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The Hero and the Handmaiden	By : xjoedirtx Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 4971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Aria
The Countess was sleeping, despite the roughness of the road. Her carriage was light, and the stones in the road caused it to lightly jump around frequently. It caused Aria to be unable to sleep. Not that she would normally be sleeping this early, since the sun had just gone down. Countess Caro, and her other handmaiden, Frieda, were fast asleep.
Aria was a young Breton girl, just barely nineteen, with short brown hair that hung halfway down her neck, and fair skin. She normally wore a burgundy-colored top with a matching skirt around the castle, however when traveling between Chorrol and Leyawiin with the Countess she wore a blue skirt cut to just barely below her knees, and a blue woolen shirt. The Countess wanted her handmaidens to be comfortable on the long journey to visit her mother. Aria’s counterpart, Frieda, was a Redguard woman in her mid thirties. She wore an outfit similar to Aria’s, however hers was red, and she had her black hair in a ponytail that ran down to between her shoulders. Countess Caro, an Imperial woman of nobility, wore her brown hair down when she slept, and instead of her green dress and doublet, wore a white gown to sleep in.
The inside of the carriage was elegant, yet simple. There were curtains on the front, back, and left-hand side walls, and on the right was the door. The curtains were white, with golden lace around the edges. The curtain in the front was thin enough to see the silhouettes of the two guards, Moran and Soloman, that sat on the seat and commanded the horses pulling the carriage due to the lantern that was posted on the front right corner on the outside.
“Soloman, how much longer until we reach Leyawiin?” Aria asked in her quiet voice. She was always quiet, however she did speak her mind when necessary. Most people hated it, especially noble types, although Aria didn’t care much for them. However, the Countess thought it was entertaining.
“Just a couple of hours,” replied Soloman in a gruff voice that fit his Nordic heritage. “We’re just a mile north of Blankenmarch.”
“Shouldn’t we make camp soon?” asked Aria, with concern in her voice.
“Nonsense,” answered Moran. The Redguard man spoke in a cool and confident tone. “We’re not far from Leyawiin, and we should be there soon. There’s no need to stop.”
Aria suddenly remembered something. “But Moran, what about the gates into Oblivion that have been opening up recently? Do you think it is wise to put the life of Countess Caro in danger if we come across one before we arrive?”
She saw the silhouette shake its head. “Not possible. Aside from the one that opened in front of Kvatch, they’ve only been reported in remote areas of the countryside, far from roads and settlements. We’ll be fine.”
“And besides,” added Soloman, “if we do run into any Daedra, I’ll plant my axe straight into their skulls! Mahahaha!”
“I hope you’re as good as you believe,” joked Aria. In the back of her mind, however, she still held a bit of worry.

Damien

Damien sat on a small dead log in front of the fire of his campsite. Tayla, his Anvil white horse, rested on the ground nearby. She was lightly grazing on the swamp grass, although Damien couldn’t see how anyone, even an animal, could enjoy the wet foliage. He poked at the fire with a tree branch that was about half the length of his arm to stir up the flames. A stone sat in the center of the small blaze, with a cut of venison from a deer that he had killed earlier in the day on top of it. It was his dinner, along with a bit of bread and a piece of cheese that he had wrapped in somnalius leaves, which were surprisingly good at preserving food. However, with the humidity of the swamp he hoped that the food hadn’t gone moldy.
Damien was an Imperial, standing almost six feet tall, and in his mid-twenties. He had black hair that was straight until it reached the ends, which had subtle waves to them, reminiscent of his father’s, which grew over the standard-issue legion headband he still wore, even though he was four years out of the Legion. He had a darker tint to his skin then most Imperials, however nowhere near as dark as a Redguard. Since the sun had just gone down, he was still wearing his leather armor, with a brown hood pulled back. Although he formerly fought for the legion, his thin slim body was more suited for light, plated armor over the thick and heavy Legion gear.
The campsite was simple. Since Damien was always on the move these days, he had to keep his possessions to a minimum. He had a small, light canvas tent that would barely fit two people, however he used the extra space for Tayla’s saddle and the small boxes that he attached to it which held his change of clothing, light set of elvish armor(except for the helm), a longsword of elvish design, and a small amount of gold and supplies. Leaning against his tent were the ebony bow and quiver full of arrows which, apart from eating and sleeping, he always had on his person. His campsite was on the western side of the Yellow Road, close to the water but still close enough to the road to continue his journey quickly. He preferred to stay out of the swamps for as long as possible. Tayla was a hardy horse, but with the weight of Damien and the possessions she carried, she frequently got stuck in the mud.
