The bandit hid in fear behind the Jarl's chair. All of the other bandits that had been on duty that night were all dead. Killed by a man in Nordic armor, the armor that only a true Nord could wear.
The bandit's heart was beating fast. He didn't want to die like this. He slowly looked over the chair. Suddenly he was grabbed from behind. It was him, the vigilante. He was turned around and he was pulled right into his face.
"Where is your leader?" the vigilante yelled in a very angry tone, as if he wanted to kill him on the spot.
"I don't know," cried the bandit, "just please don't hurt me!"
The vigilante wrapped his hand around the bandit's neck and began slowly closing it. The bandit began gasping for air. As he felt his last breath, the vigilante let him go. The bandit fell on the ground and almost blacked out.
"Listen here, milk drinker," began the angry vigilante, "you tell all your little bandit friends about me. You tell them that I am your worst nightmare. And make sure you tell your leader too. You tell him and all your bandit friends that I think you're all milk drinkers." He smirked and began to walk away.
The bandit looked at the quicksilver armor. "Wh-who are you?"
The vigilante turned around and pulled out a card. He dropped it and jumped out the window onto the streets of Whiterun.
On the card was a picture of a Nord. A Nord of Spades.
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The Elder Scrolls: Nord of Spades
ActionWhiterun and her people have been taken hostage by the bandit gang of the Skeever. With the guards and the jarl taken hostage, and the empire not seeing this as a big enough threat to intervene in, there remains one last hope. The Nord of Spades, a...
