Baron rolled over in his bag as he re-adjusted his body in the tiny tent. He reached out for his dagger. The young boy always kept the dagger at his bedside. It had been four weeks since he had escaped his father's estate and brutally killed the man in cold blood. The small camp he now presided in hardly made him feel safe.
It was early in the morning and Baron gripped his dagger squeezing tightly, nightmares flashed around in his head. The sights of the terrible night still haunted him every night, never letting him escape from his only mind. It had made Baron paranoid and cautious with everything that he did. Baron woke suddenly from his nightmare stabbing the dagger into the dirt. Anger flecked through his eyes driven by adrenaline. He stabbed again and again trying desperately to kill his dreams. He stopped and crawled out of his tent fear swirling in his mind. He pushed back in the dirt with all his might until he reached a boulder in the camp center. He hugged the stone fiercely, hot tears streaming down his face.
Baron stayed at the rock for almost a half of an hour, his memories still grabbing at the wisps that remained from the terrible dream. Wiping the tears from his face he arose from his resting spot and slid the dagger into the sheath he kept on his belt. His shaky hands almost missed the daggers home, his body in complete fear. Baron had never experienced a dream that violent ever in his life. The cool morning breeze blew through his dark black hair and started to dry the streaks that ran down his face.
He swallowed and stood straighter up. He had to be strong like the Orcs at Riverush, never surrender, never give in. He grabbed the satchel that he carried around him on his way. He had been traveling around Morrowind for about a week and a half now. He had to stay invisible from society because the entire legion had been looking for him. The boy stumbled away from the camp. Fatigue dragged him down as he went on his way, he hadn't been able to sleep soundly for the last three days.
His dreams attacked him nightly leaving scars on his mind that would not leave him alone. He looked up at the morning sun, it pushed down it's beams on Baron trying to stop him from going on. Baron stopped for a moment and dropped his bag to the side. He fell to his knees He stared up at the sun, his eyes retreating as small as they could. Baron screamed loudly. The scream echoed through the valley and countryside of the Morrowind plains. Baron found that yelling helped him push on in difficult situations. So many years Baron had kept quiet. He loved screaming.
His despair was answered by a low growl that came to Baron's right. Baron turned quickly and drew his dagger. He stumbled back kicking dirt in the opposite direction staring apon the face of his enemy. A wolf crouched low in the tall grass. Baron could see the beast's angry eyes. The wolf's face curled up and became ferocious.
Baron got a wide stance. Swinging the small blade in front of the wolf's face, warning him not to come closer. The Wolf lunged giving Baron no time to react before it took a bite of the boy's shoulder. The Dark Elf's shirt was torn as the ferocious claws dug into his skin. His body screamed in pain. The wolf did not stop there, it extended and grasped at Barons shoulder tearing dark bloody streaks into his clothing. The dark elf grabbed the dagger at his belt and pulled it out. Fighting through the pain and beaten bloody body. He plunged the dagger into the wolf's side. Blood spurted out the wound and onto Barons hand.
The wolf recoiled from his onslaught as the dagger broke his flesh. It left the body of Baron rolling off to tend to his wound. After observing the damage The wolf went back to it's original target. Sinking it's claws into Baron's arms. Baron's body throbbed with pain and blood poured out his wounds. The wolf paused for a moment and growled up raising it's head to the sky. Blood dripped of the jaws of the beast splattering down on Baron's face as it reveled in it's kill.
Baron took the advantage, quickly plunging his dagger into the chin of the wolf as it looked up at the sun. The beast whimpered and fell to the side of were Baron lay. It's now glazed over eyes stared into Baron's face. The young boy could feel last breath of the beast on his face as it died next to him. Baron let the bloody dagger slip through his fingers and fall to the dirt. Baron had excepted that he was going to die.
As he stared into the morning sun all he thought about is how good it will be to leave all his troubles behind, He would actually enjoy his death. The last thought that ran through Baron's head before the world went black, was the memory of the Half elf slave he had spent so much time with. He would finally be at peace.
Baron sprinted his way through the forest. The shadows of the night tricked him and the forest taunted him with sounds and quick jumping motions. He wiped the front of his brow and smeared it over his pants. He knew that finding the escapees from the village would not be an easy task. In all his years of finding and killing he had never entered a situation where he couldn't see what was coming.
He continued through his uncertainty, not stopping for anything. he had been chasing a shadow for about five minutes or so. He didn't know if the person was from the village or not but he had to find out. He dashed through the foliage jumping over logs and thick bushes. The great forest was always a pain to go through especially at night, at least it had stopped raining.
He had finally caught up to whoever he was chasing. it definitely was not an animal. Leaping forward he grabbed the person and dragged him to the ground. The man let out a squeal as he hit the dirt. He crouched nearby the man and took out one of his curved daggers he kept on his thigh. Flipping the man around Baron grabbed his collar pulling him close to his face. He pressed the blade to the man's throat cutting just enough so that the man would notice he meant business.