Damien stopped poking at the fire and set the stick down next to him. Content with the quality of the deer meat, he took an elven dagger from its scabbard at his side, stuck it into the meat, and placed it onto a flat stone he had washed in the river. He took a fork from the box carrying his supplies, as well as the bread and cheese, and a carrot for Tayla. Just as he suspected, the bread and cheese had began to grow mold on them. He used his hands to tear open the bread, and discovered that it grew not just on the outside, but the inside as well.
“Just damn great,” he angrily sighed, tossing the bread and cheese into the forest for a rat or mud crab to find. He turned to Tayla and tossed the carrot in front of her, which she began to eat merrily, whinnying.
“Don’t worry, Tayla.” he said with a smile. “We’re gonna be in Leyawiin tomorrow. You’ll have a nice stable to stay in, eating hay and carrots and apples instead of swamp grass.” He turned back to his venison. “And I’ll be able to sleep in a nice, warm inn, with a bed and a good bottle of mead.”
Damien took a bite of his venison to taste it, and after realizing it was cooked just right, he sliced it into bits and ate them. When he was finished, the moon was high in the sky, it must have been near midnight. He got up to go change for bed, when he heard a rustling in the bushes to the north of his camp. Tayla heard it too, and immediately stood up on all hooves, neighing loudly.
Still standing outside his tent, Damien quickly grabbed his bow and nocked a single arrow on its string, crouching down and drawing it back to its maximum length. He aimed into the bushes, holding his fire and watching carefully. After a minute or two, he called out “Who’s there!? Show yourself!”
Nobody answered, and Tayla showed signs of calming down. Damien, who was a woodsman as well as a soldier, slowly eased the string of his bow back into its still position, placed the arrow back into its quiver and the bow against the tent, drew his dagger, and crouched, slowly approaching the bushes.
When he got behind them, he found three sets of footprints, each leading east towards the road. They were deep, as if the people were crouching, trying to not be seen or heard.
Villagers wouldn’t be out this late, he thought to himself. Too many dangers in the swamps. Will o wisps, land dreughs, even trolls this close to Veyond. He decided to follow the tracks and investigate further.
Damien stood up, walked back to his campsite, slung the bow and arrows across his back, and took another carrot out of his supplies for Tayla. He then focused his mind, and used his skills in conjuration magic to summon an Auroran to guard his campsite. Using his magicka, he caused a small hole to open in the air in front of him, red and orange sparks emitting from it. Through the portal he could see into the Colored Rooms of the Daedra lord Meridia. Through the portal stepped a human-like being, clad from head to toe in golden armor and wielding a golden battleaxe. The being knelt down before him as the portal closed.
“The Lady of Infnite Energies has sent me forth to do your bidding, mortal,” spoke the being in a metallic, alien voice. “What would you have me do?”
“I need you to guard this place from attack while I investigate a disturbance nearby,” answered Damien. “Do not attack those that wander nearby, only those who invade this camp. I will be back soon.”
The Auroran stood and nodded. “As you wish. I shall guard it for as long as you require.”
Damien nodded, and took off in a crouch along the tracks.

Aria

After her brief conversation with the two guards, Aria began to slowly drift in and out of sleep. During one of her brief spells of sleep, she dreamed of being in a room in the castle in Leyawiin. It wasn’t her room, since it was more up-scale. However, she recognized it as one of the guest rooms. She was standing near the doorway inside, with the door closed and locked behind her. She faced the bed, which was directly across from the door. To the right of the bed was a small night table, and beside that was a clothes cabinet. To the left of the bed, further away and against the wall, was a desk. But she wasn’t interested in that. She was more interested in the man standing between the bed and the desk.
He was taller than her, with black hair that waved at the ends, and a headband just below his hairline. She moved towards him, wearing the clothes she wore now. She spoke, but couldn’t understand the words that came out. The same happened when the man spoke. Before she understood what was going on, she reached for the bottom of her top and lifted it up and over her body, and proceeded to bend over and remove her skirt. She stood there wearing a set of matching blue cotton panties and bra. She spoke again, still not understanding the words, and moved closer to the man, stopping just inches in front of him. He closed the distance, and he began to caress her body, and kiss her gently.
Just as he reached for the clasp of her bra, she woke up, confused. Aria was startled by the dream, but in a good way. She felt like she was safe in the dream. But what really startled her was the way it seemed real, including the wetness she could now feel building up behind her panties. She could only attribute it to her thoughts of the man standing before her in the dream. Aria had never been with a man before, but what she felt didn’t seem like what she had heard from the other women in the castle. Their stories of sexual encounters with their husbands sounded rough, hard, and insensitive. But what she felt was soft and caring. The man’s hands were rough, but it felt good against her soft skin.
Remembering this made her slide her right hand down into her skirt, over her panties. She could feel her wetness beginning to get into her panties, soaking them. Aria slowly began to slide her fingers up and down the center of her panties, sending waves of pleasure up her body and making her lightly squirm. She looked to see if the other two women were still asleep, which they were. She then slid her left hand under her shirt and up to her breasts, which weren’t large, but still had sufficient size to enthrall a majority of the men in Leyawiin.
