Stelm: This story should explain a lot about Jet and how he feels. This'll probably be one of the few times I'll let you see how the Dragonborn College of Magicka works and how Jet's schedule is sorry for the delay, end of school and all of that. The sexual scene here will really be the extent of the sexual scenes sooo… yah. BTW sorry for the wait.
Whores, Bugs, Lizards and Cats
"Damn Durabo. Did we really have to get this guy at this hour?" I asked Durabo who was right beside me as we walked along the trail to the fisherman's shack.
"Yah that's what boss said. He said we gots to get him early when he first wakes up for the first catch. He'll be a little groggy when he first wakes up." Durabo said complacently not breaking a sweat. He was a born survivalist. I bet he could walk to someplace outta of the way like Windhelm without taking a ragged breath. Me on the other hand was getting a winded already. I was glad I had magic because if I didn't have that I would be much more than a scholar. If I didn't have the smarts I'd be a beggar. If I didn't have any of those things I heard prostitutions real popular.
Matter of fact the last time me and Durabo went out was right after we went to some sleazy Moon Sugar bar right by Dawnstar. It was crazy. They had some wooden ball with some colored mage light. I swore they stole that idea from the college. It was something traditional for our graduation celebration night. The hallowed and holed ball was called a prom ball. However while ours was gigantic and made up with polished wood, theirs was made with cheap wood and it was only about the size of an attunement sphere (even though I doubt they would even know what that was).
Anyways they had a good sized bar, a big dancing floor, and a banging group of jongleurs playing. I knew their drummer from the Bard's college, and if you've ever heard any music from the bard's college you'd know how they sound. The drummer upheld his reputation.
The flashy lights, the moon sugar, the mead, and the dancing was one thing, the prostitution going on behind the stage was where the real party was at. By the time I got back there I was already high off skooma and drunk off of black-briar mead. To put it simply I was wasted. I managed to stumble my way to the back and bought a young (around 20) Khajiit woman. Most Argonians would try to stone me for such an act but I was too wasted to care. We found a spare room and I got all my money's worth. Plus I learned what a bush meant in Khajiit terms.
"Okay don't kill him Jet. Just rough him up. The boss said that this guy was the one who pushed Deiron off the dock and into the water. Of course the guy was drunk and Deiron is one heavy dark elf so we ended up losing a good bit of the fish we were carrying. The fish weren't really important it was the sugar stuffed inside that we were worried about. We have to knock about 150 septims out of this guy. Plus whatever we find in the house. Let me do all the talking." Durabo explained as we waited among the trees. Surprisingly Durabo's calculations were accurate and the man was just getting out of his shack. His fishing materials in hand. Durabo moved with breathtaking speed. He was only a yard away from the man in seconds.
The fisherman saw the orc as he got close and backed away. Durabo took the time to prepare himself for a shout. His preparation was extremely awkward. Most people just stick their chest out and shouted. Durabo's raised his hands above his head and pointed his head down bending his back forward as he did so. He shouted the disarm shout and before you knew it the fishing pole, tack, lures, net, among other things he carried in hands were flung all around the ground.
The beefy nord looked highly offended, "What in the nine is going on?"
"You got drunk a few nights ago and pushed one of our friends in the water. Made us lose a lot of gold. Now we are here to take that gold back!" Durabo said sending a wild punch to the man's face. He raised his hands to stop the next few blows but the defense failed horribly. Durabo looked at me and pointed his head at the small shack then continued his beat down.
I went inside the shack cautious of any extra precautions the man took to halt any intruder's advances. I thought I looked at every nook and cranny of the shack as I entered but I missed one detail, the thin outlining of a door. It burst open to reveal a red angry nord woman. That part wasn't at all weird. The weird part was that she was half naked.
I stared blank faced at the woman as she charged at me. She looked to be around 30 and her breast were gourd sized. She was a bit tanner than the average Nord and had a modest figure that was a few steps up from decent. I thought these things in a matter of seconds because I wasn't long before I the pan the woman was holding was raised to strike me. I took the time to focus my magical energy into the pan which in split seconds exploded into dust.
