Several days later...

Krog Gro-Garak slowly woke up. He couldn't move. What had happened? Where was he? More importantly, where was his great sword?

"Ah, you're awake." A voice said. Krog's eyes shot open! It was the female wood elf he saw stalking him from several days ago! He then saw why he couldn't move: He was cuffed to a table suspended by chains!

"Where am I?!" Krog roared. "Release me this instant, Bosmer!"

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that yet." The Wood elf said. "You're still recovering from my blood alchemy experiment. The name's Gilidiir, by the way."

Krog's hands balled into fists. "What experiment?!"

"Experiment, Indeed. You see, I have a Dragonborn in one of the other rooms here in this cave, thanks to my employer, Golamus. I have plenty of samples of his blood as well for my alchemy experiments. You see, the brotherhood wants 'dragon soldiers', soldiers with the blood of the Dragonborn, soldiers whom can use their abilities. That's where you come in to help me."

"I will never help you, you sick bitch!" Krog jerked his hands against his restraints, causing the table to rock.

"Oh, but you already have." Gilidiir elf smiled.

"And how is that?" Krog bared his teeth.

The wood elf then walked up casually, a smirk on his face. "You have helped, because I've already infused the Dragonborn's blood within you. You are now part Dragonborn. The blood now flows through your veins, and into your heart. Now all we have to do is sit and wait. Then we will see if my theories are true…"

Krog let out a howl of rage, struggling against his restrains in a berserk fury.

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Meanwhile...

Kalur caught his breath, something he had rare opportunities to do the past couple of days. He could tell Esdruf was frustrated.

"Damn you, Argonian!" He shouted firing off lightning bolts from his hands, Kalur letting out yells of pain. "Why... Won't... You... BREAK?!" Frustrated, magicka strained, and at wit's end, Esdruf walked off. "Why won't the damn lizard break?" He kept asking himself.

The answer was simple: Kalur refused to break, his will was his own. He would not let anyone take that away from him, especially not a scuz-laiden imperial slaver with anger issues. He caught his breath once more. He felt like he was dying, he was in such agony. He knew he had lost blood. How long he had been here, in this dark cave, he did not know. He had lost count of time. But one thing kept him going; Freedom. That was all he needed to keep going. Right now, he was biding his time, as the ropes around his wrists weren't as tight as they were several days ago.

Soon, he would escape. And this time, he was not going to let anything stop him, or anyone.

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Krog Gro-Garak had calmed down a bit, or at least that's how he appeared. He knew Elves could be devious, but so could Orcs if they wanted to. Right now, he had used a slight hint of what he knew of destruction magic on his cuffs to weaken them. Soon, he would be free, and would not only have his vengeance on those whom had put this mad... curse on him, especially against the Gilidiir .

He heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He was still.

"Calmed down a bit?" Gilidiir asked.

"Yes..." Krog said. "Not only that, but I feel I must apologize to you. I am thankful, and I... Like this feeling, the feeling of the dragon blood flowing through me. It gives me a sense of power... of might."

These words surprised Gilidiir. "Really? Then you're adapting well to this! I am overjoyed! Soon we will be able to see if you can shout thu'ums! Oh, this is wondrous! Others we have tried blood alchemy with end up dying from bad reactions, but this... Oh this bring me great joy and hope, as it is great progress for the brotherhood!"

"Indeed." Krog agreed, his voice becoming buttery smooth. "You know... Orcs are not only known for their strength and stamina, but also for their... ravishing sexual appetites." His face turned from calmness to a lusty grin, as he flexed his muscles in his bindings, revealing the curvatures and fine shape of his body underneath his fur garments. "Why don't you let your new creation out of his cage? Study him, in action?"

Clearly Gilidiir wasn't expecting this reaction, as her breathing increased hauntingly. "I.. I understand you're need to… be free to... do... things, but please don't condescend, Krog Gro-Garak. Just... try to be patient."

With that, she hastily walked off, leaving the room empty. Just what Gro-Garak was waiting for. As soon as her footsteps were out of earshot, He pulled hard against his restraints with all his might. Thanks to the destruction spell earlier combined with his brute strength, they tore easily of the table. He noticed his weapon and gear near the doorway. He put on his iron armor, and picked up his great sword.

Now was the time for revenge.

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Meanwhile...

Kalur was alone, in darkness, working on his restraints. He had found a jagged edge on the post he was tied to, and was slowly rubbing the rope against it. Soon, he felt it give, and his hands were free. He then quickly untied his feet, and looked around for his magician tunic. It was nowhere in sight. He saw some barrels near him. He carefully lifted up the lids, searching for his gear. He found a dagger, and strapped it around his waist. He continued to look for his gear.

That's when a hand grabbed his shoulder, and sent a numbing sensation through him.

"Escaping will not be tolerated!" Esdruf roared, throwing him back. Kalur's head smacked right against the cave wall.

"I don't know why you will not break, but I don't care anymore!" Esdruf snapped, charging lightning sparks in his hands. "Your time, and chance, has run out, Lizard!"

That's when a beastly figure ran up and bore a sword through Esdruf's chest. His face expressed shock as he saw the blood trickle off of the blade, the sparks in his hands dying out. There was a silence as the figure pulled the sword out of Esdruf.

As Esdruf fell to the floor, there stood a massively built Orc, dressed in iron plates with a fur loincloth, with leather harnesses holding together various pieces of fur and leather garments of armor around his chest and one of his arms.

Kalur's head was swimming from the impact from the wall; he could barely make out the details of the Orc. Finally, he couldn't hold himself up, and succumbed to unconsciousness once more.

The last thing he saw was the Orc slinging him over one of his shoulders...