"Where is the others!" Baron growled darkly gritting his teeth with every word. The man did not reply. Baron took the blade away from the man's throat and plunged it into his shoulder. The man screamed in pain as the blade pierced his flesh. "There you go, now we got you talking." Baron said grabbing the man's open mouth holding it tightly. he pressed the knife on the man's throat once again. A fear plastered on the man's face. Baron was trying desperately to read the man's emotions.
The helpless man glanced to the right then back to his attacker. "Thanks." Baron said. The man's face turned from fear to anger and spit in Baron's face. Baron sighed as he quickly wiped the spit from his face and plunged the blade into the man's neck. Blood drowned over the man's neck and Baron's dagger pooling on the forest floor. Baron rose from the ground and stared in the direction the man had looked, He stopped as he heard the sound of talking.
Baron's face turned up in a smile as he learned where the rest of the team were. He looked back at the corpse on the ground. sliding his blade back onto his thigh shealth he spit on the body of the man and disappeared into the forest.
Turin's two maces swang on his sides as he crossed through the trees of the great forest. Turin was born and raised in Cyrodiil. Granted his father left him and his mother when he was two. As much as he remembered, his mother was a whore in the Imperial City. His mother always said that he would do great things. Turin decided not to listen and ran away. He figured she would end up raped and murdered in a dark corner of the cities white walls but he could care less where she was now.
Turin began to whistle a tune that he had picked up on a slaving ship he worked on for a few years. And old Nord had taught him the tune. It had a pretty melody to those who didn't know the lyrics to the song. He kicked a rock on the forest floor, it tumbled off into the leaves.
He thought of his life. He came from the streets, living the life of a city rat. He had spent many a day getting around the city by the underground. He had earned the position he now held in this organization. He finished his tune and paused. The man had trained himself to know when something was wrong. His fingers gently swung the maces at his side. They were ready to strike out at whoever was here. Something hit the back of his head. He turned quickly and looked at the projectile. It was the rock that he had kicked into the brush. He sniffed the air and growled.
"Hadil get out here!" The dark skinned man said as he looked around. The Dark Elf jumped down in front of him.
"Relax, Turin just a little bit of fun." Hadil said smiling
"Shouldn't you be finding the Villagers."
"Well you were not trying, so why should I."
"I am not you, and if you don't remember I outrank you."
"We always speak rankings and positions, what happened to the good old days where the best fighter was to lead."
Turin had enough of Hadil's cocky attitude, he raised his hand and cuffed him across the face. Hadil was thrown off guard and flew back to the ground staring up at Turin. The Redguard looked down in disgust. It was obvious this dark elf was trying to take his position. "Don't pretend you can defeat me, and if you ever try I will kill you." Hadil got up off the ground and stumbled away, after he was out of arms reach he smiled and wiped a small streak of blood from his mouth.
"I am just saying watch your back, You never know who would be willing to shoot an arrow through it." That was the end of the confrontation as Hadil disappeared into the forest. Turin just shook his head.
Twitch was fully on his drug high now. Before entering the forest Turin had gave him two capsules of Skooma. Twitch was not going to let his master down. His blood flowed rapidly through his veins mixing with his adrenaline. The Skooma helped a lot.
Twitch had been hunting slaves since he was ten human years old. He always did his best because when he tried hard he got more Skooma. Twitch started to scratch his skin as he ran through the forest, the skooma was already wearing off and he was prepared for more. But he did his duty first, using his well trained nose to sniff out where the people were. He Ran through more trees and then stopped suddenly. He had picked up a scent and was on the trail. After about five more minutes he had come up to a small cave. He smiled as he approached the opening to the depths.
He moved cautiously, extending his claws. He turned the corner and saw them. The tall walls of the cave were dripping with water and other things and when he entered the room his trained ears could hear Someone whisper Shhh. He walked around the room and then saw the escaped villagers. They were at the bottom of a large pit in the middle of the cave huddling in silence. Twitch smiled as he dropped down into the cramped cave pit.
He growled at the villagers as they cowered in fear, the men in the group pushed the women and children back from the Argonian in the corner. Suddenly Twitch heard a sound coming from the cave's entrance.
The team emerged from the corridor their torches casting shadows around the room. Baron stuck near Turin, he had met the team at the entrance of the cave starting to enter into it. Twitch cracked his neck to the right before making an inhuman leap to the feet of Turin. He reached out his hand, it shook ferociously and he licked his lips. From a pouch he held at his belt Turin picked out a tiny vial of Skooma and gave it to Twitch.
The Lizard leapt away from the team devouring it completely. Turin rose his hand and gave the position of spread and Baron and the others crowded around the pit in the middle of the room.
Baron's bloody hand twitched still thriving in the kill. Baron stared down on the villagers below him, a small smirk crossed his face. He could tell the next part of the mission would be the most enjoyable.
AN- Hey guys sorry it was so long, i had a lot I wanted to get in for this chapter. I hope that you enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed writing it.