With the sudden lack of a weight and a target, the woman fell face flat on the floor. As she lay on the floor I could only stop to stare for a second at the wonderful trouser covered ass she had on her. How the fuck did a fisherman get to bed with this fine slice of sovngarde?
I took mind off the woman for a few minutes to do what I came for. I rifled through closets, drawers, chest (no pun intended), cabinets, and bags and flipped everything else over. I found 200 septims in the shack and I didn't know what we were going to do with the woman. I walked outside with the septims just when I saw Durabo throw the fisherman into the river. I didn't question his methods. The guy was a fisherman; if he couldn't swim he was a sorry excuse for one anyway.
I started walking towards Durabo to give him the septims when I heard someone scream behind me, "You slimy, lizard thief!"
Before I could react the woman had pushed me. It only succeeded to move me a foot or two but something in my system overreacted and I turned around and slapped the woman across her face. I saw a few tears start to form around her eyes but they were quickly dried up. This had to be my second time hitting a woman. Never believed in doing it constantly. Only when it was necessary.
I looked back at Durbao I could see him eye fucking her already. I snapped him out of it and motioned for him to come inside to talk about how to proceed. We went inside and sat down at what must have been the dining table. I spoke first.
"So Nord lady. What are doing way out here with this guy." I said calmly trying to play the good guard role. What I really wanted to say was 'So Nord lady. What are you doing way over there and not all the way down here.'
"He was hosting a tea party." The nord woman said sarcasticly, even her voice was sexy.
"Well what's your name then princess?" Durabo asked leaning forward as if not hearing it would cost him his life.
"Ellisa." The nord woman said and I sat back in my seat. Boy what a beautiful name.
"That's all we really need to know from you. So… what do you think we should do to her now Jet?" Durabo asked innocently though I knew his intentions.
"I think we should sell her to the boss." I said and Ellisa's eyes perked up in alarm. She firmly gripped the cloak she had recently put on to cover her torso.
"No that's not what's going to happen. Listen here. I don't know what your problem was with Eujenny but I swear I was not in it. Just don't put me into the business. Skyrim is known for rough customers. I do however know what you want and I can give it to you." Ellisa said sternly, I could not mask my surprise for the reply. Damn I might actually have a good Morndas for once.
She got to work immediately picking up and throwing the table with ease as she readied herself. In seconds she was pleasuring us both. The fisherman had a collection of fur rugs that he must have considered as a bed. We had our way with her there. She made no protest. It seemed that my luck was getting better as the years went on.
Two hours later…
"I swear she had to have been a professional or something." I bragged proud of my recent endeavor.
"You have to be bull shiting me. How in the oblivion can I sign up to your gang, because trust me, Professor Tollinof isn't sending us on anything that can get you…well… that!" Ennis said shocked out of his mind.
I swear this is one of those times where a human male would slap on a beaming expression and show his pearly white teeth. Me I just kept the only expression an argonian like me could keep. Calm, cool, and collective. Inside of me however I was extremely happy. It seemed that nothing could bring me down. Alchemy always found a way to depress me some type of way.
"Damn Jet I knew I raised you right." Kobin said humorously and I shot a dismissive look at the Nord.
"Whatever it really wasn't that hard. I think she was the guy's whore or something." I said acting like I handled these types of things all the time. To be truthful, this was my third time seeing a whore. The first time I saw one was when I first started working for Bajee. Well the only one I saw in action with another guy. The other one happened when I went to that bar with Durabo. There were plenty of other ones standing outside bars in Riften, mostly bosmer.
As we were walking along the cobblestone walkways that were flooded with scurrying scholars I could only hope to stall the inevitable hour long class about ingredients, potions, poisons, stuffing/filling, and the wonders of mixing without a spoon. We had to wait on Kobin anyways. He still had a limp. We were here because we were his friends and we had the same 1st class. I barely made it to school on time. Durabo didn't have a first class (something with his schedule) so he stayed with Ellisa. I didn't want to imagine what was happening back at the small fishermans hut.
