Elder Scrolls: Skyrim- The Misadventures of the Dragonborn and Friend (Open, PM)

[jack80]

Elder Scrolls: Skyrim- The Misadventures of the Dragonborn and Friend (Closed)

As Levin hug upside down from the rope trap, over a spike pit with two rabid wolves growling at him from the side, he once again thought how a thief like him could end up in a situation like this again. He folded his arms across his chest, ignoring the pain of the blood rushing and the tightness of the rope that had him hanging by his ankles and sighed.

"Seems I always find you in the most peculiar of straits." A feminine voice said from behind him. A voice he had only heard the night before...

Levin once again cursed his luck. Damn horse. So what if he had stole it. He had treated it well, but as soon as a bear came out from behind a tree, the damn thing had bucked him off and ran off. Luckily the bear had seemed more interested in his horse then him and had went off chasing the filly rather then go for him laying on the ground where he had been thrown from that ungrateful beast of burden.

He picked himself up and shook his head. The night sky held very little clouds, and the stars shined bright tonight. He could still hear the bear growling as it chased the horse. Well at least he hadn't named the damn thing yet. And it wasn't like the merchant he had stole it from was going to miss it. He heard Khajiit liked to walk anyways.

Walking a short distance he found one of the lesser used roads of the Nordic landscape and started to follow it, always mindful of any danger or trouble that he may come across.

In the distance he could see a campfire at a run down tower. Skyrim was dotted with abandoned forts and castles from days long past. Most likely being used as a base for bandits. Bandits were not something he usually wanted to get tangled up with, but maybe they had some horses they would not need. Most likely stolen as well. So who among the Gods would blame him for stealing one back.

Urging his limited ability of the school of illusion magic he cast a spell to muffle his sound as he readied his dagger in his hand and readjust the cowl of his hood. Creeping slowly up to the ruined tower he stopped as he saw a female Nord and male Argonian at the edge of the ruins. They did not seem to be interested in looking out for anything as they were mostly grumbling about their lack of coin.

Lazy buggers.

Changing his route he made his way around and soon found himself hiding in the shadows of what was left of a stone wall looking down into the bandit camp. There were three other bandits, a Dunmer caster, another nord warrior, and a Redguard that appeared to be the chief bandit.

Oh and about a half dozen people locked up in cages. So not bandits... slave traders.

Great.

"These are the best you could come up with?" A horrible wicked voice calls out as a hooded robed woman walked into the light of the campfire followed by three skeleton minions. A necromancer. This was just getting better and better.

Normally this would be where Levin would decide to just leave. There were no horses that he saw. No easily attainable loot to just relive these slavers of. Plus with a necromancer and her undead followers, he doubt he could sneak in and pick pocket the lazy scum of some coin purses.

His eyes though were locked on the elderly couple, the badly beat up Khajiit merchant, the two Nordic men... and a young girl that couldn't be more then 12 years of age.

"You said you wanted living bodies. So we got you living bodies. You did not state what else you wanted." The Redguard bellowed as he rose from his chair, his old iron plate armor dented and in ill repair gleaming in the light of the camp fire.

The necromancer just scoffed as she walked up to the cages and examined the poor folk as if they were cattle. Levin did not like the way she seemed to keep her hooded gaze upon the child the longest.

"Fine, I will take them." The necromaner said as she turned away from the child and her flesh-less bodyguards were walking up to the cages to pull these victims to some poor fate.

Come on Levin, just sneak away. Who cares about these poor sods. Damnit, just walk away.

Despite Levin's inner thoughts, he crept closer to the cages. His silent footing and his form hidden in shadows he didn't know what he was going to do, just that he couldn't leave these people to the hands of whatever the Necromancer had planned for them.

He shifted his dagger to his left hand, his right waiting on the hilt of his sword... knowing that if he pulled it free from its sheath, the blood flame enchantment would give away his position. By all that was unholy in Oblivion, he was a stupid man.

In the peaceful night sky a roar erupted. Something that was not heard of in the lands of Skyrim in some time. No beast or creature Levin had ever come across had ever made such a sound that made his knees feel weak as this roar did.

"What was that"? The necromancer and redguard slaver both said as everyone looked up and out from the camp. Away from Levin.

What indeed. Levin had only heard tales of such things when he was a young lad growing up in the Imperial City. But they were just tales told by bards? Dragons were not real.

The winged serpent beast thing was very real, and was flying in a circle above the slaver camp. The two bandits that were suppose to be on lookout duty had pulled their bows and were trying to hit the mythical beast in the air with arrows. They were very poor shots.

With an unnatural grace, the Dragon turned and swooped down upon the camp, a wave of frosty breath freezing the two bandits in a cold embrace of death as their bodies seemed to turn blue and shatter as the beast flapped its wings.

Again Levin's inner thoughts told him to run, but he didn't as he tried to break the locks of the cages. The prisoners within were scared, even frighten by his sudden appearance, but they soon realized he was there to help. What help he would be against slavers, undead, a necromancer and a dragon, they wouldn't know, but if he could free them, they were not going to complain.

Levin had his back to all the others save the people in the cage, as the young girl shouted out a warning.

"Behind you!"

Levin turn and was able to pull his sword out in time to block an incoming axe blow from one of the skeletons ancient axes. Its chittering and dim glowing eye sockets did not make things easy, but a quick swipe of his other hand with the dagger he cut the arm holding the axe off and finished it off with a spinning swipe of his blue flaming sword, sending the skull flying.

And that was when the slavers and necromancer noticed him.

"Kill him!" The old hag in the dark robes shouted. Her two remaining skeletons rushing at him, only to break apart from their unnatural bond as the blueish tinted dragon landed in the middle of the camp. The impact of the beast of legends shaking the ground having almost everyone save for Levin and the Redguard chief fall to their knees.

The Dragon was looking upon Levin as if he was its next meal, but a fireball from the dark elf caster turned its attention as it bit him in half. Levin had little time to think about that as the redguard bull-rushed him into the remaining stone wall. Why the chief would decide to attack him instead of the Dragon was less of a concern for Levin as all his breath was knocked out of him. Dust and small pieces of stone fell around him as the redguard grabbed him by the throat and slowly rose him off his feet.

How had he not noticed how large this man was. Levin was actually a good 6 and a half feet tall himself when he stood up right. But this man easily towered over him by a good span, and was easily twice his width.

And his breath stank. As Levin tried to gasp for air as the other man crushed his throat with both hands, Levin got a good luck at his eyes and teeth. Great, he had some orcish blood in him.

Levin kicked the orc-blooded redguard in his family jewels. This seemed to only piss the bandit chief off more as he felt the meaty fingers dig deeper into his neck, and his feet rise higher from the ground then they were before.

