"Did you find them." Turin said as he turned to Hadil. The two men stood in the middle of the main hallway talking to each other. The torches around the room illuminated them, there shadows stood contrast to the warm light casting on the cold stone walls. Hadil turned to Turin and spoke his keen voice had a hint of curtness and confidence.
"Not yet. They couldn't have gone far." He answered to the Redguard.
"Seek them out, if you discover that they are abandoning, kill them." The Redguard spoke his deep brooding voice solemn and cold.
"Yes, Turin." the Drow said, a smile spreading across his lips. He turned to leave, Turin stopped him grabbing him by the cuff of his shirt and pulling him close. The Dark Elf could hear his labored breaths brush softly across his cheeks.
"Do not disappoint me on this Hadil, I am putting my trust in you, do not fail me."
"You can count on me to end them if they are making trouble." The Dark Elf replied. Turin let go of the cuff of his shirt and watched as Hadil stumbled away from his hands and ran into the nearby corridor laughing with dark glee. He shook his head. Who could he really trust anymore.
Baron observed quietly from the balcony of the great hall. His eyes cautiously scanned Hadil and Turin as they spoke to one another. The shadows draped around him making him unnoticeable, The Drow moved down across the balcony making sure to silence his every movement. The dreary moisture filled air sucked into Baron's lungs and shuddered in his chest before it was released back into the atmosphere with quiet push. This night marked the escape from the slavers. Baron was excited and scared, his mind racing to and fro as he thought about what he and the Orc were about to attempt. They had been planning it out for about a week now and they were sure that it would work. Baron itched to leave this place and now it was finally his chance.
He smiled as he pulled his black bandanna over his mouth, he adjusted the long black coat he had tailored for the occasion. He also made sure to check all of his knives and fastened his sword to his belt. The Drow pulled his body above the banister and crouched on it perching like an stalking eagle. He looked as black, still and silent as the night. He observed Hadil leave the room followed by Turin a minute later. His calculating mind knew it was time to move up. The figure grabbed on to a tapestry and slid down expertly hitting the ground and rolling into the shadows. He followed the wall toward the exit and continued moving with silent confidence. Gronack should be busy getting the keys from Turin's room and should be arriving shortly. Everything was going accordingly to the plan.
"Damn it!" Gronack yelled as he vigorously searched Turin's bedroom. He ran over to the bed and flipped it up looking underneath it. He had been seeking it for about five minutes now and it was taking to long to find this "damnable" key. He looked in the rafters and in the corners of the room. The Orc ran to the desk and pushed all of the items on the floor. When he found no key he rose and flipped the desk yelling in frustration, howling as only a crazed Orc would. He spun around only to regret it. Hadil stood across the room spinning the key in his fingers.
"Looking for this you dumb bastard." Hadil said laughingly as he stuffed the key in his pocket and drew the short sword at his side.
"O you do not know how long I have been waiting for this Ashborn." Gronack stated. he charged with his hulking body hoping to use his girth and strength to tackle the dark elf. It came to no avail as he smashed into the wall. Hadil had expertly flipped over him, his acrobatic skill showing its worth in a unmatched fight. Anger rose as Gronack flung his hands back wildly at Hadil trying desperately injure his smiling face, but Hadil was too quick. He dodged under the hulks arms and slashed at Gronacks side. The chain mail that Gronack had been wearing took most of the gash but it cut the links, dissecting his green flesh below the steel. Hadil was more agile than Gronack as well as the Elf knew it. Gronack hit the ground and slid away from the fray. He quickly drew the Axe from his back and swung it in a circle fending off Hadil for the time being. The Elf rose and tried to stab his shortsword through the Orcs stomach but the brute quickly pummelled the sword away from the dark elves grasp. The steel rang out around the room as it clanged to the stone. The Elf reached for his sword but Gronack had predicted this and swung the great axe on the sword breaking it in two. The Orc opened up with dark laughter as he reveled in his victory "What's the matter Ashborn, lost your weapon!"
"This has only started." The Elf replied his voice encumbered with fatigue. He charged toward the Orc. To a bystander it would have seemed that Hadil was going to tackle him, but at the last second he slid under Gronack's legs and turned jumping on the hulks back. He climbed to the top of the beast, his fists started to seek Gronack's face and his hands tore at his hair. Gronack screamed in surprised rage and thrashed about slamming his back into walls. Hadil continued the onslaught. Both fighters were down to their most basic form, their spirits turning from civilized individuals to monsters, their will to survive pushing them forward into blood rage.
