The Elder Scrolls Quest #8

>>782708
>>Stay and keep watching the fight

>>782725
This.

You had to be unpredictable. They most likely knew you would rush to Whitemane and Selas so they must have someone outside waiting for you. They wanted to trap you in here and catch you when you attempt to escape. That's not going to happen, if you want to help Whitemane or Selas you need to stay alive. You kept yourself seated and calm. You watched the fight and surveyed your surroundings carefully. Most exits were completely open. You would have jumped into the arena and dealt with the Breton yourself but you're pretty sure he expects you to. You didn't like this; feeling trapped like a fish in a barrel made you feel helpless.

You remained seated and watched how the Breton fought. He used a sword and shield to tactfully wear down his opponent. Often times you saw the Breton bash his shield against his opponent, causing the Argonian to stagger and fumble back. Unfortunately for the Breton, the Argonian was quite slippery and managed to dodge each finishing blow the Breton attempted to deliver. The Breton was quite the showman; he would raise his arms and bellow a mighty roar each time he knocked down his opponent, causing the crowd to cheer.

You felt a slight sharpness in your back, another at your sides. Suddenly you realized you were surrounded.

"Make any sudden moves, and your life ends here." you heard a whisper directly in your ear, it was clear despite the loud cheers.
"Where is the Horn?" you heard the the voice say.
"What do you want with it?" you snarled
"That is none of your concern, where is the Horn?" the voice became more frustrated and the sharpness you felt in your flanks was growing.
"Tell me what I want to know, and I'll tell you what you want to know. A fair trade, no?"
"Very well. A man deserves to know what he will be dying for. We need the Horn to weaken an army."
"That is obvious, but which army do you wish to weaken."
"The one bearing the dragon in the diamond."
"The Imperial Legion? Who in Oblivion are you?"
"The Horn. Now!" the blades were practically piercing through your skin now.

>Tell them where the Horn is
>Resist and fight
>Negotiate
>Write-In

>>782803
I feel like we should lie to them like we left the horn in the imperial city or something but then again they probably know... I say fight might as well go out like a true orc

>>782803
>A man deserves to know what he will be dying for.
Um, so they are gonna kill us anyway? Time to take a hit and heal up later.
> resist and run
Dive forward over some heads, try use the crowd and any guards to your advantage as you run away.

Your Imperial blood told you to talk this out, be civilized and tactful. Your Orcish spirit told you to rip and tear them apart. You lunged forward and gripped the knives at your sides. The knives cut through your hands but you couldn't feel the pain, you were in the moment. You knew the blade behind you was ready to cut through your back so you stood and turned after throwing down the two knives in your hands. Your hands were bloody but you didn't care, you grabbed the head of the man behind you and slammed it on the chair you sat on. You grabbed the two men at your sides and smashed their faces with your meaty fist. People were now cheering for you and the Breton who was in the Arena began climbing the arena walls trying to reach you. People were backing away from you and the incoming Breton. You slowly mended your flesh preparing to fight the Breton as you pulled your blade. Its Nordic design flashing in the gleam of the bright torches and magickal spotlights surrounding the arena. If you wanted to escape, you would have to make an opening through this Breton.

>Charge the Breton
>Hold your ground
>Wait for him and time a strike
>Write-In

>>782979
>>Wait for him and time a strike
Why is he climbing up to us?
He mad we stole his spotlight?

Rolled 1 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

You have to calm your blood lust; it will get you killed if you're not careful. Now is the time to be tactful, not with words but with steel. You wait for the Breton to charge at you so you can time a strike as you dodge out of the way. You will use his momentum against him and hopefully make quick work of him. You need to get out of here now.

The Breton is quickly making his way to you, his vicious grin closing in on you. His sword isn't primed yet but his shield is up; looks like he's going to try and bash you.

roll d20+5

>>782985
He is part of the unknown faction looking for the artifact you hold. He was put there to ensnare you in the ring.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>783012

>>783016
Lucky for you the Breton didn't look much when you strafed to the right and slashed his side with your blade. His main protection became his main distraction. The Breton was on his knees screaming from the sudden pain and you began to run. You needed to get to Whitemane's house as soon as possible. You turned corners and kept to the dark for fear of meeting more of these cultists.

