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The Tenth Hold	By : Singalmo Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 23706 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Over the course of the night, the weather had worsened into a raging storm. The wards that Seved had placed about the keep were helping, but he knew they would only do so much. With the help of Geriald and Valdrid, Seved built up a tightly packed snow wall which would help to lessen the wind in the spot that his horse had chosen to take shelter. It would be likely that other animals might seek shelter there, but so long as they did not attack anything then he did not mind. Several times during the storm he went out to unbury the well so that they could still get water. Snow piled up outside and Seved used it to build a second, smaller wind and snow wall to make a shelter for the horse. Raj had raised concern for the prisoners about the snow piling up against the door in that hallway. Seved told him not to worry and to let the snow cover that door. It would be harder to unbury, and with it blocked, no wind could get through the hallway. Only the main entry would need clearing and since the door opened inward that would be easier.

Inga made a simple but tasty broth which she and Eradil fed to the prisoners. This served the important function of keeping them fed and also warming their bodies to keep them from freezing as the cold cut through the hallway. Seved also felt that the simple reassurance of food and water would likely make them easier to tame. Raj and Slither would only answer one request for the prisoners, that being the request for water. Water was far more important. Food for Seved and company was decidedly heartier. After all, to the victor go the spoils.

Despite being settled in for the duration of the blizzard, Seved maintained the power by not showing an ounce of weakness to his prisoners. Raj and Slither continued their gentle torment of the women and then added the men to their routine. They were rather amused at the swearing from the commander and were only too happy to make him choke out those curses around a cock.

Inga took a clean piece of cloth from one of the more tattered Thalmor banners and the golden cord which had hung from its side and made a simple loincloth of them for Eradil. It seemed to Seved, and to the others, that it looked better on him than it had on the wall. Eradil’s ready agreement caught them off guard and Avulstien gently pressed the issue. The boy shrugged as he gave his response.

“I never agreed with the Thalmor. Most Altmer don’t, actually. They are a vocal minority, and exceptionally lucky. I never wanted to be counted among them, but alas, I am my father’s oldest son. I had no say in what I chose to do.”

The storm lasted for three days before finally clearing up. Seved loaded up what could be readily sold onto his horse and made ready to leave. Inga would depart with him and while the others were a little sad to see her go, they all knew how much she wanted to leave that keep far behind. She had mentioned family in Solitude and Seved gave her his word that he would get her home to them. As he urged his perhaps slightly overburdened horse onward, he offered a silent prayer to whoever would hear him to protect the keep and keep them all safe while he was gone.

He was a little sad to part with Inga, but the joyous reunion with her family did much to stir his heart to warmth. She had promised him that she would tell the truth of what the Thalmor had done to her. She had also promised to spread a few rumors that Seved had asked her to. Rumors that he hoped would bring more loyal followers, and men with heavy purses.

Once Inga was safely with her family, Seved set to work. He had to go about selling things carefully, through less than proper channels, considering where it had come from. An argonian in the Winking Skeever by the name of Gulum-Ei had been quite helpful in the sale of the goods, and was only too glad to help Seved purchase the supplies he needed and find a cart to hire which would help him transport all of said supplies.

As he helped to load up the cart, he did not feel quite right. He was sure that he was being watched and this did not sit well with him. He was understandably on edge when three men in armor quietly approached him.

“Who goes there?” Seved rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw as the men approached. They halted and looked around before one of them answered.

“Are you the man who brought Inga home?”

“I am... What of it?”

“Is it true? What they did to her?”

“Every word of it. She’s not the only one, I’m sure.”

“So you’ve taken the keep?”

“I have.”

“We want to go with you.” The men looked around again and Seved could tell that they were also on edge as their leader continued to speak. “If this is what they do to us, then we don’t want to be seen as their allies...”

“So...” Seved lowered his voice. “You’re deserters, then?”

“If we don’t go with you, we’ll have to go elsewhere. They’ll hang us if they find us in the city come morning.”

“Then help load the cart. You have horses?”

“Aye, we’ve got some horses waiting outside the gate, with yours.”

“Good. When we get there, let me do the talking.” The cart loaded and ready, they made for the gate. The driver was nervous, but trusted Seved. At least he seemed to. Perhaps he trusted Gulum-Ei more. The guards at the gate asked where they were off to with the supplies. Seved gave them a simple story about some excavation down in the Reach, a new place to mine silver. The guard wished him luck and then with that they were on their way. Well out of sight of any guards when they made the turn to the side road that would take them to Northwatch. Seved elected to take the shortcut up past the statue of Meridia. This would not be easy for the cart and it took all of them to get the thing both off and back onto the road. On level ground once more, Seved opened five bottles of mead, one for himself, one for the driver, and one for each of the three men with him. A little treat for a successful trip up the steep hill.

He looked up when he heard movement that was unfamiliar. He bade them all be quiet for a moment as he looked around. There, at the bottom of the hill they’d come up, taking the same shortcut, were three Thalmor agents, and a lone prisoner. Word must not have arrived that the keep had fallen yet. He filed that piece of information away for later. He set down his bottle and told everyone to keep still and quiet. He unslung the bow from his back and crouched down, creeping forward slowly. They had not yet seen him. He coated one arrow head in the poison he’d used at the keep and took aim. He breathed in, steadied his aim, held his breath.