Levin barely registered the unnatural shout that broke into the sounds the growl of his assailant, the roar of the dragon and the casting of spells from the Necromancer. All he knew was his attacker went flying to his right as he fell to his knees, his lungs trying to fill with as much air as they could, he saw that everything seemed to stop as an armored figure entered the camp.

Whoever it was was wearing an old nordic helm, some pretty impressive armor, a sword in one hand and a crackle of lighting in the other. A blast of said lighting slammed into the necromancer as the armored figure cut down the other remaining bandit.

Levin would have have liked to have watched how the fight went on from there, but instead he found himself picking his weapons off the ground, smashing the lock to one of the nordic men.

"Can you free the others?" He asked as he caught the bandit chief rising up again, pulling his ungodly large mace from his back and come charging at him again.

He turned to his angry foe and their fight was on. He could tell that the dragon and the other armored figure were also having their duel as he tried to stay out of the heavy swings from his own opponent. The orc-blooded man used his strength to attack, but no grace. Levin on the other hand was all about foot-work, parry, and speed.

He though of an old dance his mother had tried to teach him when he was young as he side-stepped the larger man and stuck him in the side with his dagger while using his sword to keep the mace from smashing his skull in. His mother always thought he had graceful feet.

His attacker had over stretched his next attack, his mace embedded into the ground, Levin did what came natural to him. He thrust his sword into the man's jaw, spun away pulling it free, and didn't even bother to look at his collapse on the ground as he had other things on his mind.

The nordic man he had freed, had broken the lock to the Khajiit prisoner with the skeleton's axe he had downed earlier. All of them were free now, but none of them dared move from their cages. Not with the Dragon before them.

Though Levin expected that wouldn't be a problem any more. The armored figure had climbed onto the beast's back and had stuck his sword into the top of its head. The beast crumbled to the ground, its wing doing one last flap before falling silent.

The armored warrior jumped off the down beast and turned to look at him. A woman? He could only tell by her eyes and the shape of her mouth beneath her helm. She was about to say something when Levin threw his dagger at her.

Well not her. The Necromancer had risen and was about to cast a fireball into her back. His dagger hit the old witch right between the eyes and the fireball instead engulfed her in a tower of flame as she screamed into the night sky.

Levin could see the surprise upon the female warrior and was about to say something himself when something else happen.

The downed beast began to move. Well, moving wasn't right. It was as if the scales and leathery skin of its wings began to decay and evaporate. A gush of wind came in from no where, and blow what had been the dragon's body into a whirlwind of energy that enveloped the warrior.

Levin was about to rush to her side to help, but she was unmoving, uncaring of what was happening to her as she smiled at him.

"Thank you." Her voice was quiet sweet.

The gasps and mumblers of Dragonborn came from the people behind him. He turned to see that they were all alright. When he turned back to the warrior, she was gone. All that was left of the dragon was its skeleton frame, something he would have seen in the old Imperial Museum when he had been force to go there for some noble function or other.

He looked about the battle-torn camp looking for her, but she was long gone. The former prisoners came up to him to give him thanks, still chatting away about Dragonborn this... Dragonborn that.

The little girl came running up to him to give him a hug. "Thank you sir!" She said as tears came from her eyes.

He didn't know what to say. He only stood there wondering... what had just happen. And was he going to see the warrior again.

His thoughts came crashing back to the present, his head aching. All he could think of to say was: "It would appear so."

He could not see her, but knew it was the female warrior from the night before. Some kind of shout of a dead language was uttered, and the two wolves that had just turned their attention to her ran off into the skyrim wilderness.

"Would you like me to help you down?" She asked as she came into view. She was not wearing her helmet, and he had to admit to himself that she had a very shapely face. One that bards would sing of.

He would have liked to stare at it more, but he would like to do it straight up.

"Yes please."

She laughed as she walked to the tree the rope he was hanging from was attached too. He didn't see how she got him free, but not only was he rolling on the ground, he wasn't impaled on the spikes that had been below him before.

"Looks like I am one up now on our whole saves whole." She said as she stood above him. Smiling.

"Yeah... I guess so." He said as he smiled back up at her.

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Name: Levin De'Sal
Age: 30
Sexual Pref: Straight

Physical Description: Like most noble Imperials, Levin skin is slightly tan. He is tall, standing at a good six and a half feet. He keeps his blond hair cut short and his beard properly trimmed. A slight scar is below his left eye. He usually wears dark brown to gray leather armor, a bandoleer across his chest with throwing daggers, potions, and lockpicking gear. When he doesn't expect trouble and is just relaxing; a loose fancy shirt and breeches is his attire. The shirt cut open to show off his slight muscular chest. The leggings enough to show off his fancy foot work when he dances.

Biography: Levin was born to a noble Imperial family in the Imperial City. If he had stayed, he would have been a Lord, maybe even have a high rank among the court of the Emperor. His family treated him well.

He just couldn't find himself to even care a little bit. Running away at the age of 13 to seek adventure like the ones he had heard his whole life growing up, he traveled the lands of Tamriel. He learned how to pick pockets from a master thief in Daggerfall. Learned the dance of swords from a high seas pirate. How to lock picks from a former jailer turned rogue bandit in the black marshes, and alchemy from a lonely old woman on the fridges of Skyrim.

He never speaks of his past to anyone save for when he tries to woo a lash or two. His tongue trained in the fine art of Imperial Speech. Though has no talent for a musical instrument, he can sing any tune he has heard before.

He would rather explore and face adventure then waste away in a high tower of ivory.

How he has ended up in Skyrim during the civil war between rebel Nord Jarls and the Empire and loyal Jarls, is because he lost a bet with some his Theives Guild friends. A bet that if he had stayed, he would most likely be full of holes, poisons, and have both his hands removed. Never sleep with a High Elf's wife, and three daughters... Never works out.

He has a good heart, but likes to play the rogue. If he sees something he wants, he always goes for it. And he never takes no for an answer.

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[milkmaiden38]

Lirla Fangtwister … well that was what she was calling herself for now. The Lirla part she was pretty sure was correct. The “fangtwister” as a nickname she had received from the Argonian (lizardman) she had met near the black marsh. She had been there to “help” him … “save” him is a better description from an attacking troll. The “saving” had involved twisting a fang out of the monster’s mouth. The nickname stuck. How she got there … and where her memory had gone, she had no clue. Slowly pieces seemed to be coming back. Maybe her name was Lirla Trollslayer … she just did not know.

