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The Gift: Chapter Eighteen: ObligationDrevas didn’t know what to expect as he followed the river near Gnesis downstream.The Gift: Chapter Eighteen: Obligation by Citrinequartz
After hours of searching and through the process of elimination, he had determined that the river was the last place Vicente could have gone, but it was far from a comforting thought.
The murky water was treacherously bipolar. The current would appear smooth and soft for a few yards, then sudden twist into raging rapids capable of pulling even the strongest of men under the tide. Enormous stones peeked from under the water as white froth tore past them and the shallower areas revealed a river bed of jagged razors.
A mortal would certainly be killed, a vampire had only a slightly better chance. Broken branches and splintering logs could easily pierce their unbeating hearts. The violence of the rapids could break a spine or neck with ease.
Even vampires could be paralyzed if their backs where snapped in two.
But as the pale Dunmer scanned the water, he saw no indication that h
The Gift: Chapter Seventeen: SurvivalVicente crawled onto the river bank, regurgitating the water he had inadvertently swallowed. The current had been far stronger than he had anticipated and the river had dragged him mercilessly downstream. It might not have been so bad if the river hadn’t turned into violent rapids.The Gift: Chapter Seventeen: Survival by Citrinequartz
He had been tossed around like a rag doll, slammed into stones with bone crushing force, and dragged across the jagged river bed.
At some point during the chaos, he had lost his grip on his prized claymore. Vicente was not concerned that the blade would be damaged- treated and polished ebony was nearly impossible to blemish- but he worried that the magnificent weapon would be lost.
But he could not go back for it. His skin- still burning from the garlic water- was alive with a new tingle. It was nearly sunrise. The horizon was already bleeding pink into the lightened sky.
Vicente knew he needed to find shelter fast, but he was completely unfamiliar with
The Gift: Chapter Sixteen: GnesisVicente excelled at sword craft. Within months he had grown proficient with all manner of bladed weaponry, but he remained specially attached to his ebony claymore.The Gift: Chapter Sixteen: Gnesis by Citrinequartz
It was quite the odd talent given that he had never before wielded anything more deadly than an alchemist’s knife. The iron dagger he kept under the counter of his shop had never been touched except for the day it was bought. So, where did the innate skill come from?
Drevas speculated that it might have been a trait passed to him by his sire, Quarra vampires being very good with large weapons, as well as years spent mastering the basics of movement.
And master them Vicente had. When practicing alone, Vicente could execute several complicated attacks and parries with the fluidity and effortlessness of a dancer. Sparring with Drevas proved to be far more difficult- the Dunmer’s speed and agility give him the advantage.
But Vicente learned to anticipate Drevas’s moves and strikes and their practice
No Man Left Behind part 7There was a loud screech as the frost spider fell down to its death. The spiders had numbers in their favor, but in the end they all fell to the Dark Brotherhood.No Man Left Behind part 7 by gangyzgirl
KaNack lowered his raised hands that were still smoldering from the fireball he had cast. Nazir sheathed his scimitar, and the Spectral Assassin hurried over from a kill he had made from across the cavern.
"I hate spiders. You think you've killed them all, and they just seem to reappear," the Redguard grumbled. The three had traveled to Helgen after the abandoned shack, the old Falkreath sanctuary and Dragon's Bridge all came up empty of Penitus Oculatus. Not even the town of Dragon's Bridge, the original base of the officers, had been home to Maro or his agents.
"It has to be here," KaNack hissed. "If it is not related to the Dark Brotherhood, then it had to be connected to my road to becoming the Dovahkiin."
There was a crunch as the Argornian stepped on a frost spider's corpse as he continued forward
No Man Left Behind part 6Finn yawned as he continued to lean against the wall in the cell room. When he arrived for his shift at guard duty, Cicero had already been curled up on top of the sleeping mat resting. Hours passed and the Fool of Hearts appeared dead to the world, not moving or even making the slightest sound. The peace and quiet was a change of pace for the guard and also slightly unnerving. Now it had become far too quiet, and his thoughts were deafening. The Keeper had his back to him so that the Penitus Oculatus agent couldn't even see the Imperial's face.No Man Left Behind part 6 by gangyzgirl
"Cicero?" he asked quietly. When the jester did not respond, Finn shrugged it off and guessed that the fool had just fallen asleep. It did not surprise him. From what the others guards had mentioned, the man never seemed to sleep.
Finn had taken time to think over the riddle that the prisoner had given him. Over and over in his head, Finn tried to come up with an answer. He wanted to think that the answer was riches, but it contradic
No Man Left Behind part 5Nazir and KaNack had ridden all through the night to get to Whiterun. The sun had just begun to creep over the mountains as the large stronghold came into view. The Argonian was exhausted, having not had any sleep in at least two days, but he fought through his fatigue. The three stopped and dropped the horses off at the stables before making their way to the gated entry to Whiterun. Two Imperial soldiers stopped them at the gate.No Man Left Behind part 5 by gangyzgirl
"Halt! What business does an Argonian have here?" asked one.
"What is with that ghost?" the other barked as he pointed at Lucien. "We don't need you causing trouble in Whiterun! We know your kind, always sneaking about!"
KaNack was in no mood for the soldiers' attitude, and pulled off his dragon priest mask, glaring at them.
"I fought tooth and nail to protect Whiterun from Ulfric's army, and this is how I am greeted?" the Argonian growled. The two soldiers were startled as they recognized KaNack from fighting alongside General Tullius.
"Legate KaNack! We had
No Man Left Behind part 4KaNack stormed into the Dawnstar Sanctuary and paused only slightly as he went past the Night Mother. Whenever she had something important to tell him, she would usually immediately contact him near the entrance. She was silent though, and the Argonian continued to run in the sanctuary past Babette. She was startled as her leader hurried past, not even acknowledging her presence. The Unchild knew that obviously something had gone wrong, and she hurried after him.No Man Left Behind part 4 by gangyzgirl
"Nazir!" the Listener barked loudly as he stopped in the meeting room in the sanctuary. The center of the stronghold provided a large open space, which had since been decorated with a large wooden table and comfy plush chairs. All Dark Brotherhood discussions and meetings took place here.
Nazir appeared from one of the many holes in the sanctuary, and looked more than slightly annoyed by tone taken by his leader. Babette also caught up with KaNack, but she was more concerned than anything.
"Something bad has happened, hasn't i
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