Ahnaressu's Travels Ch. 5 Options

[Dantrag]

Here's Chapter 5.
Here's Chapters 1-4.
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Ahnaressu sat in his room massaging his stiff arms. The paralyzation spell Aengoth put on him left him numb everywhere. Aengoth watched Ahnaressu with an obviously worried face.
"What happened in there?" he asked the boy.
"I...I don't know." Ahnaressu replied. "I lost control."
Aengoth looked hard at him and said, "Just dont let it happened again or you could find yourself dead on the streets."
Ahnaressu scoffed. "I could have easily slain the man."
Aengoth shouted back at him, "Do you know who that man was? He is a powerful Fighter's Guild member! Even if you killed him, he has many friends, which means you would have many enemies."

Aengoth handed Relgar to Ahnaressu and walked out the door, leaving the boy to his thoughts. Ahnaressu mulled over Aengoth's words. he was right, Ahnaresu knew, but he had no idea what happened. He had no control whatsoever over his actions. He realized that he had made at least one enemy, annd that Aengoth had saved him from himself mostly. =The young boy decided that he had no business in this town. He belonged in the wild where everyone was almost family. He picked up his brother, packed up the things he would need, and went on his way.

He was about to walk out of Ald'ruhn's gate, but decided to thank and say good-bye to "The Jeweler". He walked into The Rat in the Pot and went down the stairs where Aengoth was usually found. What he found instead was the same breton he had fought a few hours earlier, and his friends, which included an large imperial and a Nord. He set his pack and his brother down, and politely asked the men, "Do you need something?" The only answer he got was the swing of a steel mace. Ahnaressu knew he had no chance, he knew that if he was killed or maimed, that his brother would also be. These men were no longer drunk, for they struck at Ahnaressu with precision. The imperial's mace would crush bone, and Ahnaressu dodged it rather than blocking it. Ahnaressu's shortsword and dagger found their way into his hands, and they worked furiously to fend off attacks. His arms were tiring, but his willpower was not.

The breton was using a weapon other than his fist this time, His enchanted steel saber was hitting Ahnaressu relentlessly. The fire enchantment on the blade was more than the boy could handle. If he blocked the nasty, burning blade, then he only got a smack from the Nord's nasty club. Ahnaressu's leg was struck by the club, and the blade nicked his arm yet again. His leg collapsed and he was down on one knee. He tried to fight on, but he had no chance of blocking any of the weapons. He got up, limped away from his attackers engouh to grab a potion out of his dropped bag. He felt his leg healing itself, and stood as if to kill his opponents. Instead, he grabbed his pack and his brother as fast as he could and ran. He got out of the bar, and continued to run into the wilderness, away from civilization and his followers, but he did not run as far away from his attackers as he would have liked.

Alkorahn was tiring. His brain knew it and his legs knew it. He would be outrun. He stopped, drew out his dagger, and waited for the oncoming attack. The large dunmer pulled his claymore over his head, and ran towards the ashlander. Alkorahn dodged the powerful swing and quickly realized that one hit would kill him. Alkorahn used quick reflexes against the slow but powerful blade. He went inside the claymore's reach, made a quick stab at the large dark elf, and quickly got outside of its reach again. While it was an effective strategy, it would take a long time to fell the large dunmer.

Valnor took his time in timing a hit. This ashlander was quick, but Valnor knew he could take at least three times the hits as this skinny ashlander. He winced as his side was nicked, but it was only minor. He had about four similar hits, but they were nothing. Valnor was used to pain, and a hard fight made victory all the sweeter for him.

Nyph and the rest of Valnor's small party finally caught up to the fight between the ashlander and Valnor. They were only there for about ten seconds before the ashlander's neck exploded with blood, and his body was crumpled on the ground at least five feet away from his head.

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Sorry it took so long to post another section...a little busy, and it passes the time when I don't feel like doing actual writing.
*fixed some dialogue....the way it was all thrown in the same paragraph was a little confusing, so I fixed it.* ---Enjoy!