Lirla Fangtwister walked over to the man lying down on the ground. She was dressed in her battle armor... It was part plate mail and part chainmail … allowing it to be used both on horse and on foot. The armor was silver in color with golden designed and red accents. The reinforced silver breastplate (which showed off her considerable assets) had a series of decorative designs on it along with her armored legging and her pair of silver vambraces (arm defenses) she was a sight to behold.

But her piecing light blue-green eyes, full sexy lips and flowing black and red hair … drew his eyes away from her armor to her beautiful face. She reached down with her glove covered hand … grabbed his … and pulled him to his feet.

As she flipped her hair back over her shoulder he could see her pointed ears. She was elven also known as Altmer. She was most likely from the Summerset Isle their native lands. Additionally Altmer were one of the most magical of the races in Tamriel, he would need to be careful as she most certainly knew magic.

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“Lirla Fangtwister” She said to introduce herself “I’d like to know the name of the man …I keep saving … and the one that likes to save victims from slavers and necromancers” She asked then looked at the rope trap “…and likes to play with rope traps?” She asked with a smile.

 

[jack80]

"Levin De'Sal, at your services Lady Lirla." He said as he was back on his feet. With a bow, and a wink of his eye, he stands straight up and looks at the aforementioned rope trap. "Yes, well, if it wasn't for those blasted wolves, I would have seen it. But at the time I was more worried about being in their bellies then hanging from a tree over a trap." He felt a bit embarrassed, but used all his training from the Imperial Courts to and was able to keep a straight face.

Levin stood tall, but this red haired elven maiden before him almost matched him in height. The Altmer were a tall people. His short blond hair was in a bit of dishevel from hanging as long as he had been and the rolling on the ground did not help. His face was covered in a neatly trimmed blond beard around his lips and chin, leaving his cheeks free. A sight scar was below his face, and he fancied it only enhanced his adventurous good looks. He wore dark brown leather armor with gray trimming, along with a brownish green cloak from his shoulders. Upon his legs was more dark brown and gray trimmed leather pants. A belt hung snugly around his waist with his sword and dagger at his side. A bandoleer was fasten across his chest that held many a throwing dagger, poisons, poisons, and pouches. His feet encased in well worn but sturdy dark brown leather boots. All in all, he considered himself somewhat dashing, expect for the pieces of grass that had lodged in random places among his body.

Looking around, he took in the surrounding area. "I must thank the Dragonborn for saving me." He says as he glances at her from the side. Seeing the reaction to her prophesied title he chuckled. She must still be use to this. "I have to say, to be alive with the Dragonborn and dragons roaming Tamriel again... that is something of legends."

"I must ask, how I can repay the Dragonborn, the Lady Lirla, for saving this humble man's life once again." He had a secret hope. Her face was like nothing else he had ever seen, and even in the the plate and chainmail, he had an idea of her true figure. Levin fancied himself a ladies man, but he would not dare try anything too forward. He liked where his head was, and her display of magic, and that word she shouted out... it was as if it was pure power when she spoke it.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lirla thought to herself for a second.

“Dragonborn, or Dovahkiin in the Dragon language, were rare individuals who has been born with the blood and soul of a Dragon, but the body of a mortal, they can learn and speak dragon tongue, called the Thu'um. But Dragonborns scarcely exist, and it is rare for more than one to appear within an era!

She did not feel any dragon soul within her body! At least she did not think so. Sure she had slain that beast last night … and she felt stronger afterwards … but that was just relief from the battle being over. She was not even sure that the creature had been a dragon. Just a really large flying lizard thing. She had scared off the wolves with her spoken word. But that did not prove anything. Anyone could have done that. Two wolves hardly make a pack … her just showing up probably scared them more than that magic word she used. No … she was really sure she was not some kind of legendary “dragonborn”. That was just crazy talk.

She looked back at the roguish man and said “Levin De ‘Sal, It is a pleasure to meet you. I’m flattered you think I’m the dragonborn, but I’m not. However, thank you nonetheless” She said with a nod.

"As for repaying me … I do have a request … I’m in need of returning to the Imperial City. A guide and helper such as yourself would be useful. I’ll understand if you need to complete your present journey before you assist me … and I can accompany you as a companion if needed.” She said with a warm smile. Then her face grew cold almost icy “And in case your male mind suggests anything more than traveling companions … I’m NOT interested. Period!” Lirla said as firmly as she could.

 

[jack80]

She wasn't claiming to be Dragonborn? Huh. Interesting. His eyes and ears did perk up at the mention of a guide and helper, though the thought of going back to the Imperial City had him doubting he would be welcomed with open arms. Neither his family or the local Thieves Guild members would look kindly on him dropping in. But then she said she would follow him and his grin grew. And then it dropped off.

"M'lady, I would never think of touching or defiling you in that sort. I promise to be the perfection of a companion in any travels. Though I do not know if you may wish to follow me. Where I am going is... well it is not safe."

And he didn't want her to see him sneaking about to steal a rare object of magical power. Not for himself, he had a client. A client that didn't want the Thieves Guild in Riften to find out about this transaction. The less that knew the better...

But he also couldn't just pass up the chance of her getting away from him. Of course she said no. But in his mind, that was a challenge.

"But I have seen you fight, and I cannot doubt you can handle yourself... so you can accompany me. And then I will help you to get to the Imperial City. Though I must ask, what business do you have there?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

A broad smile spread across her face, there was pure joy in it. If Levin had not already been attracted to her … that smile would have done it. Lirla was excited to have a path to follow and someone to be with. Her journeys so far had been lonely and unhelpful to prompt her memory return. She was not sure how to answer his last question. So she ignored it.

“EXCELLENT! I shall accompany you. An adventure into the wilds of skyrim! Perhap, I can save your life a few more times! This does sound exciting.”

Levin smiled back at her, but did not let her get off without answering his question about why she wished to go the Imperial City. There was a few seconds of silence between them until Lirla realized she had to answer his question. Her fantastic smile melted off her face as she became serious again and answered him.

“My needs in the Imperial City are personal. I have recently lost something and thought a trip there would help me find it. I do not wish to discuss it further.” She explained. She turned and walked to the edge of the clearing to pick up her small traveling pack. She slipped it over her shoulders.

“I’m ready … where are we going?” She asked her face glowing with excitement. That nice smile was back on her face.

 

[jack80]

Levin couldn't help but be drawn into that smile of hers. She was a ravishing creature, for a High Elf, she was down right captivating. He would enjoy the challenge of her changing her mind. And if by some curse of the Gods he could not get her to bed him, he would just have to enjoy that dazzling smile.