Thankfully, no one on the streets had heard or seen much of the commotion happening in the arena and you managed to get away rather quickly. Even the guards weren't giving chase, meaning you had a bit of a wider window to move anonymously for now. You made it to Whitemane's house when you saw several of the cultists surrounding the building. 4 of them. All armed with blades but lacking in armor. It was a lighter build of armor, meant for mobility rather than stopping power. Those blades would not be able to pierce or dent your armor thankfully, but your head was exposed from the lack of a helmet. You reckon Selas and Whitemane aren't in trouble yet, but they will be if you don't act fast.

>Attack head on
>Wait for an opening
>Pick them off one by one
>Call for Selas and Whitemane
>Write-In

>>783089
>Pick them off one by one

>>783089
>Pick them off one by one
And call for Selas to put the heat on them from the rear.

>>783089
>>Pick them off one by one

>>783147
this too actually

You had to be sneaky this time around. If what they did at Dushnik-Yal is anything to go by, then these people won't rely on their blades. You snuck past them and found yourself behind the house. It was simple for you to begin climbing up the window sills and into the house. You didn't actually go in, you loudly whispered for Selas. You were surprised to see him get up and come to the window.

"What in Azura's name are you doing, Bentius?"
"No time to explain, I need you to position yourself near the front window and engulf the men in the gold armor in flames. There's about four of them, I'll pick them off while you distract them. Wake Whitemane up as well, he shouldn't fight yet but he also should be on his guard."

You began to climb down silently so as to not make any loud noises. You found it difficult to be silent with your clunky iron but the bottom padding of your boot made it somewhat quieter.

You positioned yourself to strike against the man furthest from the group. You waited on Selas to send the first of his hell flames but you didn't hear or see anything. You waited some more minutes and still nothing. Beginning to get impatient you snuck up on the man furthest from his group and covered his mouth as you plunged a blade into his back. You were quick to catch his blade with your hand after leaving yours planted into his back. His hands were thrashing as they didn't know where to go. He needed to scream to alert the others but he also needed to take the sword of his back. Instead, the man settled for dying and you watched as his eyes slowly went blank. You carefully placed his corpse on the ground so as to not make any noise and continued on to the other 3.

It was then that a sudden flash of light filled your eyes and you saw all three of the cultists kicking down the door to Whitemane's house. You rushed inside and dragged the last cultist backwards as you repeated the same maneuver from your last victim on this one. It was then that you witnessed why Whiteman was blood kin. He raised a mighty axe swung it diagonally across. It was a gruesome sight that lay before you. One corpse lacked a head and an entire arm. The other lacked both shoulders, a head, and an arm. Even with the armor Whitemane's axe managed to butcher the two men in one blow.

"We go now. I know of a place where they won't find us." Whitemane said, his face bloody and grim.

Selas appeared into view from behind Whitemane holding the Horn, "We know what to do with this. We have to follow him, Bentius."

You nodded as the three of you ran into the dark alleys leaving a subtle trail of blood. You were out of the city quickly after taking the city sewers. You found yourself outside the city in the night; the night sky was lit up with the many stars and the colossal moons above.

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You walked for a few hours before Whitemane became tired and you had to set up a small camp. Thankfully there was a nearby cave where you set up a makeshift camp. You gave your bed up to Whitemane for him to sleep in since you'd be on watch duty. It'd been a while since you had sleep but you found that it didn't bother you, spending so much time outdoors and surviving had made you much more energetic and enduring. You could go days without sleeping, eating, and drinking. The coast was clear enough and you decided to rest for a bit. Your two partners would be waking soon and you'd be off. There was a strange serenity in this situation, running from death and camping outside the cities. It's almost like being back home. You fell into a deep sleep with the sounds of the wild lulling you.

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>>783297
Thank you for running.

>>783297
gratis for running

>>783297
Nice thread see you next time