WG- Another Shadow Over Hackdirt Options

[Elisabeth Hollow]

I apologize for clogging the free-roaming Wobbly Goblet thread with our mission, as neither of us thought about making another thread(Until I did this morning.)

Once we get a hold of an Admin, we'll see abut putting the rest of the mission here. Until then our Hackdirt posts will be kept here.

[Darkness Eternal]

Draken stood there as Kayla started to wake, still under the mind-altering effects of his spell. The group of bug-eyed men dragged her from the bed with rough hands, and one of them secured her sheathed weapon.

"Not Dawnbreaker," mumbled the dazed altmer. "I need that."

Dawnbreaker? He hasn’t heard the name of that weapon in ages. It appears in old notes and forgotton books and in Tamrielic legend along with the Mace of Molag Bal and other artifacts. He’d personally had his hands on one of these fabled weapons centuries ago during the days of Cameron the Usurper.

Draken looked at Kayla not with the lustful eyes of a predator but the heavy gaze of an enemy. Anything connected to Meridia was dangerous, for he is the Daedric Prince of Infinite Energies and the bane of the undead. As far as Draken was concerned his very existence was enough to spite the prince. A weapon like this was not easy to come by and it took Draken considerable effort to discern if this was the actual blade or some farce. As the blade glowed with unearthly light, he was inclined to agree that it was legit.

Of all people he had to find one who held this weapon in her hands. He knew she was a killer, but one of such magnitude? It’d be best to kill her now as she’s dazed, and somehow send that blade to the depths of oblivion where it belongs. But he couldn’t help but think as he was escorted along her dragging body that if he enforced his will against a possible servant of Meridia . . . her wrath would be set upon his shoulders. He couldn’t afford to spite a Daedric Prince now, not when so much was at stake. That’s not to say that he didn’t already do so by attempting to drain this woman of a few precious pints.

Draken walked with his head bowed, hands grasped tightly and yanked to the small of his back. Wrist irons snapped and clamped around his wrists, securing his arms behind him. All of these men looked at him with an equal measure of curiosity and hatred.

He finally came down the stairs where the bald proprietor was nowhere to be seen. They then led him into a trapdoor on the side of the inn and shoved him down a hole where he landed into a cavernous floor. Dust lifted from the impact and Draken groaned and was hauled to his feet by men already waiting below.

“Keep walking,” said a male voice.

Because he wasn’t facing the man, Draken could not see the speaker. He obeyed and kept his head down, but with a rueful expression hot upon his countenance.

“Now turn here,” the gruff voice commanded. “Slowly.”

Draken passed through a doorway and entered a low-ceilinged corridor. He looked about him, collecting the surroundings and writing them away in the journal of his mind.

“Keep moving,” threatened the voice from behind. At the end of the corridor, a barred door was built into the cavern wall and Draken was urged to step through the open passage and into a makeshift cell. As soon as he entered, the door closed shut and locked him inside. Kayla was placed on the cell opposite of him and was awake until her mind collapsed once more.

Draken remained erect with hands locked behind his back as he studied the faces of his captors. The man that guided him into his cell was no older than fourty-seven, he had dark circles under his eyes as if he’d hadn’t slept in months. There was a foulness of ale coming from his breathing and his face was full of soot and grime and hair that hadn’t been shaved in weeks. His hair was short and tousled but otherwise wild and unclean.

He looked at Draken with fiery hatreds, and then his expression turned in what appeared to be obvious recognition. His mouth hung open slowly, and his eyes searched Draken’s face and body. He wasn’t so demanding now. He swallowed, backed away and retreated into the darkness.

What that might have been about, Draken wondered. And how might this almost splendid night unfold?