"Well to each his and her own ways and choices. I will not push further, but it will be a long travel yet." He pointed out into the wilderness. "An abandoned fort. Near Dragon Bridge. Or it was formerly abandoned. I need to... retrieve something for its current occupants. But before we go there, I suggest we head to Winterun. Should be no more then half a days travel east from here. Far less if I can find that blasted horse I lost last night. I am tired, I am sore, and I need a good bed to sleep in."

If only it was your bed I was in, I wouldn't be sleeping, Levin thought to himself as he motioned for Lirla to join him. "Though I also have to warn you. As you know, there are wolves, bears, and bandits between us and there. And also Giants, and their mammoth herds. So be on guard."

 

[milkmaiden38]

The two headed off toward the town of Whiterun. One thing that must be said about Skyrim … the scenery was breath taking. The mountains and trees and waterfalls …all bigger than life. Lirla paused every now and then to look at the beauty. Her eyes were drawn to the highest peak “The Throat of the World” … there was something about that place … something important had happened to her there. But that was all she knew.

The two walked in silence for the moment … as they entered the forest path that would lead to the central city of Skyrim. Soon the trees grew thick and covered the path, making it feel as if they walked through a living plant tunnel. The path was well kept, with only an occasional fallen branch to step over. The two made good time.

Lirla was thinking about the city of Whiterun. She had been there before as well … and recently … She remembered it was comprised of three districts arranged in tiers and connected by stairways. She had spent all her time in the Plains District. That was where all the shops and the city's marketplace were located. She had been buying clothing to keep warm. She remembered that much … but why? Where had she been heading? It was not coming back to her.

She turned to Levin as they got closer to the town and asked “We are not going find trouble in this town … you have not made enemies here … with say … the town’s guards? or maybe seduced someone wife … or perhaps scored a woman … or something like that?” She asked

Levin put on his best innocent puppy dog look “What me? Never … we shall be welcomed with open arms” he said.

Lirla was not sure … there was something roguish about this man … which usually meant thievery and women’s broken hearts were to be found. Lirla did not want to have a broken heart … not until her memories were returned. But love did not work that way … and she was starting to like this man. He was growing on her.

They made it through the main gate with no problems. There were quite a few people walking about going about their daily lives. Lirla eyes spotted “The Drunken Huntsman”

“Ahh … just what we need … a drink …I’ll buy the first round Levin” she said and headed toward the tavern.

 

[jack80]

Levin walked mostly in silence on their way, but when she had asked that question, he had to say things in jest. He had only been in Winterun a couple of times before, but he had made no lasting impressions or any enemies. It was also one of the few towns where the Jarl of the hold was still neutral in the current civil war that was going on around it. Though from what he had gathered from bar gossip, Balgruuf the Greater only thought of his people first and would most likely side with the Empire in the end.

Walking with her, he had to admit that there was something mysterious about her. More so then her denial of being the Dragonborn. There was something that she was masking? Most likely just keeping her guards up around him. He let it go.

“The Drunken Huntsman. I have to admire your taste in a proper tavern Lirla. And your willingness to share your coin." He said before entering the tavern along side her.

Elrindir, a Bosmer, or Wood Elf as they were also known as, was a huntmans that catered mostly to other of his former chosen profession, was standing behind the bar as they entered. Levin put his fingers up signaling for two drinks, and the mugs of ale were slid to Levin as he then walked over to a table near the cooking fire in the center of the main room.

Sitting down he put one of the mugs before Lirla and smiled at her. "To future endeavors and adventuring." And clinked his mug against hers. Taking a good swig of his drink he let out a content sound. "Ale and fine company. Nothing can beat this."

Taking another drink looked over at Lirla over the lip of his mug. "So... Lirla, I know that you won't tell me why you are going to the Imperial City, but how did you find yourself so far out in the wilderness of Skyrim. Even with your skills and magical powers, I just find it hard for you to be out there all by yourself."

 

[milkmaiden38]

“What part of … I do not wish to discuss it further … did you not understand?” Lirla said back. But Levin continue to smile at her and sip his ale. The silence between them demanded to be filled … with any noise possible. The technique worked on Lirla as she finally breathed a sigh and said.

“Ok …I will partially answer your question … but in turn you will discuss the abandoned fort near Dragon Bridge and what you plan to retrieve … do we have a deal?” Lirla asked.

Levin smile got bigger “I will consider it … when I hear your answer.”

“What? I want you word first before I answer” Lirla stated “How do I know you will keep your end of the deal?”

“I would be a fool to agree to the deal you propose without knowing what kind of “partial” answer you are going to provide. So I will listen to your answer and answer in kind. You will just need to trust me.” Levin said.

“But … you could easily cheat me!” Lirla said. Levin simply shrugged his shoulders.

“By the First Spirit of Tamriel … you are a madding man!” Lirla said. But she needed to know if she could trust him. Now was as good a time as any to find that out.

“I will answer both your questions. I came to Skyrim via magic. The magic dumped me into the forest near where you fought the slavers and the necromancer. I had previously been near the edge of the black marsh. I had helped an Argonian fight a troll. Before that I have only partial or stretchy memories.

My lack of memories is why I thought a trip to the Imperial City would be useful. I think the mages there might be able to understand what has happened to me. Help me to regain my memories.” Lirla explained.

“That is all I can tell you. Now … it is your turn” She informed Levin.

 

[jack80]

Interesting. He didn't say a word as she finished. Just took another sip of his ale and looked at her. Her face was actually priceless as the seconds ticked by. Levin actually had an image of him flying backwards, in flames with an ice spike impaling him in the wall. To say he had no doubt that Lirla was capable of doing that was an understatement. He suspected she was far, far more capable then what he could come up with in ways of punishing him. But he was actually having fun.

Before she finally blew up on him, he placed his mug on the table and said. "Fine. But you have to do just one more thing before I will speak."

She stared daggers at him, though he did find the way her lips curling like they were was quite sexy. "What." She said though gritted teeth.

"Hear me out, and still accompany me even after I have said my story." He said as he pulled off one of his gloves and placed a finger on the side of the mug and twirled it around before bring it to his lips and licking the ale off it.

Lirla sat back and glared at him some more. "I will consider it. After I have heard you answer." Ah she was quick. Throwing back his own part of the deal back at him. Chuckling he was really liking this woman.

"Alright, I guess I have no choice really. It either I tell you, or you spend the rest of you life locked away in a Winterun prison cell. Though I have no doubt you will be quiet happy since you would have killed me." Leaning in close to her he spoke in a faint voice. "I am a thief. As you might have guessed. A very good one in fact. I have been commissioned to retrieve an object from some splinter group. They call themselves the Imperial Star. Really I don't quiet understand what that even means, but ability they are trying to do something that will help set up the Empire till the next era."

