20demayo Chapter 109: Chapter L: The Night of the Purge
Chapter 109: Chapter L: The Night of the Purge
Chapter 109: Chapter L: The Night of the Purge
To most residents of the Solitude sprawl, tonight was just another morndas, the Morning Star chill covered the entirety of the walled district and most busied themselves finding any warmth they could. There were rumors of another Orcish rampage, and apparently, some mage showed up to the Brotherhood to browbeat them or something but no one really cared.
One group, however, was burdened with a task far more important. The Brotherhood of Tsun were all rushing about like their asses were on fire in preparation for the operation, as the grouchy mage that brought the King's edict called it.
Most warriors of the Brotherhood didn't know what to think of the imperious elf, on the one hand, he was a complete cunt, something which upon overhearing he merely laughed at, and on the other he came to them like a messenger from Stendarr himself, offering them redemption.
Plans were made and allies were called upon, mostly different religious groups and family alliances that banded together to survive the sprawl, but refused to bow to the Brotherhood before today. Naturally, when their leaders were informed of their upcoming liberation they immediately pledged their meager forces to the King's cause.
And so it came to be that close to a thousand Nord warriors, aided by a number of fighters of lesser repute, charged into the sprawl as one, spreading themselves in a coordinated assault that could only be performed by great war veterans like them.
At the same time, a bright explosion of sunlight was launched into the night sky, signaling the King's forces to enter the district and begin the pacification.
The first groups fell without much resistance, only the desperate dared live on the border of the Brotherhood's domain after all. As they either put them to the sword in the case of the unredeemable ones, or captured in most other cases, the Brotherhood soon started facing off against the more numerous groupings.
Some Freemen leaders led counterassaults in their fury against the assumed 'thrall collectors' and were cut down. The deeper in they went the greater the opposition grew, the gangs and bands reacted with surprising alacrity for a bunch of slum dwellers, so much so that some of their leaders were found with a bolt in their eyes or necks where they proved too resistant to the assault.
The fighting was soon forced to slow down, as pushing too quickly would result in panic spreading everywhere and ruin the entire point of the operation.
Oddly enough the Massifs weren't at all reacting, scouts reported some kind of movement in their territory around the warehouses and 'cattle pens' but no movement otherwise.
Helm took this as an opportunity and redirected his assault into their territory, making a beeline with his own personal honor guard toward the fortified mansion that the Massif himself lived in.
He was met with little resistance as he realized that there was infighting happening among the higher-ups of the organization and they were too busy killing each other or pillaging the stores of skooma.
While that was going on, inside an inn that served as the Freemen's headquarters a meeting of the remaining leaders was taking place.
(Inside the Free Man's Delight)
A tall Orc snarled as he pushed a thin-looking Breton onto the floor "I don't care why they are coming Ignatius, the damn Brotherhood is after us like a bloodhound on a hunt!"
Ignatius dusts himself off and slowly gets up "Come off it Zarok, they are probably running low on food and decided to kill off some of their newbies, or 'train up the youngsters' as Nords call it."
An old, balding Nord scoffs in annoyance "Like you Bretons are any better, where does that fatso that keeps kidnapping the kids come from again?"
"Oh shu-"
A fist slamming into wood interrupts the Breton as Zarok barely keeps himself from smashing their heads in "Are the two of you dumbfucks retarded?!" the both of them flinch "We are under attack and you two idiots are still stuck trading barbs?!"
A deep laugh resounds through the whole inn as the shadows in an abandoned corner of the room coalesce into the form of a robed elf, no one dares say a thing as their instincts suddenly scream at them to either flee or submit.
The tall Mer ceases his laughter and speaks in an almost demonic voice "To think we have reached such a point that an Orc would be the sensible one."
The leaders collect themselves quickly and Zarok pulls out his mace "And who in oblivion are you twig!?"
"Now that isn't very nice." he shakes his head "I worked really hard for these muscles" he pretends to flex through his robes.
Everyone deadpans even through the aura of fear still pressing onto them, the elf clears his throat "Now I have come here with a lucrative offer for all of you."
The Orc narrows his eyes "And what is this offer?"
He spreads his arms, as if about to offer them the world "You all lay down your weapons, surrender your groups to the oncoming Brotherhood, and inform me where you keep all your ill-gotten gains. In return, I will not end your pathetic lives."
"Ha!" Zarok snorts "HAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh, you are good."
The old Nord slowly got up from his seat in what was supposed to look ominous and stoic, but just turned out comical due to the man's age "Young whippersnappers like you think they are the shit these days." his mouth spreads into a toothless grin "I think it is time you were taught a lesson on challenging a mage like me!"
'Whut?' Reyvin was stunned for a moment 'Did he actually not see me enter?'
A somewhat respectable adept level blizzard spell forms in the Nord's hand extremely slowly as he cackles like a madman "It took me two decades to master this spell, but ever since I did no one dared talk to me like that, you won't be the first!"
following the trail of smashed pottery and dropped coins.
Davos chuckles "It is almost like an invitation."
We round another corner and notice what I think is an ogre for a moment, but turns out to just
be an obese Breton, dragging as much gold and other luxuries behind him while sweating like
a pig.
Davos actually flinches "Dear Webweaver that is disgusting."
Webweaver? Is that some kind of Dunmer thing? I frown at the fat man now staring at us
fearfully.
He speaks in a dead tired voice "Pl-pleahse leth me gho, I whill give you ghold." even his
voice sounds fat as he begs.
Davos shivers in disgust "You want this one?"
I am not going anywhere near that! I quickly shake my head. "Aight" He nods and points his palm at the man, what is he- a gout of fire flows out of Davos'
palm and covers the Breton in an instant, the man even squeals like a pig as he dies.
This time I do throw up. "Sorry about that kid." I heard Davos say, sounding genuinely apologetic.
I cough out the last bit of bile "Couldn't you have just shot him!?" I hiss, barely holding
myself from strangling the cunt.
He scratches his head nervously "Umm, ran out of bolts..."
"Noble fucking retainer my ass." I snort.
He simply chuckles.
I get up from my kneeling position and turn to him "And since when were you a mage?"
He gives me an amused look "Boss taught me like a month ago."
I blink "He actually teaches magic to his servants?"
Davos nods "Yeah, has a bard brat as his student too, probably you now as well."
Why? "Why would he teach me anything?"
He shrugs "You will just have to ask him that." he then mutters "Kid's not even twenty and
he's already mad like the rest of them I swear..."
My eyes widen "He is what?!"
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