Post by simonstormcloak on Jun 23, 2012 22:01:14 GMT -5
Thalmor Embassy, 31st Frostfall, 4E201
Helvir ducked as a shock spell hit the wall above him. He jumped forward and broke the mage's neck. He picked up his sword and ran forward. He still wasn't quite used to the Steel Imperial sword. It was sharper, but shorter and heavier than his preferred Iron Longsword. But the sharp edge did come in handy. His Iron sword probably wasn't enough to get through the Gilded Elven Armor that the Thalmor had. That's one room clear, about... three to go. Helvir ran out to catch up with the Legate Fasendil at the entrance.
"Legate," He panted. "The room's clear. No sign of Elenwen."
"Damn." Fasendil said. "Let's move on. She's here somewhere. Shke has no other place to escape to."
Elenwen was the High Elven Thalmor Ambassador for Skyrim, sent by the Aldmeri Dominion to keep the peace.
"Alright. Let's go on to the next room. Helvir, get Julius and Draconius."
"Yessir."
Helvir went into a cleared room, where Draco and Brutus were doing a double check, just to make sure.
"Oh, hi Helvir." said Julius as Helvir walked in.
"The next room's clear, just so you know. Anything in here?"
"Yeah. There were a few hiding out. We killed 'em.
"Good. The Legate needs us to regroup and move on to the next room."
"Sure thing, just give us a moment."
Brutus walked over to a closet.
"Must've forgotten to check here..."
An Aldmeri Assassin jumped out of the closet and stabbed Julius in the chest.
"SHIT!" Draco yelled.
He grabbed the Assassin and threw him into a wall.
"You stupid elf... You'll pay for this!"
Draco brutally beat the elf until there was blood coming from his eyes.
"That'll teach you not to kill my friends!"
He plunged a dagger into the Assassin's neck.
Helvir was attending to Julius, who was bleeding out.
"Oh gods, Julius..."
He stood up.
"I'm sorry Draco... He's gone."
Draco wiped away a few tears.
"Not a surprise. I've had a lot of friends killed."
"It's alright, Draco. Come on, the Legate's expecting us."
The two ran out of the building and into the next, where some of Fasendil's soldiers were clearing out the first room. Fasendil came out of the second room, covered in blood.
"I think- I think I saw Elenwen. She's... In the next building. The- The Solar. But there's mages. They almost killed me. So, unless you absolutely hate magic... come on!"
They fought their way through the building, until they reached the last room. In there was Elenwen, in full Malachite Glass armor, surrounded by about four mages and ten warriors, all dressed in Gilded Elven Armor.
"Well," Elenwen said. "It seems that you were lucky enough to fight your way here." The Aldmeri warriors drew their swords, the mages readying spells. "It's a shame that you had to start this attack, but certainly not a shame that we have to kill you. In fact, I'm going to quite enjoy this."
Fasendil came running into the room. Nobody noticed his short absence.
"General Stormcloak is here." He informed everyone.
Ulfric Stormcloak came into the room, dressed head to toe in Steel Nordic Armor. His helmet was pure steel with two long horns.
"Elenwen. Nice to see you again."
"Ulfric. Didn't expect you to live this long. I guess I underestimated the power of the legion."
"Even more powerful with Stormcloaks in it.
"I think not. Your 'Legion' didn't do too well in the last war."
"That was then. This is now."
"Then I guess you still believe in this silly 'Talos'."
"The whole reason of this."
"Well, I'll have you know it's impossible for Talos to ascend to godhood. There are only Eight gods."
"Don't you mean seven?"
"Huh?"
"Arkay was a man before becoming a god."
"Well, I guess I never really took that into account..."
"Talos is mighty!" Yelled one of the Legionnaries.
All the Imperial Soldiers charged. Helvir cut several Thalmor down before coming face to face with a warrior.
"Come at me, Nord." He sneered. "You know mer are superior to men."
"In your Low Elven Dreams!"
Helvir charged. He swept upward, missed, then slashed the elf in the shin.
"FUCK!" Swore the elf. He landed on his face.