Before she could say another word he went on. "The object is called Calron's Goblet. I have never heard of this fellow, almost sounds made up to me. But ability this goblet has the ability to impure whomever drinks from it great powers. Though of course it cannot just be any normal old thing. My client has denied telling me what is the correct concoction is, but I am assuming it must be very rare. So, the plan was, and still is. Sneak into this fort, past the dozens of guards, get the Goblet, and then get paid. Quiet simple really."

He took another sip of his ale and smiled at her. "So. Still in?"

***​

"Arrrrree you ssssssuuuuurrrreeee thhhat sssshe issss here?" A lizard faced Argonian asked his companion. He and two others of his kin were behind him. All fully armored and equipped with impressive looking blades.

The cat man, a Khajiit, sniffed the dirt again and looked up from the road he was kneeling on and nodded his head. "Sarron is sure. Sarron can smell her. Prey is in Winterun... with another. Very faint smell... masked. Thief."

The Argonian let his tongue slither out in front of his face for a moment. "Sssshhhhe was posssse to have been in Black Marsh. But then ssssshhhe isss back here. How ssshhe do that?"

"Sarron smell magic. Strong magic. Much like magic that was suppose to leave Dragonborn in Blackmarsh. Sarron not understand."

The argonian only shook his head. If he had to, he would travel all of Tamriel. All of Nirn if he had too. One did not pay the Dark Brotherhood such great treasures as they had been and not suspect results. They had planned on trapping her in Black Marsh. Somehow she was back here before they could spring the trap. Something had gone wrong. And Imarb master assassin of the Dark Brotherhood was going to find out.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lirla smiled at Levin ... and was about to answer when Elrindir came over.

“More ale?” He asked.

Lirla looked into her mug which was empty “please …” She answered handing him the mug. Levin piped up “Another for me as well” Elrindir motioned to the barmaid and was handed two more mugs which he placed carefully on the table. Lirla handed him the needed coins and Elrindir moved on to the other tables.

"To answer your question …” Lirla started but could not finish as a barmaid showed up at the table.

“Hungry? … we have meat pie tonight, best in the town” She stated waiting for Lirla and Levin to answer.

“Yes … please bring two plates … Also we’ll take two rooms for the night” Lirla said.

“We only have one left” The barmaid informed them.

After a moment’s pause Lirla made her decision

“We’ll take it” She said to the barmaid, then turning to Levin “I hope you can behave yourself”

He gave his best rogue smile “Of course …!!” He answered.

The barmaid left and Lirla tried again “To answer your question ...I believe our original deal stands … I’ll help you with this task and then you will help me”

She smiled and clinked his mug saying “… to future endeavors and adventures."

As she finished her statement three Argonians, fully armored and equipped with impressive looking blades, and a Khajiit walked into the Tavern.

 

[jack80]

As Imarb scanned the “The Drunken Huntsman” his stilted reptilian eyes locked onto his target. She was not alone. Motioning his kin and loyal tracker to a side table, they would wait. It would do no good to attack at this exact moment. They would wait till night. And if her new friend got in the way. He would die as well.

***​

Levin grin spoke of how well he could behave. Not very well. But he decided to at least not to lie. "I only promise to not do anything I will regret later." Cling his mug against her's he leaned back and paused. The four new comers to the Huntsman were not your typical adventurers, hunters or locals of Winterun. Levin could tell right away from looking at them that they were well trained, well armed, and very dangerous. Assassins. And not your typical assassins, this was a execution squad. They tried to hide it, but he could tell with their sideways glances as they sat at another table across the room that they were here for Lirla. Great.

Leaning in to Lirla he said, "Don't look now, but I do believe we have some unwanted attention. Three scale-backs and a fur-face. To your right, against the wall." He whispered as he took a bite of of his meat pie as it was placed before them.

Lirla was good. She didn't react suddenly, but with a well placed and timed glance around the room, she spotted them and didn't linger or react to their presence. As she looked back at him, Levin only shrugged.

"I assume they must be friends of yours." He decided to keep their conversation going, not to tip their admirers that they had been made.

"Something like that." Lirla said as she too took a bite of her meal."

"So, about behaving tonight... I think we may at least pretend to be engaged in something lewd and loud." He said as he placed his hand on hers. At first she looked like she was going to use her fork and plant his hand in place, but he leaned in and smiled. "Just to throw them off from the trap we will set, I assure you dear." He smiled warmly at her.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lirla was not sure these visitors were here for her … they might be after Levin or maybe someone else. She had asked him about scorned lovers and he had said that was not a problem in this town. But maybe these guys were from a different town? Or he had not been totally truthful.

Oh well … she was pretty sure they would find out soon enough. The barmaid had been correct; the meat pie had been good. As they finished eating, but it was too early to go to bed so Levin suggested dancing.

“NO” Lirla said. “Plus this is not the kind of place!”

They looked at each other for a second and Lirla smiled “Darts?” she suggested.

“Ok …” Levin answered coyly, he was an expect at darts.

They both got up and looked over to the dart board. There were two local men (humans) playing. Lirla said gesturing to the dart board. “Those two humans don’t have the aim or patience for a good throw. Only redeeming quality is their persistence.” She giggled.

They both got up and headed over to the dart board, saying hi to the two drunken humans. Lirla smiled at them “Mind if we join you … two against two?” she asked.

“Sure …sweet cakes” the one older guy said.

Everyone shook hands. Lirla noticed some tension almost right away between the two teams. Levin and Lirla took a few practice throws. Their opponents went back to drinking, muttering comments she could not hear under their breath.

Levin threw a bull’s eye during his practice …and she cheered him on. He was quite good at darts; she figured he was when he had saved her with the dagger throw during the battle against the slavers. Then she heard behind her “Lucky!!” from the other team. When she was practicing she heard “Hope your big boobs don’t get in the way!”

Lirla needed to place these drunken farmers on notice. She turned to them and smiled “My mind’s clearest when I’m throwing dangerous objects.” She said and without turning back to view the board she threw the darts over her back. She threw 3 bull’s eyes in a row.

This quieted down the other team. Levin just shook his head. He would need to tell her not to show off like that … they could have made some good money off those two drunks. He tried anyhow “Ready to start?” He asked the drunken men.

“No … ahh we just remember we need be somewhere else” they both said and left the bar. Lirla was feeling a bit of a naughty and called over to the 3 Argonians and one Khajiit.

“Hey do any of you want to play?” She asked.

 

[jack80]

Imarb looked up from the table, trying not to be obvious. Had she noticed them watching her. No. She was just picking random targets. She and her friend had displayed masterfully with the darts. Maybe they plan on playing a game and fleecing them of their coin. Imarb smiled. "I accceeppttt." He said as he grabbed one of his kin and walked over to the pair.

