QUOTE(mplantinga @ Sep 28 2005, 03:27 PM)
An interesting twist, to have Nerevar be a "thug." I wonder how that will play out. I'm sure you've satisfied many people's manic need to kill Fargoth; why does everyone insist on picking on poor Fargoth? I look forward to seeing how you attempt to free the slaves. An excellent addition; please keep writing.
I shall, If i have time to copy them you might get two blocks of story today.
Chapter 10
People were crowded around the platform, so it was no trouble for me to sneak underneath it. The slaves were bound to the edge of the platform, backs to me, waiting to be sold. Most of the guards were above, keeping an eye on the unbound prisoners, the only one down here was not more than a boy; a young Redguard in mismatched armor and a battered sword. If I was extremely lucky, I might actually pull this off.
I krept behind the Imperials at the far end of the line. Quietly I said to them, "Quit now, Don't turn. I'm a friend and I'll get you out of here soon."
To their credit, they hardly moved; so little that I thought that perhaps I had not spoken loudly enough, and repeated myself. With an impatient hiss, one of the imperials told me to get on with it. The ropes they had used were old, and a single sash with the tip of mysaword was all that was required to get them off. When the Imperials were all free, I moved on to the Khajiit and Argonians. Although I went faster than was prudent, I was not fast enough for three of them, which were brought up to the top before I could free them.
I moved back down the line, whispering instructions. Above me, I could hear the bidding slow on the third slave. Quickly, I drew my crossbow, fitted a bolt, then fired.
My aim was true, the bolt went cleanly through the redguard's swordarm, rendering him useless, his sword falling out of his grasp. As one, the slaves rose up and broke west, twords the edge of the canton.
One of the Imperials, the oldest one, picked up the redguard's sword. Together, we fended off the remaining slavers, incapacitating them, at which point we sprinted to catch up.
We met more resistance in the form of five of the guards in blue armor. The Imperials, with a ferocity that almost, but not quite, took me completely off guard, attacked them unarmed. Even more surprising, after about thirty seconds we had seven men including myself armed in some way.
The imperials reached the edge of the canton first, leaping off the edge. The rest of the slaves followed. With a mental shrug, for I had no idea where they were going, I followed them in. I caught up with the impeial who seemed in charge and asked him where we were going. "To Ebonhart," He replied, "final holdout of the Legion in Morrowind."
This post has been edited by stargate525: Sep 28 2005, 11:02 PM
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