STELM: Ok a short chapter I had to get out the way. Like it or love it type of thing. Not much in it but it had to be done I hit writers gold today. The whole set up of the story has been realized to me.

The Old Province II

-JAROD-

"Ok now where are you storage?" I asked myself as I snuck through the late night traffic of the healing building.

The healing building was a place I didn't see too much. I never got hurt. If I did get hurt I'd just heal myself and I'd get better over time. Z was terrible at staying out of the healer's hand. Guess it was my survivalist Redguard blood.

Never got to visit Hammerfell sadly. I was born in a small manger outside of Dawnstar. My mom raised me until I was eight. My mom couldn't find a good job in Skyrim other than selling herself on the streets. So she didn't, she left me with a church and I they raised me until I got too big and I had to make my own way. I made a few illegal moves for myself and got lucky enough to find some like minded indivisuals.

So not too soon after I left the chruch did I had my own little band of thieves. We usually targeted lightly armored caravans or merchant convoys. I was usually the guy who had to sneak in and bang up the wheels and horses. After that was done we would rob and kill. I remember my first plunder, we found a young Altmer girl from a rich family and were thinking ransom. We raped her while we waited on the septims, weird to say but she was my first. It didn't seem so bad then, just the way criminals survived.

A few months and a few pillages gone right later my rape count had been raised to seven. I never killed my victims; I just let them go with a few cuts that soon turned into our gang's insignia. Our own little brand. I had been doing that for a while before a group of mercenaries attacked us at our den.

I fought my best but we eventually lost our big man, our intimidating factor. We killed all the mercenaries except one. That one just happened to be a redgaurd with dreads and a tattoo on her neck. She wouldn't speak on who sent them so I put her through the motions. Tying her up and abusing her goodies with ruthless abandon. I was sexually satisfied for the next few weeks. She traveled with us, we went all across Skyrim doing everything we could to make money, septims went a little dry when we had to avoid bigger convoys due to our bigman being lost. The redgaurd woman who we soon knew as Malia soon became our sex toy. Except for the fact that I tried my best to keep her to myself only giving her away when pressured. Soon I no longer needed straps to pleasure myself with her, she just took it. It was one night of my reckless "pillaging" did I forget check on where I put her. I awoke with a dagger to my waist and the view of five of my closest friends, their throats slit. I wondered why I couldn't move but I soon realized she had paralyzed me, also explaining why I didn't feel myself being stabbed. I cried numbly all day until a group of travelers came by and beat me up and stripped me of clothes, remembering me from a recent raid, the irony almost killed me. The beating wore out my paralyzing effect and I trailed them. Upon catching them I slaughtered them all in cold blood and found a nice amount of gold, added on with the gold my "team" had. It was enough to pay for my first two years at the College the rest was paid for by butlering for a rich couple in the Pale during the summer, they paid really good, even on rich people standards.

Now that money could potentially be wasted on something a trivial as Z's pet. I guess that's what happens when you had a free spirit for a friend. I was sure he'd do something like this for me. So my invisible silhouette continued to move pass healers and patients alike heading towards where my healer friend said the storage room was. It should be right around this corner.

As soon as I turned the corner I saw a sign that said Storage and Archives. Surprisingly it wasn't guarded. I slipped in an already opened door and wondered how luck had helped me out like this. Two guards were standing at the storage gate's door. They seemed eerily scared so I sent a pacify spell their way hoping they'll jump right out their red college guard uniform. They did nothing and with closer inspection I realized that they were dead. I cursed silently and my blood went cold.

"Halt or I will be force to use my magic in any way I feel necessary." An authoritative voice called out and a bright light illuminated the dark room that kept the vault door.

My blood chilled even colder when the shout was followed by a warning blast to the gate in front of me. Surprisingly the gate began to cave in. Damn, I thought things like this were sturdier than this. I heard a curse from behind me and I took this time of confusion to escape further into my own hole. So trying to upstart the cave in I blasted a strong blast of my own.

The dust and debris covered most of my movements but I shielded myself with a back protection ward just in case the authority figure decided to fire at me more. I quickly went through the darkness and the smoke of the storage. The smoke soon was behind me and I made haste not to get caught, I had to escape someway. Right now instead of some lighted cabinet that I figured I'd see all I saw was darkness. I was traveling down a hallway.

I ran until something grabbed me by my shirt and threw me. I didn't know if I blacked out or if I closed my eyes but when I opened them again the light almost blinded me. I looked around to see potions, tools, books, scrolls, and magical apparel. Well that and a ton of dead bodies.