Taking the darts from the board, Imarb walked over to Lirla and her friend. Keeping his eyes on her, he too threw three perfect bull's-eye. "You ssseeeee, I caan make bull'sssss-eyyeeesssss tooooo." He slithered.

***​

Levin was impressed with her eye to hand skills. And once again had an image of her easily hitting me with any one of her spells. Ah, the price one must pay to get lucky with a beautiful woman.

He applauded the Argonians for their skills as he threw a dart right into the board, knocking all three of his darts off. The Argonian did not look pleased.

Lirla went up and threw again, this time though one of her shots went wide. It wasn't her fault really. Levin had just bent his head and whispered into her ear. "So, just so I know, you are a screamer correct?" The look she gave him as he pulled back, was priceless.

"Don't talk to me like that when I have something that can take your eye out with ease, again." She simply said. Though Levin thought he saw a slight pink to her cheeks. Not anger. Desires perhaps. He would have to test this again.

The other Argonian threw another perfect set. All added up after a few rounds though, and the Argonians had beat them. Levin happily paid them a few coins and turned to Lirla, draping his arm over her shoulder, feeling her almost trembling with anger. "Now now. Remember, we need to at least make them think we are together. It'll have them expecting less when they come for us..." He reached in and kissed her behind her ear.

As they reached their room. Levin quickly locked it as he started to removed his cloak and shirt. Lirla was giving him a strange look. "Darlin, we need them thinking we are having sex for as long as possible. Besides, you should be busy getting undressed as well."

"What, why?" She said, again that slight pinkness to her cheeks.

"Lirla. My sweet Lirla. I know if I burst in though that door, I would be too distract at the sight of you true beauty to do much else." He smiled as his boots came off.

Lirla turned away from him. And for a moment Levin thought she wouldn't do it. But slowly, her armor, and clothing came off, till she was only in knickers. Sweet, sexy knickers. Where does one get a pair so small and made of so little material he thought. She covered her breasts as she turned to him, fire in her eyes. He just shrugged as his own breeches came off. Then he saw something akin to hunger in her eyes at the sight of him fully nude. "See, now isn't that better. Have a spell ready or two. And your weapons close by."

With that he jumped on the bed and padded the spot next to him. "We have to sell it, dear. Remember." He smiled as he put his hands behind his head and waited for her to join him.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lirla could not believe Levin had talked her into this. He was good. “This had better work … or I’m going to kill you!” she joked. But she did not come into the bed yet. Instead she pulled two bottles out of her pack and moved a small night stand near the door. She slipped a wire over the bottle and placed it on the night stand. Then the other end of the very thin wire was slipped over the door knob. She did a similar thing to the window and placed the bottle on the window sill.

She pulled off her panties, but kept on her arm bracers and leg guards. Then she turned to Levin “do I look nice enough?" She asked

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Levin seemed to be having a little trouble talking for a second. “Yes … I like the earrings … nice touch” He said after he cleared his throat. Lirla had kept her long spiral earring on and he had noticed. She blew out most of the candles in the room leaving only two burning.

“I have never fought assassins before … almost naked … I think I like wearing armor better … this will certainly be something different!” She remarked. Lirla slipped a throwing dagger under her pillow and her sword was up against the wall within easy reach. When she was all done … she looked at Levin naked body on the bed for a moment. Then she slipped into the bed next to him.

Levin put his arm around her shoulder and turned to look at her “Remember … we have to sell it” He said.

Lirla moved her face closer to his … very close and then whispered to him “You know … this is a good idea … unless we also become distracted by it.”

She looked back into his eyes. She saw his desire … He also saw hers! A sexy twinkle was her eyes. He was a good guy, Lirla could tell. She also hoped he was good in bed! She leaned in and kissed him … a slow passionate kiss … building in intensity. Her soft lips pressing against his. Kissing with a passion that told him with that kiss … she wanted him! She pressed her spongy, voluminous breasts against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her fully. He could feel her thick, engorged nipples pressing against his chest which triggered his own excitement. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. Her body wanted him.

“Am I selling it good enough?” Lirla asked in a sexy whispered.

 

[jack80]

"A little too good." Levin growled. Damn she was one hot vixen. He could feel his own staff standing tall and sliding against her hip. Her body was so soft and had all the right curves. He just wanted to lose himself in her eyes, his hands on her breasts, his lips between her legs. But if he did that, he would have to kill these damn assassins if they interrupted. Then find a necromancer to bring them back so he could kill them again.

He brushed his lips against her lips as he planted them against her neck. His teeth grazed her skin as he sucked lightly on her shiny sweet skin. "Moan like what I am doing to you is good. Shouldn't be too hard." He trailed one of his hands slowly down her spin, and slapped one of her cheeks.

She was giving out a low moan as he kissed her neck again, and bit lightly into her flesh. Then when he slapped her she yelped, only to moan some more. She rubbed her nipples and breasts against his hard scared chest, as she entwined her legs around his own. "Speaking of something hard." She reached behind her, between her legs and his, and grabbed his cock as it bobbed up and down in as a mast of blood and veins. It was very warm, and he was already leaking precum. Her fingers wrapped themselves around him and he moaned.

"Ah, if only this was for real. Lirla, I think we could make beautiful music." Looking towards the door. "So lets pretend what sounds would come out of each other if we were in the moments of passion." He really just wanted to take her then and now. But again, he knew he couldn't distract himself too much. His control was wavering though. If these damn assassins didn't make their move soon, he was going to just lose himself and fuck her till she passed out.

Levin didn't need to pretend though as she licked his neck. The groan he let out was very real indeed.

***​

Imarb and Sarron stood outside Lirla and Levin's room. The sounds of two mating obvious to them. "Goooood. Wee Take themm in the heat of passion. Very easssssy." Imarb said to his Khajiit friend only nodded his head, his axe ready in his hand.

Imarb had sent his two kin to come in though the window. If they moved quickly enough, they would be able to sneak out before the local town's guards still didn't know what was going on. Then they heard a sound of a woman screaming in majestic those of sex and he kicked in the wood door before him. He and Sarron came rushing in, his two kin smashing though the window.

The idea seemed sound. But they had not really expected to find the secene before them so... erotic. Even for Argonian, he could not doubt the beauty of Lirla, and the sensual scene of her wrapped up with her companion. It had his cold-blood actually sizzle for a moment.

That pause though cost them.

"So glad you could join us. And I do not regret what I am going to do." Lirla's compaion said as he pulled out a dagger from under the bed and planted it right between Sarron's eyes.