As I heard the late bell ring we still took our time. We had Kobin as an excuse and we still only ended up being two minutes late. We walked in with Kobin and everybody in the class looked in our direction as we walked in, the door slammed behind us and our Altmer alchemy professor gave us his world renowned death stare. We all walked to our seats in the middle of the class as quietly as we could. Kobin and Ennis were my only real friends in this class so I usually sat by them. Of course I knew everybody in the third year class by heart and most of them knew me but that didn't mean that that I sat by them. It was a college thing.
"Please hurry up with taking your seats young mages. There is a lot of work to do today." Professor Tollinof droned off getting a few papers ready. I could already see what we were going to make today. I saw nirnroot, ice wraith teeth, and chaurus eggs. We were definitely making an invisibility potion.
"You all should know the simple basic invisibility ingredients." Professor Tollinof said dully looking us expectantly.
"Vampy Dust and a Luna Moth wing." The class said with absolutely no enthusiasm. We made sure not to say Vampire. It was offensive to the vampires who didn't want anybody to know that they were vampires so they kept it in the "closet". If they came out of the closet they'd probably be waking up to an angry mob every morning and a big sign that says expelled. To put it simply most of the students at DCOM weren't complete assholes.
"Good now I want you to successfully mix the ingredients in front of you. You will pass the class for today if pass my examination test. If you can see me after I drink your potion you fail. You may begin now." Our Alchemy Professor said in closing.
I looked at Ennis and he whispered into the side of my head, "Just melt the teeth, rip the nirnroot, and split the egg open. Heat up the egg a little bit before you crack it. You don't use the chaurus inside just the juices are put in."
I nodded and got to work. I got the medium sized metal bowl in front of me and was careful enough to use minor telekinesis to slowly put the teeth inside the bowl. I looked around to see a lot of people pick them up and start scream for their parents' aid. One of my peers tried to remove the teeth quickly only for it to peel a good bit of his hand skin off. Another dumbass was dared to put his tongue on the teeth and as expected he was stuck. The dumber part was the scenario was that the Breton tried to melt it on his mouth. It didn't work, it just got really hot and he started screaming and started to turn all red. I loved it when humans got that way.
It took me a good while to finish melting the teeth inside the bowl. I decided to heat up to boiling point just so it would mix nicely with the other ingredients. Other people weren't so successful. One person went overboard on the burning stage and accidently burned up some dwemer oil. It blew up him and the two mages beside him.
After letting it boil I started out on the nirnroot. The glow of the root was majestic. It was a beautiful sight to see but I knew I needed to get to work. I ripped it up with my sharp claws easily. As the pieces lay torn in front of me I decided I couldn't just let the opportunity pass by I just needed to know how they tasted. Before the beginning of this course we would be examined and checked to see if we were prone to disease (of course I wasn't). The only reason they did it was for procedure. Those who couldn't stand the presence of nuts or pollen usually died at a young age. I mean who is scared of flowers and food?
Getting back to the story, I put the nirnroot in my mouth. I let my tongue rest on the top of my mouth. I could smell the refreshing smell of mint. Oh yah I forgot to tell you, most argonians (there are a few exceptions) only use our nostrils to breathe and to expel the water out of our amphibian bodies. There were a few small holes on the underside of our tongue to smell. We could open and close them like a human could move their eyelids. That's why an argonian is at the top of their game when they have their mouths partially or fully open.
As soon as I swallowed the piece of nirnroot the whole room got brighter. I felt a firm punch to my shoulder. As I looked to my right I saw that it was Ennis.
"Are you crazy? That right there is farm grown raw nirnroot. Eating these roots raw will keep you glowing for up to three days!" Ennis said franticly drawing a few eyes. I got a few laughs from nearby mages. I must have looked ridiculous all lit up. Nobody really blamed me though. After a few seconds more people started to notice. A few minutes' later people were trying the nirnroot themselves. After I had moved on to the chaurus egg most of the class was glowing. We all looked at Professor Tollinof for a reaction but all he did was look up from his book and shake his head.
