Nyph kept to the shadows of the daedric ruin. After the days of travelling, his job was almost relaxation. He crouched in a dark corner, waiting for a couple of the Ahemussa children to pass by. He had a much more important job this time around. Since the Ahemussa had no ashkhan, their only leader was a wise woman. One that did not have long to live.
Satisfied that the rowdy young ashlanders were far enough away, Nyph crept farther into the ruin. He peered around a corner to see the wise woman sitting in front of a large statue of a daedra prince with her legs crossed, obviously in some sort of trance. Creeping up behind her, Nyph was startled as the wise woman turned around to regard him, her eyes pure white instead of the typical red of dunmer. Nyph had only heard of this in bedtime stories his mother used to tell him - the wise woman was being used as a vessel for the ancestors.
Her face showed no emotion as she spoke to the flustered assassin. "It is prophecied that I will die, along with my tribe. But one will come to restore it." Then she smiled an evil smile. "And to destroy you."
Nyph was honestly scared, but that didn't stop him from smiling as he stabbed his dagger into her exposed neck.
"Prophecy was right about two things." he said confidently, all traces of fear gone.
He crept back outside, under the satrs and met up with Valnor.
"My task is done. Make sure yours is as well." Nyph said, not feeling that it was necessary to speak of what happened in the shrine.
Valnor lead half of his force into the ruined shrine, and soon a fierce battle began inside the dark, purplish walls. Valnor smiled grimly as he cut an ashlander in half at the waist. He charged at yet another dunmer, and quickly overpowered him.
Leaderless, the confused Ahemussa were soon falling. Valnor pulled his claymore out of a screaming ashlander's stomach as he looked around to survey the scene.
"Hunt them all down!" he yelled. "I want no survivors."
The rogues soon lost all order as they slaughtered, raped, and plundered all that was left of the tribe. All but one young ashlander who had been ordered to run to the other tribes as an example. A drunk rogues idea, no less.
As Valnor inspected the halls, he gave the order to make camp. This would be a nice place to stay and rest, he figured. Until it was time to deal with the Zainab.
Nyph came up on Valnor, his share of plundering done. "Here's one for you." he said with a lewd smile as he pushed a young dunmer girl toward towards Valnor.
Valnor frowned. This was a touchy subject between Valnor and his assassin. If Valnor had his way, all kinds of plundering would be strictly forbidden. Nyph had convinced him otherwise - his entire army was nothing more than oucasts that lived for those very things. It was key to keeping them organized.
Valnor didn't even answer Nyph, instead he glared at the skinny dunmer until he walked away. With the girl of course.
While Valnor was undeniably cruel and merciless, he was hard as iron when it came to keeping his honor.
The dunmer warrior went into his tent and stared at the map, planning exactly how he should approach the Zainab.
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This post has been edited by Dantrag: Aug 4 2005, 05:28 AM
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