Lirla had already jumped off the bed and had a sword in her hands, a fireball in her other hand, and her breasts firm and free as she blasted one of Imarb's kin back out of the window, a horrible death hiss escaping his forked tongue as his flaming body landed outside.

Imarb hissed as he charged Levin, his two swords being blocked by Levin's own sword and dagger. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw that Lirla and his last kin were also locked in their own dance of death.

Outside people were already shouting, and a bell was ringing as someone was alerting the town guard.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lirla was trading blows with the lizardman who had come through the window.

“You know Levin” She joked showing almost no concern over the deadly situation she was in “I did not know you were this kinky … turning our first time together into a gangbang … wow!”

“I thought you’d like that kind of thing …” Levin yelled back has he ducked a blow from Imarb.

“I like it … but not on a first date! And its little rough … I like light spanking that kind of thing … but sword play and fireballs … too rough for me!!” Lirla yelled over the clashing sounds of the sword battles.

“SSShut up SSSSLUT … you DIE NOW” the Argonian that Lirla was fighting said.

Lirla had been dancing around her opponent with quick thrusts and cuts. He had been defending but had not moved much from the spot near the window he had come through.

“You know … you’re soaking in oil!” Lirla said as she tried to take the Argonian head off with a big sweeping blow.

“WHATTTT??” The Argonian replied in shock as he ducked the sweeping blade.

“Yes … it softens your feet … while you fight!” Lirla joked then she explained more “I put a bottle of oil by the window before you so rudely broke in.” Lirla said grabbing one of the remaining burning candles and tossing it into the oil pool at his feet. The pool and the Argonian caught fire right away. He could no longer fight as he tried to put out the flames … screaming in pain.

“I think you are the hottest guy in the room … you’re just on FIRE” Lirla joked to the burning Argonian as she thrust her sword through the assassin’s heart. Killing him dead. Then she grabbed a blanket off the bed and smothered the fire so the whole room did not go up in flames.

She turned around to see how Levin was doing with Imarb.

 

[jack80]

Levin really wish he had some armor on right about now. At least something to cover his swing man hood. His opponent was very good. In fact Levin would even say better then him. And the way he kept swing his wicked blades low, which Levin also did not doubt was coated in poisons, Levin really didn't want to lose even an inch of his rod. Let alone have it infected with only The Divines knowing with what.

He could actually feel the blades slicing the air near his thigh. Really too close for comfort.

Though he did have a trick or two up his sleeve. Lirla in a cunning display of forethought had placed bottles of oil, one at the window and another at the door. And luckily this master assassin had his talon feet soaking in them.

Barely avoiding another swing, he back pedaled to the last remaining candle, looking at Imarb, he grinned. "Just a word of wisdom. It is never nice to interrupt a man when he is making love to a beautiful woman. You only get him really annoyed."

He batted the lit candle to the Argonian's feet, which erupted in flames. Imarb jumped back cursing and hissing. Seeing that he was now outnumbered, he hissed. "Next time, you will already be dead!" Imarb made a hasty retreat, jumping out the window with his feet ablaze.

Levin ran to the window. Outside, he could see the lizard man already making a run for the walls around Winterun, and then he disappeared. He saw a couple of the local guards coming up to the Inn, with a few trying to track down the would-be-assassin. He doubt they would find them, or that it would be the last they would see of that forked-tongue scale head.

He sighed. Turning back, he saw Lirla already wrapped in one of the blankets, putting the flames out with an icy wind from her fingers. She looked towards him. "So, was it good for you?" She asked with a wicked grin.

"Dear, I think we could have done better. And I would love to show you." HE said as he walked up too her warping his hands around her waist. He leaned in to kiss her, just then the inn keeper and a couple of guards came to the door.

Why must he keep being interrupted. Sigh.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lirla turned to Levin “Lite his feet on fire … I have never burned a sole before!” Lirla giggled at her silly pun but Levin just groaned.

The inn keeper and a couple of guards came to the door, which was no longer on its hinges. The innkeeper was a portly man, who faced Levin and demanded “You need to pay for all this damage!” He pointed his finger at Levin.

“Wait … good sir … we are in the middle of some awesome puns” Lirla told the innkeeper then turned to Levin “How about this one … thank the gods you lite his feet on fire and not his arms … because then he would have had “firearms” and we could have been in big trouble!” She joked.

Levin chuckled a little bit at that one “Better … but still really awful!”

“Ok how about this” Lirla tried again “... I was surprised he did not hesitate when he jumped through the window … most people get cold feet?”

“UGH” is all Levin said.

Lirla reached down and handed Levin another blanket so he could cover his naked body “Please cover up … or else the innkeeper will think you are just a big dick” She burst out laughing at that one. Levin laughed too “better … much better …”

Lirla walked over to the innkeeper “Here are 10 gold pieces … that should cover the damage. However the Argonian with the charred feet should be paying since he tried to kill us while we were making love!” She explained.

The innkeeper and the two guards looked at Levin and then back to Lirla. Finally the innkeeper said to Levin “I’d say you were a lucky man … but after hearing those puns … I feel sorry for you. Good Night” He told them.

Lirla and Levin put their cloth back on, packed up and headed over to the Bannered Mare Inn near Whiterun's market area. Luckily the inn had a room with two beds. Lirla and Levin each slept in their own beds. Lirla did not want to seem too easy, so she played it cool. Levin did not want to be too pushy so he also did not say anything. So nothing happened that night. In the morning, when Levin woke up … Lirla was no longer in the room. He dressed and went down to the small breakfast area and found her. She was staring out the window, drinking a hot cup of Royas, a bitter elven drink.

He went to her table. “Well good morning.” He said

“Good morning” She said back to him coming back from wherever her mind had been. “Do you want some Royas? She asked.

“Never had it before … sure. What were you thinking about?” He asked taking a seat next to her. Lirla filled a small cup of Royas for him and pushed it in his direction.

“I had a dream last night … I was with four old men … we were on a mountain top … They were explaining the “Way of the Voice”. They said I was Dragonborn and something about an ancient legend of my coming. This part of the dream was really cloudy … Anyhow “The Way of the Voice”, the thu'um, It is Dragon speak, which can cause many things to happen. I can jump to different points, run fast, domesticate wild beasts, burn my enemies and more.” Lirla looked directly into Levin’s eyes “What do you think this dream means?” She asked him.

 

[jack80]

Levin sat back for a moment. He was disappointed, to say the lease, that he was not the center of her dreams. But he did have to conceade that it might be important to her. He took a sip of the Royas drink, and looked at her in the eyes.