"What's this all about man? Shit, I didn't do anything!" I said to nobody in particular after coughing a little, damn Jet. What had he gotten me into?

"You snooped a little too far. You're friend now leads to your demise." A figure said coming into my now laid out view. I now saw that it was a Dunmer with a dead Altmer on his shoulder. Definitely not the authoritative figure I heard back at the entrance. How did he get the jump on me? Why out of all the dead bodies did he chose that one to carry back. How did he get in here at all? Did he kill all those people?

"I didn't do nothing!" I screamed. I didn't want to die here, not now.

"That's what all the birds sing." The dunmer said and he took out a knife coated with some sort of poisonous concoction, it practically dripped off the blade. It didn't take a quarter second for the knife to lodge itself into the center of my torso. I soon loss all feeling and started to shiver, soon spit flung out my mouth. Coldness, the damn coldness.

In a small shack somewhere in the Rift…

-ZUVEJJET-

"Please don't! Stop this now!" I heard, damn this bitch was way too squirmy. I hated having to have to sit through all this. If anything I wanted to take a whack at the quieter one.

It was a blessing that the famous arms dealer had three (and until recently) clean daughters. Bajee was one ruthless fellow. They were currently bonded down and were being raped. They had been at this for hours now and Jassik had gone twice at the oldest of the three. Another member of our brotherhood might come by every few hours. The news that we had captured an arms dealer went around fast. Either before or after the rape session the gang member would beat down the noble who was now sitting scared and crying in a chair, able to see it all. Maybe not so well though. His eyes were almost completely swollen up. Bajee told the men not to punch there. The boss wanted to make sure the business man saw it all.

From what Bajee explained to me the arms dealer was supposed to give them a good deal on some weapons but the deal went wrong leaving a few of our guys dead. Bajee wasn't all too happy about it. So it lead to this.

"The last person who sat in this chair lasted for forty eight hours. Would you like to try for a new record?" Bajee said pacing around the arms dealer. He was only met with muffled screams of terror.

Those screams were amplified when Bajee stabbed the man with an iron dagger and let it stay there. As if he had just finished doing some trivial job he came back to me in a casual tone. The screams of the dealer's daughters serving as lobby music.

"Jet my friend I have sources in the Skyrim transport community that tell me you are planning on a trip to the motherland." The mob boss said and I didn't want to ask what these lightning quick sources were.

"You speak the truth." I said casually standing up and hoping to get on with my vacation.

"I know I am. Now I want you to make us some foreign contacts. Before your gills even touch Argonia's Hist marinated water a meeting will be set up at a nontraditional argonian hotel called The Root in the City of Stormhold, its hard to miss. Room 64. An hour past noon tommorow. They will ask all the questions. I trust you Jet." Bajee said giving me a map with directions then plainly getting back to his torture. I really just wanted to chill with the family but I guess my obligations came first. Plus my parents didn't know when I was coming.

"Bajee how do you expect me to get back on the trail?" I asked before Bajee could continue his violence.

"The two guys who brought you here will be come with you to Argonia. There's another caravan coming by soon. They'll be expecting for you to be out on the road.

"Whatever you say boss. Hey you heard em we got a caravan to catch." I yelled out to the two goons who would be accompanying me. Damn I really wish I'd ask Bajee to borrow one of the daughters. They were about my age and I needed some pleasure. As soon as that thought crossed my head Curio was seen crawling up Jassik's back causing him and the girl both to scream and shout before the baby chaurus went as fast as I had even seen him go running out with me and my goons chittering and chattering the whole way to the edge of the road. The gangsters and I laughed along with him; maybe this wasn't such a bad start.

STELM: Short I know but hate it or despise it. Now Jet will have a little bit of criminal work to do while he's staying at both his parent's country and his own race's. Oh and I forgot that the name from the Old Province comes from Mafia II's first chapter the Old Country. Since there aren't countries in Tamriel I used Province. The Bajee torture line comes from the Sleeping Dogs trailer.

After this chapter Jarod will become a separate part of this story. He will have his part and Z will have his hope you like him. Shade might make her own cameo next chapter. Rape has finally reared its ugly head; it is something that happens in life so everything after this will fit the M rating accordingly.

So without further adoo I'll try an ending catchphrase. Tell me if you like it.

Life's a cute bitch full of estrogen and when she gives you Lem0ns thr0w them at pedestrians! (too long?)