As I started on the chaurus egg I forced myself to keep my mouth closed. I really didn't want to smell this when it opened up. I decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. I got a sword from the tools desk and started to cut the egg by 1/6. I figured a small opening would allow me to simply pour the juices out and keep the baby chaurus in. I heard a whine. I thought I killed it. I l started pouring the egg juices into the bowl. That's when the craziest thing happened. A white crab looking thing crawled out and I was half obliged to crack its shell with my bare hands but something stopped me. It didn't look harmful at all. I covered my glowing eyes just in case the crab spit out acid or something. Nothing happened. I picked it up and it crawled along my hand and my arm. As it did so it made this clicking noise with its claws. It felt so...cool. I saw others looking at me strange so I stuck the cute little creature in my bag. I had room for the small little creature in my bag at least for now. Plus weren't chaurus's used to darkness? I wouldn't know though the college never lets us go that deep in a dungeon.
The other chaurus cuttings went less than smoothly. More than half the class had their chaurus come out. Even the professor had to start zapping at the quick little critters. I could hear my own chaurus chittering to its own kind. It was a shame how they could just murder these innocent little creatures. After all that was done the testing began.
An hour and 20 minutes later…
"Ok here it is. Four Vigilantes of Stendarr and a Thalmor walk into a bar. The Vigilantes start playing poker while the Thalmor gets some drinks. The bartender asks what each vigilante is good at. The Thalmor says, 'The argonian is sneaky, the khajiit is smart, the nord is strong, and the Imperial is a good leader.' The bartender then asks what the Thalmor was good at. He says, 'Torture, assassination, and flashing.' Then the bartender asks, 'The magical flash or the sexual one.' The Thalmor didn't answer he just quickly undid his trousers. The bartender then exclaimed very loudly, 'what a dick!' Then the vigilantes say in harmony, 'We know.'" Kobin said as he went in a fit of laughter. It was true that laughter was contagious. I had to laugh a little bit even though the joke had to be the corniest joke ever to be told.
"That is soooo corny." Jarod said as he dug into his plate of spiced sausages.
"Whatever, I got it from that guy from Hammerfell." Kobin said as he downed a bottle of milk. It made me sick to the stomach, milk. It was disgusting no matter what you put in it.
Me? My meal was perfect. I had some charred skeever, some apple cabbage soup, and a jug of Hissod (Hist, nord mead, and juices from a jazbay grape). I had already finished the skeever now I was on to drinking the soup.
"You mean that weird guy who wants to be a tribal shaman?" I asked remembering the skinny little guy who was in my illusion class. I just saw him a few minutes ago and couldn't remember his face. He was quite the pessimistic fellow. I remember him almost die when a kid behind him casted a clairvoyance spell and the purple aura went right through him to end at Canila. I didn't blame him for wanting her. She was a high elf and was pretty good looking for an altmer. The best looking one I had ever seen.
"You mean Turiaf?" Jarod asked almost halfway through his sausages. One of the oiled sausages fell on the ground and he cursed. I would have eaten it for him but I didn't want to look like an animal or anything. I mean the College cleaners did a superb job at keeping the campus clean. Definitely the Dovakhiin's Plaza, the place we were eating at currently. It housed all the schools on campus shops and restaurants. That was a big reason it was the first things the construction crews got to work on after the attack.
"Yah him, he was in my class yesterday and made the most bone headed…" Kobin started out before he turned around to see a Maiq the Liar standing a little too close to our little social circle.
"Maiq has seen the scaly one running into the campus clothes ripped and torn. He wonders what expired." Miaq announced looking at me suspiciously.
I always hated the guy. A few of his other khajiit friends and him beat me up in my first year and ever since then there was beef. Added on to the beast beef that started eras ago. He had black fur and was about my size, only an inch or two taller. Luckily he had no classes with me so we never fought during instruction. Somehow he chose today to start off an argument. I was going to show him.
