The dramora were dead, blood covered my sword, rivers of blood fell from my mouth. "Smart. Using bows. Silent but deadly. But not deadly enough." My words turned into laughter. The bows were specally made in the fires of Coldharbour. Their arrows were the normal deadric but with the extra bow power they packed a punch. I decided to take the bow for myself, along with some arrows.
Reubre looked out into the distance, the imperial city was close. But we couldn't go in the way we were dressed. We found two hooded cloaks "this will do!" Reubre said, rapping the cloak around her shoulders we kept our weapons hidden from sight, until we got into the city. We allowed ourselves to be captured, the cuffs restricted our hand movement. We had done it. We had breached the impearal city.
The guards stopped us. "Which one of you is Paarthanax Rosjate!" No one answered. I stepped out. "Paarthanax is out, you son of a milk drinker" I kicked the guard in the face, and I am sure I knocked out some of his teeth. The restraints broke with ease. I drew my sword, charging into the crowd. I swung my sword left and right, cutting down the dramoras were they stood. I took a bite out of one of their necks, the dark ooze slowly making the creature choke on its own blood.
The other died quick but with no mercy. Reubre used a spell to tare out their intestines while I stayed with hand to hand combat. The guards fell to their knees, begging for mercy. "You work for Molag Bal. You shall get no mercy." My voice scared them to the core.
We had done it. We had infiltrated the imperial city. Now it was time to kill Molag Bal.
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Skyrim: Revenge
FanfictionPaarthanax is dead (once again. I swear to god this is the 8th time) but reubre had a solution to bring him back to life, even though it ment a life of torment. Paarthanax has become a vampire
