesitate to kill you if it means they'll get to meet him." I say.
"So this guy is some sort of god to the Elves." Brynjolf says.
"In a nutshell, yes." I say.
"So let's go God-slaying." Ralof says.
"Well, we would but he's not here yet." I say."And that gives us time to plan it out. Please tell me you didn't think we were just going to stroll up to him, pull a blade stab him through neck as soon as he came through the city gates?" I ask rhetorically.
We walk back to the inn. When we walk through the door I was extra sure to keep my head down as much as possible because of the earlier fiasco. We walk into the room and lock the all sit down in the room and speak about how we would kill Heceriil.
"Earlier, before I chased you two, I heard two guards talking. One said he's coming this afternoon, so I let a few days pass before we try any attempts on him. Here's what I suggest we do: We wait until nightfall when there will be fewer people and lights. Brynjolf you bump into Ralof , both of you acting nonchalantly, and take something it doesn't have to be money, or anything on that matter, just make sure that you give Ralof ground to accuse you of theft. Hopefully the guards ,which no doubt there will be some guarding the palace should chase Brynjolf. Meanwhile, I'm standing in an alley waiting for that to happen. Brynjolf you run and escape from them and meet Ralof back here. Understood and any questions? I ask.
"Just one, what happens if they don't chase me?"Brynjolf asks.
"Then, I'll probably have to kill them or travel light and climb the walls."I say.
We hear trumpets blaring from the gates and knew that Heceriil was arriving. I leave my weapons bar a small dagger in case a guard tried to jail me on account of being armed near the king. I walk out of the room and out of the inn to get a good look at him.I manage to get to the front of the crowds and see that he was a much older elf than I was accustomed to seeing. He had a very long and stood about 6 and a half feet in the air. His hair was grey with age and his eyes seemed to be soulless. His carriage rolled up to the castle, Heceriil exited and walked through into the castle.