"Jet doesn't think that it is any of Maiq's business." I said mocking the cat. That's what set him off.
"Maiq does not listen to the whims of mere lizard." Maiq said getting aggravated. His rise in voulume made a few wandering eyes made their way onto our argument.
"Maybe you should before I fry your little kitten hairs." I threatened creating a small ball of fire in hands in clear sight of everyone near me. That population count just kept getting bigger.
"Maiq is offended at the statement made by a creature that has slithered from the deep unwanted depths of Tamriel. A place that nobody but the native people want to inhabit. 75% of the organisms are deadly to everybody except the addicted amphibians who sit lazily at the bottom of waste infested swamps." Maiq ranted gaining the attention of everybody in the courtyard. A large crowd was forming. I knew it wouldn't be long before the college guards would come in to break it up.
"You know what. Fuck it. Don't let me see you alone. Be afraid of me Maiq the Liar. Be very afraid." I said and expected the cat to back away instead he was looking around me, or better yet through me.
"You're spacing out their cat." I asked the cat but I looked around and saw other people looking confused too. I looked on my shirt to see if there was a blaring stain or something but instead I saw nothing. Not nothing as in nothing on my shirt but as in literally nothing. It seemed as though I had become invisible. It must have been the nirnroot. Who knew it acted this way. First glowing now invisibility. I wondered how long this would last. As I thought about it I realized that I better take advantage before people start using detect life and I get screwed. I found my bag and put it on carefully. It soon turned invisible too. Hey you're only invisible in a large crowd once right? So I searched the crowd for Canila. Once I found her I slipped my way through the crowd, careful not to touch anybody. I looked over the crowd again to see the plump underside of Canila Nittle only covered by a thin tight fitted mage robe. I sped my way fast through the outskirts of the massive crowd. Once I got close enough I let my hand fly back and swing forward. It made sharp contact with the woman's backside and she yelped loudly. That gained the attention of a majority of the crowd. The invisibility wore off and I started my sprint across the cobblestone walkways that led to my dorm. I felt like an accomplished jail breaker. My dual scheme proved succecful.
That was until a hand caught me by the shoulder and pulled me to the ground. It took me a while to get myself back on my feet. I saw a large man in front of me. It took me about a minute for me to tell that it was a guard. Fuck.
20 minutes later…
"Ok class, time to go to the arena." Our destruction instructor instructed us.
The whole class let a collective moan. The arena served its purpose as a place where speeches and non-combat related sports were played. It also served as the destruction class's playground. However it wasn't as much fun as it sounded. A whole hour running flipping and shooting out different destruction spells got kind of dull after a while.
I already knew that after that I was going to be tired as hell and archery was going to be strain on my arm and shoulder. Detention was going to suck. The guard that stopped me saw my confrontation with Maiq then that thing with Canila. Now I had most of my evening away from me. So as it took my normal hours of relaxation it also took a toll on my social life. I was planning on taking this Breton I knew name Tilli to a circus that was performing right beside Whiterun. There went those plans down the drain.
As we stepped out on the open mud field I did my ritual of casting oak flesh on my feet. For some reason it soothed me when my feet felt so solid. After the spell was casted I took off my boots. I wagged my tail in pleasure. The feeling of your claws digging in on the earth was so refreshing. I shifted around a little bit and waited on instructions.
"Today class we will focus on aim. You will all be spaced out evenly. Your targets have your names on them. You will first start shooting at the target only three meters away. You will back up three paces for ever ten times you hit the target. You will move onto the personal training rooms below for extra credit if you want it." Our Wood Elf destruction teacher yelled. She was short but loud, nobody cared to mess with her. Less they wanted to end up doing duration drills. Those drills were the worst. All you did was cast flames or frost for three minutes. You get a 10 second break and you do it again.
I got to my target first. The arena was set up to where one half of the class got one side of a target and the other got the other side. We all knew there was always an individual barrier to stop any oncoming blast from the other side.