Helvir dug his sword into the elf's back. The Elf was screaming in pain, but Helvir had moved on, so he couldn't hear him.
Helvir ducked as a shock spell hit the wall above him. He jumped forward and broke the mage's neck. He picked up his sword and ran forward. He still wasn't quite used to the Steel Imperial sword. It was sharper, but shorter and heavier than his preferred Iron Longsword. But the sharp edge did come in handy. His Iron sword probably wasn't enough to get through the Gilded Elven Armor that the Thalmor had. That's one room clear, about... three to go. Helvir ran out to catch up with the Legate Fasendil at the entrance.
"Legate," He panted. "The room's clear. No sign of Elenwen."
"Damn." Fasendil said. "Let's move on. She's here somewhere. Shke has no other place to escape to."
Elenwen was the High Elven Thalmor Ambassador for Skyrim, sent by the Aldmeri Dominion to keep the peace.
"Alright. Let's go on to the next room. Helvir, get Julius and Draconius."
"Yessir."
Helvir went into a cleared room, where Draco and Brutus were doing a double check, just to make sure.
"Oh, hi Helvir." said Julius as Helvir walked in.
"The next room's clear, just so you know. Anything in here?"
"Yeah. There were a few hiding out. We killed 'em.
"Good. The Legate needs us to regroup and move on to the next room."
"Sure thing, just give us a moment."
Brutus walked over to a closet.
"Must've forgotten to check here..."
An Aldmeri Assassin jumped out of the closet and stabbed Julius in the chest.
"SHIT!" Draco yelled.
He grabbed the Assassin and threw him into a wall.
"You stupid elf... You'll pay for this!"
Draco brutally beat the elf until there was blood coming from his eyes.
"That'll teach you not to kill my friends!"
He plunged a dagger into the Assassin's neck.
Helvir was attending to Julius, who was bleeding out.
"Oh gods, Julius..."
He stood up.
"I'm sorry Draco... He's gone."
Draco wiped away a few tears.
"Not a surprise. I've had a lot of friends killed."
"It's alright, Draco. Come on, the Legate's expecting us."
The two ran out of the building and into the next, where some of Fasendil's soldiers were clearing out the first room. Fasendil came out of the second room, covered in blood.
"I think- I think I saw Elenwen. She's... In the next building. The- The Solar. But there's mages. They almost killed me. So, unless you absolutely hate magic... come on!"
They fought their way through the building, until they reached the last room. In there was Elenwen, in full Malachite Glass armor, surrounded by about four mages and ten warriors, all dressed in Gilded Elven Armor.
"Well," Elenwen said. "It seems that you were lucky enough to fight your way here." The Aldmeri warriors drew their swords, the mages readying spells. "It's a shame that you had to start this attack, but certainly not a shame that we have to kill you. In fact, I'm going to quite enjoy this."
Fasendil came running into the room. Nobody noticed his short absence.
"General Stormcloak is here." He informed everyone.
Ulfric Stormcloak came into the room, dressed head to toe in Steel Nordic Armor. His helmet was pure steel with two long horns.
"Elenwen. Nice to see you again."
"Ulfric. Didn't expect you to live this long. I guess I underestimated the power of the legion."
"Even more powerful with Stormcloaks in it.
"I think not. Your 'Legion' didn't do too well in the last war."
"That was then. This is now."
"Then I guess you still believe in this silly 'Talos'."
"The whole reason of this."
"Well, I'll have you know it's impossible for Talos to ascend to godhood. There are only Eight gods."
"Don't you mean seven?"
"Huh?"
"Arkay was a man before becoming a god."
"Well, I guess I never really took that into account..."
"Talos is mighty!" Yelled one of the Legionnaries.
All the Imperial Soldiers charged. Helvir cut several Thalmor down before coming face to face with a warrior.
"Come at me, Nord." He sneered. "You know mer are superior to men."
"In your Low Elven Dreams!"
Helvir charged. He swept upward, missed, then slashed the elf in the shin.
"FUCK!" Swore the elf. He landed on his face.
Helvir dug his sword into the elf's back. The Elf was screaming in pain, but Helvir had moved on, so he couldn't hear him.