The Tales of Two Fangs

The Infiltration

"Lady Serana, regarding the reconstruction of the courtyard I was wondering if you'd like the garden to be remodelled or simply cleaned up?"

"Just a clean up will be fine Garan, the courtyard wouldn't have enough room for an extension of my own design."

"HEY! STOP YOU CAN'T BE HERE!"

All heads within the main hall suddenly turned towards the main door. The guards' outburst coupled with the fresh scent of a mortal caused many of the vampires to draw their weapons and ready their spells.

"SERANA!" That voice, Serana knew and despised the owner of it.

"Delphine? What in Oblivion are you doing here? Do you have any idea..."

"The Thalmor... They've got the Dragonborn." The breton woman hunched over taking deep breaths.

Serana felt her eyes grow wide, impossible. No one can touch the Dragonborn, not even the Dominion. At least, that's what she believed.

"WHAT?" How?" Her eyes began to glow a furious red, her fangs on full display. The growl in her voice sent the newest vampires of the castle running.

Delphine held up her hand asking for a moment to catch her breath, it was obvious she ran here as if a dragon was chasing her. The ages old vampire waited with difficulty, her foot tapping against the cobblestone flooring.

"She was sent to rescue someone from Whiterun who was believed and proven to be captured by the Thalmor. He was being kept prisoner in the fort just across from the castle at the docks, she foolishly ran in alone and was quickly overwhelmed. From what I know they've moved her from the fort to a more protected prison. I don't know where."

Of course the dragonborn would run headfirst into a fort filled with Thalmor soldiers, just because she can shout like a dragon doesn't mean she is as tough as one. The nord began pacing fully aware all eyes were on her. How in the name of the eight divines was she going to save the hero?

"Please, You're the only person I could think of that could get to her." Delphine pleaded, despite how much neither woman got along they needed to work together to save the dragonborn.

"Ok. How do we get information on where they'll be keeping her?" With a single hand gesture, the most trusted members of the court and Delphine followed the powerful vampire to a private room where they would begin strategizing.

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Amber eyes blearily opened and struggled to see through the darkness. A pounding on the back of her head was the first thing she felt, then the pain was all over her body in an instant. She tried to move but found herself unable, both arms elevated above her and chained to the wall. Stripped of her armor and weapons, she was dressed in a pair of torn pants and tunic.

She groaned out when a torch was lit suddenly, having to adjust to the blinding light she saw the cell she was in clearly now. She made to open her mouth and speak but was unable, she was gagged, much like Ulfric had been on the way to Helgen. Fear settled in the pit of her stomach.

The cell door opened with a metallic creak and as footsteps grew closer, she forced her head up to see her captor.

"So, you're the mighty dragonborn? Not very mighty are you, given how easily you were subdued. Such a shame, a true Altmer with such power should be able to hold their own in battle. But no matter, once we've gotten the information we need from you, The Aldmeri Dominion will be unstoppable, you'll serve your people dutifully."

Narysa starred in muted horror as the Altmer woman grinned wickedly at her before standing aside and letting a sinister man into the cell. She could barely make a sound as his gauntleted hand came into hard contact with her cheek, breaking the bone and opening her skin. She couldn't tell if it was a tear or blood that dripped down her face. Probably both.