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 slowly approached the camp. As he got near, he was instantly surrounded by three male and one female dunmer.
"What do you want?"
It took Ahnaressu a few moments to gather his breath from the sudden appearance of these armed ashlanders.
He answered, "I am Ahnaressu Sul-Khar, a wanderer. I only need shelter." The Zainab guards looked at each other, not needing any explanations. The single female in the group motioned for Ahnaressu to follow. She led him to an old, tattered yurt.
She said to Ahnaressu, "You may live here, but on one condition. You do the tasks assigned to you. If you do not earn your keep, you will no longer be welcome here."
The young Urshilaku nodded, not expecting any more than that.

Nyph returned to Valnor after scouting the Erabenimsun camp. Nyph walked into Valnor's small tent, and sat down beside the fire across from the huge dunmer.
Valnor said after a long moment of silence, "Well?"
Nyph answered, not looking up from the fire, "They expect nothing. There are only one or two guards, and they are both outside the ashkhan's yurt. They will fall easily."
Valnor smiled, "Let's kill the fetchers."
Nyph pulled out a dagger and said, "I'll start the attack."
As Nyph left, Valnor stood up, arming himself and putting on his armor.

Nyph loved his job. He watched from behind a large urn as one of the guards walked past him, not noticing the assassin. Nyph picked out one of his many daggers. Purposefully choosing a less valuable one, he held its blade and tossed it. The ashlander's neck was punctured, the dagger in up to its hilt. Nyph quickly pulled his dagger out and hid the guard's body far from the camp. This is how the attacks always started. Nyph killed a select few, and the rogues poured in. Nyph reveled in his marvelous throw, just long enough to notice he was surrounded.

The Erabenimsun were not caught unawares by Valnor's band. The rogue camp was found early enough, and the ashlander spies got enough information to figure out their intent.

Valnor called the attack, and the rogues charged onto the north and south sides simultaneously, while the rogue archers lauched volleys on the east and west sides. Little did the rogues know, that the camp was empty.

The ashlanders were hidden by the wise woman's illusionary spells. The wise woman took the time to cast chameleon on every single warrior. The Erabenimsun utterly destroyed Valnor's band.

Nyph lay on a pile of stones, his arms and legs broken by the ashlanders, he was left for dead. He cursed his bad luck, and tried in vain to turn over so he was face up. All he could do was pray to every daedra prince, dunmer god, and even imperial cult god that he knew of.

Weeks earlier, Ahnaressu was doing yet another chore for the Zainab that housed him. They were by no means nice to him. They failed to even notice him because they knew of his origins. Ahnaressu expected no more, and filled his tenth bucket with water from a nearby pond. It took him five trips to get all the buckets, two in each hand. And it took him longer than it should have, for he let little Relgar walk beside him. Ahanressu never went faster than Relgar, always wanting to be there if the toddler fell. By the time he delivered his last bucket of water, it was night. Ahnaressu, tired from the work, fed his little brother and fell asleep.

Valnor cursed his luck. He should have beaten them. His forces were stronger, yet they were defeated shamefully. Valnor and three others survived. An orc named Lorgan gro-Shug, and two dunmer, Aftol and Tervel. Valnor knew it would take years to form another army of rogue ashlanders. He did not want to spend another four years hunting them down like he did the first time, but he wanted his revenge. He wanted it badly.

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Theres chapter 5. Sorry it took me so long to transfer it over