She rubbed and pinched her left nipple while simultaneously moving the middle of her panties to the side with her right hand. She slid one finger in slowly, until it she reached the base of it. She began to gently finger herself, feeling the waves of pleasure grow into bursts which became more powerful the longer she masturbated. Because of the two men sitting just outside on the carriage, she had to bite her lower lip to stifle her moans. She had never had sex before, but she was glad that the castle walls were thick, because when she masturbated she liked to moan out loud. That wasn’t the case this time, and she negated her vocal outbursts.
Aria went on like this for a good five minutes. She was nearing her climax, when suddenly the carriage stopped. She heard Moran and Soloman begin to speak, and she removed her hands from her shirt and panties.
“What the hell is that?” asked Moran.
“I don’t know,” replied Soloman. “I’ve never seen anything like it before. It looks dead, but just to be sure..”
Suddenly, Aria felt the carriage lift up gently, a sign that Soloman had gotten his large Nordic body off of it. She could hear his heavy footsteps marching away slowly.
“Be careful, Soloman,” cautioned Moran. “It might be a..”
“TRAP!!” screamed Soloman. “IT’S A-”
Before he could finish, he began to make a gargling sound, as if he was being choked by something. Soloman’s screams had already woken Countess Caro and Frieda, but Moran still opened the curtain and shouted into the carriage.
“Ma’am, lock the door! Don’t let them ge-”
An arrow suddenly pierced his throat, sending blood into the carriage and onto Aria and the Countess. Countess Caro began to scream in fear, while Frieda dove for the lock. Before she could reach it, the door was flung open, and before them stood two Argonians wearing leather armor, aiming nocked bows into the carriage, directly at Frieda and Aria.
“Don’t dare move,” the one on the right whispered in his low, serpentine voice. “We don’t care about you two, so we’ll kill you without hesitation. We want the Countess. Do as we say, and you will live.”
Aria, Frieda, and the Countess nodded, and exited the carriage one by one. The Argonians closed the door and had them line up against the side of it.
“What do you want from us?” asked the Countess. “We don’t carry gold, if that’s what you’re after.”
“We don’t want your money,” said a hissing voice from the shadows. Aria looked to her right and saw another Argonian, donning black leather armor, and a black hood, step forward from the shadows. “We are here to bring the Countess to Blackrose, in Argonia, to face trial for crimes committed against the peaceful Argonian citizens living in Leyawiin.”
“You call those lizards peaceful!?” shouted the Countess. “They are nothing but filthy bandits and thieves! They come to our province for nothing but to rob the innocent citizens of the Empire, and they deserve the harshest punishments possible.”
Aria, although normally one to speak up, always decided against it when it came to the Countess’ views on the beast folk living around Leyawiin. She figured her well-being was more important in that case than her opinion. This time, she again held her tongue.
The Countess turned to face the hooded Argonian, who was obviously the leader. “Kidnapping me will not go unanswered. You will be tracked and immediately killed, and your country invaded and destroyed by the Legion!”
The leader slapped her across the face. “You underestimate our abilities, and overestimate your Legion. We will be deep into the marshes before your kind discover you are missing.”
One of the Argonians had been pacing near Aria, sniffing into the air as if he were looking for a specific scent. He began to lower his nose, and walk towards Aria. She started to shake lightly in fear.
“Hey boss,” chimed the Argonian, “this one smells like she is ready for mating, hehe.” Aria started to quiver even more, and she began sweating.
The leader shook his head. “Always the conquerer, Jeel-zean. Take her into the carriage, and make it quick.”
“No!! No!!” screamed Aria as the Argonian named Jeel-zean opened the door, grabbed her arms, and began to try to force her into the carriage. She struggled and fought against him, kicking and knocking him back. In anger, he punched her in the side of the head, knocking her onto the ground. She shouted in pain.
“I like a good fight,” growled the Jeel-zean. “Looks like I’ll have to do this right here on the ground then.”
“No, please!” shouted Aria. “Don’t!”
Jeel-zean began to undo the belt holding his leather greaves up, but before he could fully take it off, an arrow pierced the center of his chest. He clutched the arrow, his face contorting in pain, and fell to the ground, dead. The Argonian leader turned to where the arrow came from, but was met with an arrow straight through the eye. He fell, instantly killed. The third Argonian fired an arrow in the direction the two came from, then turned to run, but not before an arrow struck him in the side. He screamed in pain, but continued running.
Countess Caro and Frieda turned to face the direction the arrows came from, and saw an Imperial man step out from behind a tree, coming in their direction. Aria got up into a sitting position, still holding her head. When she looked to see what the others saw, her heart jumped. It was the man from her dream.
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