[Dantrag]

Ahnaressu sat down about a mile outside Ald'ruhn's gates. He set up a small camp for the night. He stared at the fire, reflecting on everything that had happened. He thought mostly of his dreams, and that murderous dark elf he always saw. Was this dunmer only his imagination or was he real? As he asked himself these questions, he only came up with more questions, never more answers. He knew he could never live in "civilization," it was not where he belonged. He would be a wanderer for years, possibly his entire life. So be it. he thought, and went to sleep.

He woke up startled. He was being covered in dirt, and his brother was crying. Cursing his own stupidity in sleeping in the ashlands without a proper shelter, he picked up his luggage and brother, and trudged along. The wind was in his eyes, and the going was slow against the raging wind, but he continued knowing he needed shelter soon. He glanced back and saw three silhouettes behind the curtain of dirt and ash. Ahnaressu knew it was the men from the bar fight. He was not looking for shelter anymore, but an area that was more to his liking than to his enemies'.

The young dark elf found both. It was a cave. He opened the aged, beated door and walked inside. It was obvious that someone used to live here but had left long ago. He searched the cave, and found a small pond, probably fed by an underground stream, he noticed. He put his brother down in a safe place, because he was expecting a fight very soon. He did what small repairs to his weapons that his talents would allow, and began making small traps along the caves' passageways. As he was setting the last of the three trip-wires, he noticed a loose rock column on the side of the tunnel. His crafty mind began formulating a much more devastating trap than trip-wires. He used a rather large rock he found and beat the column at its base, so that it would fall over more easily. He unhooked one of his trip wires, and tied it to the rock. When he took the wire across the corridor, he tied it to a stalagmite, and prayed to the ancestors that the trap would work.

Nibani Maesa, the Urshilaku wise woman, felt the pain that Alkorahn felt as his head was forced from his body. In her spellcasting, she knew that her tribes' plight was hopeless. Only five Urshilaku had died, opposed to seven of the rogues, but the total numbers of the rogues outweighed the ashlanders. The ashkhan consulted with the wise woman.
"We have a chance of survival if we retreat." Sul-Matuul said. "If this Ahnaressu is supposed to be our savior, I am sure that he wil find his way to us. In the meantime, survival is our top priority."
In her rage, Nibani wanted to fight every last one of these murderers, but she knew the ashkhan was right. Sul-Matuul ordered the retreat, and the disciplined Urshilaku quickly got out of the fight and ran, the archers held the rear, firing arrows at the leading rogues.

Valnor wiped his huge claymore's blade on Alkorahn's shirt.
"Whoever they were going to contact has no way to help them now." he said almost jovially. He slowly turned to his band and ordered the return to the main battle.
As they were walking Nyph chuckled, "I could have taken him in half the time." He opened his overcoat to reveal countless daggers. Nyph grabbed the blade of one and made a few mock throws. Valnor laughed back, "Then I would have had to kill you in half of that time."
Nyph was honestly wondering if he was serious. The short, skinny elf shook that disturbing thought from his head, and trudged on beside his leader.

The small band knew where the boy had gone.
"Quick, get in." the imperial said to his two friends as he held the door to the cave open for them.
The breton led them in, creeping at what he thought was silent. The nord and imperial men were even louder than him.

Ahnaressu knew they were coming. He stood all the way at the end of the corridor, after the bend. He was holding his father's bow, string pulled taut, an arrow ready to hit any skull that came its way. He listened with satisfaction to the sound of a mound of falling rock, and he smiled at his own cunning. He only saw two men come around the corner, the imperial and the nord. They had Rubble all over them, and if they were not a threat to his or his brothers lives, Ahnaressu would have laughed. He launched an arrow at the nord's head, but the nord was more experienced than that. The nord ducked and came back up, charging at Ahnaressu, coming close to Ahnaressu. Too close for him to notch another arrow, much less fire it. Ahnaressu quickly hit the nord over the head with the bow. It did nothing to even make the man wince. Ahnaressu realized that, and dropped the bow, quickly replacing it with his shortsword. He went into a well practiced series of slashes and stabs. He still had no chance of blocking the club, so he stuck to dogding. He rolled away from a sweeping club swing, and landed on one knee. Ahnaress spotted an opening, and quickly stabbed his blade into the nord's gut. As the nord cringed on the ground, Ahnaressu remembered the one attacker remaining.