Vengeance - An Elder Scrolls Fanfiction (Currently Under Rewrite)

Chapter 7 - Two Months Of Oblivion

Hours later I was woken in my sleep, 3 people, one being the woman gathered the small room. I kept still, acting as if I was still sleeping.

"Well what in oblivion did it then?!" Shakily came from a man, clearly panicked

"Well it aint no damned wisp!" Another man yelled "They're fairytales for The Gods sakes! We tell our children so they don't leave the house!"

The panicked man continued "B-But Askar! They aren't fairytales! I saw it, that goop over his chest...I-It was wisp's dust I tell you!"

Askar spoke "I said there aint no damned wisps Jorn!"

His voice filled further with fear and panick, Jorn said slowly "W-What's that...." His hand moved, pointing out to what I assumed was the window

"By the gods.....I-It's a wisp...." Askar said slowly. 

The door opened, Askar yelling down to other bandits "It's a wisp! Draw your weapons! Prepare to leave at dawn!"

We never left, three wispmother's had encirled the towers, anyone getting further then a certain point and we were dead.

Two months had past, no supplies, blunt weapons, and we couldn't leave. I was let out from my chains, truly becoming friends with the 7 of us that remained. The sun never showed, constantly dark and rainy, some sort of wispmother magic.

Something was different this morning, it was darker, colder, the lightning constantly hit our tower. We sat inside, whispering amongs the rest of us. 2 of them considered charging the wisps, it was suicide.

Silence fell among us, supplies was non-existant, we had to make our escape now or else we would starve to dtarve to death before anything else. We marched upstairs, grabbing gold, potions and our blunt weapons.

We marched down the steps when it happened. A large crash through the tower, a roar, and a tumbling.