Elder Scrolls One Shots

Magic

Koori

I scoffed, kicking my feet up on the table. "I'll bet this." I spoke, tossing my ebony ring onto the table.

"You're fuckin' crazy, Breton." Elphiron chuckled. I shrugged.

"Your bet, Marc'." I spoke, nudging my companion.

"I'm not playing, Koori." He growled, pushing my hand away. I scoffed.

"Cheater." Ma'Rashirr hissed, his ears lowering.

"We're thieves, Ma'Ra, cheating is in our blood." I chuckled, grinning. The Khajiit only frowned.

"Tell us, Koori, how's the adventuring been?" Elphiron asked, glancing down at her hand of cards.

"Quite well, if you consider a Dragon singing your entire bag of supplies well." Marcurio spoke sarcastically.

"It was an accident. Marc and I were asleep and had left our supplies out. Needless to say if it hadn't been for Marc's quick spellcasting we'd have been just as charred as our food." I spoke.

"What happened?" Ma'Rashirr asked.

"We were camping out in the plains of Whiterun. Elder dragon decided to attack around dawn. Its noise woke us up, but it was on us before we had a chance to really gather anything up. It was a miracle Marc even managed to cast his ward spell so quick." I explained.

"It's a miracle you haven't died yet, Koori." Marcurio scoffed. "But of course, I'm the one responsible for that." He spoke arrogantly.

I frowned. "You're a real ass, y'know?" I spoke. He only smiled wide at me.

"Dammit! That was Ma'Rashirr's lucky moonstone earring!" Ma'Rashirr hissed, pouting as I, once again, won another round of Spades. We were all off duty today. Well, Ma'Rashirr and Elphiron are. I don't operate in Riften, the Guild Master is threatened by me because he knows I'm the one who earned that title but gave it up. Brynjolf didn't want it, so it was given to the arrogant Altmer who wasn't even supposed to be in the guild.

"Koori, you're cheating. I'm sitting here watching you." Marcurio spoke, frowning. "And you ask why I don't play." He mumbled.

"Kolost hein sahkren(Hold your tongue.)." I snapped.

"What?" Elphiron and Ma'Rashirr asked in unison.

"Nothing." I spoke. "Geh, in(Yes, master.)." Marcurio spoke sarcastically, smirking at me.

"Hei mindok fos saag tol dreh wah zey(You know what saying that does to me.)." I purred, grinning at him. He smirked.

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Marcurio and I left around noon, hoping to make it to Winterhold in a couple days, if we hurried on horseback. Sadly we didn't take into account the creatures along the road, plus the fact that every time we dismounted I'd have to call Arvaak back into this world. So now here we are around midnight just outside of Kynesgrove.

"I don't like it out here. Why can't we stay at the inn?" Marcurio complained.

"Because. It's better out here. The fresh air is good for us, and can't you smell the Dragon's Tongue?" I spoke.

He frowned. "It's cold." He spoke.

"We're by the hot springs, Marc'. Don't complain about the cold, strip and get wet." I spoke, grinning.