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[Stargazey]

Stellius sat at his desk, shuffling papers. It was dark outside, but that didn’t bother him. Night was when he thrived; all the idiots had gone home, leaving only Stellius and his quill pen. His tiny corner office was lit only by a few candles and one large, shining, silver candlestick, a family heirloom. In case of any intruder, Stellius kept a shortsword in his desk and some potions in his cloak. Stellius was writing a declaration for the arrest and public execution of an infamous criminal, Rolten Detar, better known as “Rotten Rolten the Dunmer”. He had been a petty criminal, dabbling in various robberies, smuggling and hate crimes against Imperials, but had recently been rumored to have been involved in a number of brutal murders, all around Vvardenfell.


As Stellius scratched out the last line, he heard a noise. Stellius had worked at night for many years, but for some reason, this noise sent a chill straight up his spine, giving him Goosebumps. If the intruder was in the room, Stellius did not want to alarm him, thus sending him into frenzy. Instead, he sat very calmly and reached into his desk, pulling out the sword. Before Stellius could draw his sword, four crossbow bolts pierced his chest, arm and leg. He fell forward onto his desk, smudging the declaration.

[Stargazey]

Salion and his team had assembled in the shack and armed themselves. Salion was passing out rings with heavy enchantments of Chameleon. “We will be quick, quiet and accurate. The mark and the witnesses, then we teleport out. Any questions?” None of his team opened their mouths; they simply steeled their resolve and put on their helmets. They cast the spells, and then exited the cabin. The crowd around the ship had slowly gotten bigger, with reporters from The Daily Vivec and Balmora Weekly interviewing Legion Officers. The five dunmer crept forward, their swords sheathed. Salion had paid an Argonian drunk to make an boat out of himself, causing a distraction. They crept forward, and then, if completely in sync with Salion’s brainwaves, the Argonian burst out of his shack a crossbow held loosely in his hand. He screamed something then shot some bolts into the air. He fired some more, bouncing off the back of a Legion Officer. As the Officer gave chase, the Argonian ran, and Salion and his men crept forward.


Leitiaus descended the stairs, his hands raised, his body bare of armor and weapons. Looking around the room, Leitiaus saw the effects of drugs and paranoia on his captors faces. Rufinius’s eyes were bloodshot, and looked glazed over. Stilious was shaking and his eyes were darting back and forth frantically. “So, come to you rescue your friend, Commander?” Leitiaus nodded and said “Release him, take me. I’m a more valuable bargaining chip.”

Rufinius nodded and said “Or, I could take you both.” Not giving Leitiaus a moment to react, Rufinius fired a crossbow bolt into his stomach. Leitiaus crumpled to the ground, bleeding profusely. Rufinius got up and cast a healing spell on him. He cast a sleep spell, and then dragged the body over to his bench. Stilious jaw was hanging open, in shock. “They are going to kill us, Rufinius!! Two officers, both injured and being held hostage. They will kill us.” Rufinius ignored this, but readied his crossbow again. “Let them come.” Was all he said.