"I think it means you have been chosen. For what, by Oblivion I do not know. But I do think it means that maybe you are the Dragonborn. Even though you said you weren't. Some part of you is remembering something... or seeing the future? We could ask the local Mage about it. He's up in the Jarl's keep up on the hill. Dragonreach I believe they call it. He could have some answers."

He took another sip of the Royas and nodded his head in pleasure. "Hhhm, this is good. What is in this stuff?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Royas is made from a seed from the Royas plant. Once the seed is ripened, it is picked. The seeds are then roasted; temperatures are varied, which changes the flavor of the drink … more roasting more bitter … less a milder flavor. Usually the seeds are then ground and brewed to create the Royas drink.”

Lirla took another sip and said nothing for a while; she was just looking out the window.

Levin finally asked “What are you thinking about now?”

Lirla looked back at him. “Before I tell you, promise me, you will not get all weird on me?”

Levin shook his head back and forth “Nope, can’t promise”

She sighed she should have known his answer. “Ok but if I detect one bit of weirdness I’m out of here!” she said then she reached over and placed her hand on his hand. “I was thinking about you. Last night … I wanted … I wanted to be with you. Be with you in your bed. But I thought you’d think I was too easy. I’m not you know … I’ve been with a few men but not many … I think I’m kind of picky actually.” Lirla clarified.

Levin laughed “And I thought if I pushed … you’d think I was a cad. We both wanted to be together and each of us over thought the situation. Hey let’s skip breakfast and go back to bed!”

Lirla brought her hand to his face and leaned over and kissed him slow and passionately. As they separated she whispered “You’re starting to act weird … I’m going to bug out” She threatened.

Levin smiled “Ok … skip that brilliant idea … shall we go to the local Mage at Dragonreach or start heading to Dragon Bridge where the fort is near?”

“I pick dragon bridge … the meeting with the mage can wait until we are back” Lirla declared then smiling at Levin said “Plus I like making love in the outdoors …much sexier!”

“Now who is acting all weird?” Levin shot back.

They ate breakfast and then Lirla needed a few items at the market. But it did not take long and they were off hiking back into the wilderness. Again the scenery was out of this world as the steep mountain provided beautiful views and viewing points.

 

[jack80]

Skyrim was full of trees, plains, lakes, mountains, and all kinds of creatures and beasts. As long as Levin and Lirla kept to the paths and roads, they should be alright.

Of course that was the plan, and plans hardly ever worked out.

Two mammoths waltz into view further up the path. Escorted by at least a 12 foot tall Giant. The large humanoid wore a skirt made of fur, and had a huge wooden club upon it shoulders. It so far had not seen them. Keeping an eye on its small herd.

"Giants." Levin said as he stopped Lirla. "Great... dumb brutes are over-protective of the cheese and mammoths. We will have to go around."

Lirla gave him a look. "I think we can handle one Giant." She said with a smirk and an evil twinkle in her eye.

"Are you sure about that." Levin asked his beautiful companion. As much as he had enjoyed their walk so far, he did not look forward to taking on a Giant, even with her skills in magic.

"Is Levin frighten of one lil Giant." She smirked again.

"Madam, I assure you, I am not frighten... and now he sees us." He said as the beady eyes of the brute looked straight at them. "Great, if we walk slowly away..."

But Lirla wasn't paying attention to him as she walked right up to the over-sized man with a peanut for a brain. "And now lets get smashed by his over-sized club. Sigh. The things I do for beautiful women."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Giants are very powerful. They are super strong, and one blow will kill a human sized creature. So why was Lirla approaching the giant? One no knew but Lirla … Maybe it was so she could use her catchy one liner joke …

"Fee-fi-fo-fum, this Giant is pretty dumb!" She said back towards Levin

She faced the giant again as she continued to get closer “Good Giant … my friend and I are traveling towards Dragon Bridge … at present ... the path takes us directly through your herd … do you mind if we traverse through your herd?” She asked the giant in a most polite fashoin.

The first thing that an outside observer would note in this situation was the size difference between the thin sexy but strong Lirla … and the massive giant. The giant must have been twice her size. Muscles bulged as he turned towards her. His body capable of easily overpowering her and smashing her like a bug.

The second thing the observer would note was the giant’s face. It was a picture of pure violence and hatred. No species were allowed close to his herd. And the fury present in the face of the pissed off Giant was impressive. If Lirla had any common sense she would have turned and fled. But she did not … she just kept walking toward the monster.

Finally, a very careful observer would have noted one more thing. In the eyes of the giant besides the anger … was confusion. The giant was trying to figure out what the word “traverse” meant. This small delay saved Lirla life … as it took a few seconds before the giant’s lips, curled back over his white teeth … he let out a terror-inducing primal, scream and rushed to attack Lirla.

It only took him two bounds of his powerful legs to close the distance between them. But that small time delay meant he was not quit in the right position. So when the ferocious Giant slammed his club down trying to crush the female elf into a flat pancake, Lirla had just enough room to quickly spin out of the way and leap over the giant’s club as she delivered a flying heavy roundhouse punch straight to the side of the giant’s head. This attack took the giant completely by surprise … as his head rocked to the side.

It had been a good plan by Lirla … except for one little problem. Her metal glove covered fist was no match to the hard head of a giant. The blow really only served to piss off the giant. As Lirla landed on the ground shaking her fist hand “By Oblivion that hurt!” She said …as the giant turned on her.

 

[jack80]

Levin grimaced. Lirla was something else. She was made of much more sturdier stuff then most people Levin had met. He liked that in her. Though taking a Giant on all by herself was not of the greatest of ideas. And Levin didn't think jumping in would be a good one either. But that is what he did.

Charging around from the side, he came to the Giant's feet as Lirla punched it, realizing afterwards that its head was almost like stone, he chuckled. "I say go for the hamstrings my dear. Works better then trying to get though their thick skulls!" He swiped with his sword and dagger at the creature's ankles, barely cutting though the leather-like skin, but hearing a nice roar from the giant as he did.

Levin should have moved right then, but he was looking for Lirla and that almost proved to be his downfall. The giant kicked back with his foot, sending Levin flying towards the mammoths. And just like the Giant, they were not at all peaceful at his presence as he landed and rolled in front of them. "Oh great... ouch. Now tusks and blubbers are in on this." He shouted as he picked himself, aching all over and tried avoid the charge from the Mammoths. He barely got out of their way as they went by him, the ground shaking with their advance.

"We may have bitten off more then we can chew here. I hope you got some neat tricks locked away." Levin shouted as he charged one of the Mammoths and grabbed onto its woolly hair and started to climb up on it. Yeah.. not the bright idea here either.