I got to my target first and began blasting away. The fire flew out my hands with ease as I knocked the first 10 easy. The next 50 came like clockwork. The 30 after that I let myself concentrate. Once I was almost to the wall I used what most people call archers eye. I used it quite poorly but I used it none the less. My back hit the wall when I hit 200.
I looked around and a majority of the class were only on their 50th shot. It felt good to be good at something for a while. I looked to be the first one out of the whole class to finish, counting the other side.
"Well Zuvejjet. Looks like you earn yourself some rest huh?" Professor Terry asked me looking not at all impressed.
"No mam. I want that extra credit." I said knowing that if I said that I wanted a break the little lady would make me run laps around the arena and THEN do those duration drill I was telling you about.
"Ok then. You're dismissed." Professor Terry said poorly hiding her surprise that I had figured her out.
I didn't need to be escorted to the practice rooms, I had been there plenty times to work on my magic. I walked down a few flights of stairs and found an open room. I saw targets all around me. There was some mage light illuminating the room. I started throwing some ice spikes at targets surrounding all 6 walls (including ceiling and ground) of the room.
I took a deep breath then. Looking at each one that I had hit about five targets. I had thrown 5 ice spikes. After I had gained my composure I ran into a high forward flipped and threw out three ice spikes at the oncoming targets. I jumped of that wall did another flip and bulls eyed 10 targets. Five on the top and five on the bottom. I hit the other wall and jumped off quickly dispatching four spikes at the wall I just jumped from. All four hit the center of the targets. I hit the ground rolling and hit five on the ceiling. Two of those five hit the previous five breaking them. I jumped in the air and burnt those dropping ice shards to steam. As I moved through the steam cloud I burnt the four ice spikes I put in a side I jumped from earlier and hit the ground. The patch of ground I had landed on was a bit wet and I slipped.
I recovered before I hit the ground but I was still embarrassed at the sudden stop in grove. My embarrassment heightened when I heard the sound of claps resonating from the entrance. As I started walking towards the man I saw that he was an argonian. Closer inspection and I saw that the argonian was a Shadowmaster.
As he got closer I got to my knees. It didn't feel like I was doing it. Matter of fact I hated kneeling to anybody, the divines made us all equal. Yet I couldn't resist it. It was like kneeling to the aged argonian was a part of my everyday life. Kneeling. Then I snapped out of it. The argonian let out a wheezy laugh.
"You have to be ready to combat any mental intrusion when a trained wizard is near you." The shadowmaster said and I nodded.
"Yes Shadowmaster. How long were you looking?" I asked. I hoped this wasn't another ploy to get me to join up with the Shadowwraiths. They had been at me like that since I walked into the college.
"Long enough. Young root. I see that you have progressed nicely through this alliance school program. Do you know what you will do after all this is done with?" The Shadowmaster asked and I already knew what he expected me to say.
"No I don't and I don't need any lectures. From you or your little shadowwraith lackeys. I don't need nobody. You hear that. Stop getting into my mind!" I said angrily stepping away from the man. I wanted to say more but my mouth seemed to be glued shut. I cursed in my head. Damn this man. If you are listening now damn you! Get out of my head!
I felt like I was going to lose it. The argonian seemed to be fading out of sight. The whole world even seemed to be fading slowly but surely. Was I up or down? What are these things in my head? Thoughts? Why am I spinning? Why aren't I not spinning?
"Zuvejett!" The elder argonian snapped holding his head up high, "I hope you know how close to death you were just now. A half a second later and you would have been dead. I wouldn't have a finger print on you. Nobody would know."
"Stop with these mind games. If you want to bring me close to death than attack me physically! Do it where I can see it! Hit me!" I roared running to the elder at full speed.