The fight spilled out of the room and soon the conflict was on the balcony above the main hall. The two were teetering dangerously to the side of the platform. The dark elf endured on Gronack's back punching mercilessly, his bloody hands grabbing and tearing at Gronacks face. In a fit of rage Gronack reached behind him and grabbed the Dark Elf flipping him over his head and slamming his side into the stone banister. The stone crumbled under the blow falling into the pit.
"I got you now Bitch." Gronack screamed out shoving the Drow. Hadil was helpless as he Gronacks powerful arms struck his chest, he barrelled over the banister and fell all the way to the main floor. Gronack peered over the side. Hadil blacked out silently, a pool of blood beginning to dribble around his head. The Orc laughed in victory before wiping his hand across his bloody face.
A shiny object caught the Orcs eye and he looked down upon it. It was the key. He quickly ran down the stairs to the body of Hadil. Reaching down he picked up the key and held it in the torchlight. He had his prize. He wasted no more time, Spitting on Hadil he ran out of the hall.
Drips of salty sweat began to trickle down Baron's face as he attempted to break the lock at the front of the complex. His sweaty fingers smeared around the metal, the pick slipped as he fumbled with the lock and he cursed Peleus under his breath. In all his days he had never had to break a lock of this difficulty and he was running out of time. The lock tumbled and turned inside as the infiltrator pulled it in and out pushing and pulling the steel inside. Baron longed for the satisfying click. After three more minutes of attempts the thin metal of the lockpick snapped under the pressure. "Damn it!" Baron cursed as he watched his lockpick fall glancing off the stone ground in two pieces.
A sudden sound came from behind the Elf. It bounced off the stone walls of the corridor. Moving quickly Baron smothered the torches out on either side of the hall and ducked into the blackness as the footsteps became closer. He observed the countless doors that lined the hall and watched Twitch step out from a doorway. He had to hasten, he reached into the deep pocket of his coat and pulled out a tiny vial. The blue liquid sloshed around inside. He popped the top off and poured it down his throat. The Argonian stalked mutely as he walked down the corridor. Baron's heart began to race, his throat becoming desiccating. The potion was beginning to run it's course as the his stomach growled and churned, his vision also began to twist and deform, he felt as though he would die.
Twitch was getting closer, Baron hardly knew much about the lizardfolk from the depths of Blackmarsh. They were supposedly hard to kill, they fought for their land over the empire for many years, the imperials were surprised that they fought so hard to keep the marsh. Many did not understand how they could possibly hold out for so long against the mighty Empire. The Empire needed the natural resources that existed in the trees and along the coastline. Baron had heard rumors that the Lizard people possess low light vision, Baron was ignorant to the truth but he could not take any chances.
He watched his hands dissipate as his entire body and clothes became transparent. It took two more minutes for the Argonian to make it down the hall by that time Baron was completely concealed. He stopped silently in front of Baron and sniffed the moist air. The Dark Elf let out a silent breath and began to creep around the creature. His success was dependent on many variables. The first variable consisted of the creatures scent capabilities, Argonians possessed extremely enhanced scent and pheromone sensitivity. The second was the chances of the creature sensing him make the pass in the narrow passageway. Thirdly and most importantly, if the Argonian had drank a shot of Skooma. If that was the case Baron would have no chance. He had studied Twitch over the last couple months and when the Argonian had Skooma in his veins he was capable of anything.
The Ashborn moved slowly, making sure that his footsteps were quiet. The Argonian got a whiff and followed the scent. He was inches from Baron as he followed his nose. Baron moved quickly as possible without making a sound his eyes watching the hulking lizard move forward to him. He bent down, his small nostrils inhaling the air around Barons head. He backed up even more, his heart racing wildly. The wary Lizard held opened his hand and Baron watched in horror as black claws extended from the scaly fingers. He swiped forward his muscles lurching with speed. Baron dodged backwards, missing the claw by centimeters.
Twitch did not hesitate to go overkill. He swiped multiple times, clawing furiously at the air. Baron rolled to the right, again barely dodging the claws. The lizard gave the last sweep digging his claws into the stone wall. He growled in rage his face curling in an angry frustration. A sudden snap came from down the hall and Baron prayed as he curled up on the damp stone. The Argonian gave one last look around before running into a corridor and out of sight.
Baron let out a deep sigh and crawled into the corner. He wiped his bow with his arm and propped his back against the wall. The side effects of the potion began to fade away, Baron took the glass vial that had the potion and kissed it before tossing it to the ground. Gronack had better get here fast with that key.
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