The elder flashed before my very eyes and next thing you know I firm punch was landed on the side of my snout. I was flung a few meters away. I recovered quickly and did a few flashes of my own. Me and the elder came in contact a few times and I was extremely amazed at how the old lizard could move so fast and not tire. I had flashed about 40 times and had only hit the elder once. He had about 30 hits on me. I was worn out and soon I just tumbled to the ground unable to move anymore. I tried to keep my consciousness but I was too battered. I shifted into a deep sleep.
Three hours later…
"Damn that old lizard son of a bitch!" I roared angry at the world. Well… the world but more specificallythe shadowmaster who sparred with me earlier today. A few hours ago I had woken up in the restoration room. The shadowmaster probably got me there after I passed out. Anyway the argonian told the healers that a few hoodlums had entered my practice room and jumped me. The healers believed him to and I wasn't going to change the story. I had enough shit to handle, dealing with the heads of the school about an intrusion in security was something I really didn't need.
I figured that I done enough for today and right now I was walking my way back to the college. I was exhausted. That magical walk on water couldn't be done better than I did it. Didn't fall in once. Not once. Most people took a few steps then started swimming but not me, I suffered through it all. The guy who watched me was some 1st year basic conjuration teacher. He talked to me for a while about my actions but I was too tired to listen.
Archery had me feeling weak before I had even got there. The restoration center only let me skip archery for thirty minutes. I had the rest of the class to tire out my arms. We did some kneel, aim, and shoot drills and although it sounds easy it was everything but. My knees and shoulders were aching before I even started my running on water punishment. I heard Tilli found someone else to go with. Heard the guy was a dunmer fourth year. Damn dark elves were ruining all aspects of my life now a days.
As I walked the lonely trail up to the college I heard laughter. Not just any type of laughter. Khajiit laughter. I ran to a bush and hid behind it. From here I could see who was coming down the dirt road. A part of me hoped that it was Maiq, the lying bastard.
"Then Do'Kaviar says your vagina is as cold as a Draugur's!" Do'Kaviar a Khajiit 2nd Year said laughing at his punchline. I could hear all of this but they had not passed me yet.
"Maiq find this tale hilarious." The one and only Maiq the Liar said laughing with the 2nd year.
That's when I saw them jogging along. I silently started to trail them. When I thought the time was right I made two purposely weak fireballs in my hand and conjured up a bound broom stick (it was the first thing I could think up). I rethought it for a second and replaced the remaining fireball in my hand with the magical set up for a conjure a familiar spell. It wasn't just any familiar spell it was a rooster familiar spell. Guaranteed to cause chaos. I got a little bit closer to the jogging duo and opened the gates of oblivion in Maiq's loose trousers. I heard the bird yelp and try to tear its way out of the cat's airy pants. The bird soon ripped its way out of the pants leg and started hoping and jumping along the road. Trying its best to attack the two Khajiits. That was any familiar's purpose after all.
After the chicken did the first few blows of damage I raised my ghastly looking broom stick and started whacking at the duo. My stick slammed down on the Maiq the hardest. After I gave them a good beating I dispelled the broom stick and savagely kicked Maiq a few times in his torso area. I didn't wear boots when I did my water walking drill so my claws dug into the Khajiits torso. Ready to finish them off I grabbed Maiq and his orange furred friend and threw them into the water. Everybody knew that cats hated water. I saw it first hand as they started to struggle to stay afloat. Hey if they drowned they'd be Riften's problem in a few days. Right now I was worried about getting to my baby chaurus. I told Ennis to watch over her (I couldn't tell quite yet but I guessed) until I got back.
Stelm: That smelling from the mouth I got from AugistinianFrog's Of Vigilance, Mercy, and Insanity character Squints-his-Eye. I figured it was interesting so I decided to elaborate on it. I also give him idea credits for that terrible Thalmor and Vigilante joke. I give credit to Cearbhail's knowledge of the Argonian system of doing things (shadowmasters, shadowwraiths and all that).I blame the system for me not posting up a story in such a long time. That and the curse of laziness and creativity stumps. Really though if any of yall want anything to happen I can see if I can put it in the story. I need some fuel for my creativity. Just 1 push!