He exhaled as he loosed the arrow and watched it sail on target, hitting the robed man. He crumpled to the ground, unable to move. The armored Thalmor, both women, drew their swords and looked around. He knew they would be on alert. He slid the bow back in place on his back and coated his sword in the poison. He crept forward and off to the side, slowly, carefully. He managed to get close to one of them and waited. One, two, three! He surged forward and swung low. The surprised woman had no time to react as his sword found the weak point in the side of her armor. It was not a deep wound, but it was enough for the poison to work. She crumpled almost instantly. The remaining woman could see him now and was ready for him. The two met each other in a flurry. She swung high and he ducked low and to the left, striking out at her exposed thigh as he went. Again he found purchase and the woman fell to the ground. He sheathed his blade and checked all three of them. They were still alive. Perfect. He looked to the stunned prisoner and smiled. It was an Imperial girl, just barely of age, and quite pretty.

“Come here, girl. I’ll get those binds off of you.” He smiled warmly as she approached, shaking. He rested his hand on her shoulder once she was loose. “Are you alright?”

“I... I think so. Who are you, stranger?”

“Seved Kron, Thane of Whiterun.” He checked her wrists to see how badly chafed they might be. He had an ointment that would help with the rope burn. “I have no love for the Thalmor.”

“I- I’m Vera. I’m from the Imperial city.” She swallowed and looked around. “Are... are they dead?”

“No, far from it. But they won’t be moving for a bit.”

“My... My parents were sending me to Helgen, to visit family, and maybe find a husband. I got stopped by the Thalmor at the border.” She shivered from the cold and Seved pulled his cloak from his back and wrapped it around her shoulders. He hissed at the mention of Helgen.

“I cannot promise you have family from there anymore, Vera... Helgen is gone...” He started to lead her toward the cart, his arm around her shoulders.

“G-gone?” Her eyes went wide.

“Destroyed by a dragon... I was there when it happened. Had a great view as the Imperials were about to cut off my head...”

“Where... where can I go?” She started to shake more and tears welled up in her eyes. Seved understood her fear. It was much the same as when his mother was killed, not knowing what to do. “They took everything... even my money...” Getting her back to Cyrodiil would be difficult. If the Thalmor were stopping people at the border, they would just capture her again.

“Come with us, Vera. I know a place you can go. You’ll be safe and warm. I’ll see if I can find your family and what happened to them.” His voice was like silk, a warm, honeyed tone that seemed to float through the air from his lips to her ears. He swore he heard a man chuckle with amusement somewhere behind him. The girl nodded and pulled the cloak tighter around herself. He helped her up onto the cart and gave her the rest of his bottle of mead. It would help to warm her up. Seved trotted back down the hill with leather strips in hand. He bound the three Thalmor and motioned to the other men to help drag them up the hill. He bound their wounds so they wouldn’t bleed all over the place and then asked for the three large rugs that he’d purchased. The men looked at him oddly.

“Wouldn’t it be better to let them die in the cold?” The driver tilted his head.

“And run the risk that one of them might live to tell someone? No, I have plans for them, plans that will be good for all of us. Them, perhaps not.” He grinned as he unrolled one of the rugs and started to roll up one of the Thalmor in it. “Once you know the way, and have a hefty sack of coin for the trouble, this may be a regular trip for you.” The other men followed his lead and helped to bind the rugs again, tight enough to secure them, but not so tight that the Thalmor inside would suffocate. They secured the load once more. The driver, finishing his mead, found strength to voice concern.

“You’ll bring the Thalmor down hard on Skyrim...”

“Exactly.” Seved grinned wickedly as he mounted his horse. “The more they send at me, the less they’ll have when it’s time to strike back.” The Imperial deserters began to share his grin.

“You plan to pay them back for the war?”

“For all of it. For that blasted concordat. My father didn’t die taking back the Imperial City to have his god taken away from him.”

“Seved, what if...” The driver hesitated before he continued. “What if I brought more of them to the keep?” He was beginning to get the picture.

“Spread the word, my friend.” Seved grinned widely. “Tell the people that the Jarl of Northwatch will pay handsomely for any Thalmor agents.” He paused a moment. “Only Thalmor agents. Altmer who live their lives in Skyrim peacefully should be left alone.”

“Skyrim belongs to the nords...”

“No.” Seved looked sternly at the man. “Ysgramor was an invader from Atmora. Most nords forget that.” He shook his head. “Tamriel belongs to any who would live in it peacefully. No matter what province it is. The Thalmor are the enemies of all of Tamriel. Altmer who live here peacefully are one thing. Those who are active agents are fair game for Northwatch.”

“What happens to them?” Vera finally spoke up again. Seved brought his horse over so he could face her properly.

“The Thalmor at Northwatch?” He watched as she nodded, waiting for his response. “What they deserve.” He smiled warmly. “I’ll explain on the way.”

The trip back took two days, and in that time Seved explained the finer points on how to tell the Thalmor apart from normal citizens. He also explained what was happening at the keep, and what he had planned. Vera, he could tell, was a little horrified, yet the way he had spoken of it, the silkiness of his own voice, and that bemused chuckle at the back of his mind reassured him. He could see the seeds of fascination sprouting in her mind. He definitely saw it in the men.

He flirted lightly with Vera as they spoke and he could see his flirtation having a definite affect on her. She was a very pretty girl. One of those striking Imperial beauties with the prominent nose, the deep, dark eyes, and black, shiny hair, like a raven’s feathers. She was just barely a woman, and while her breasts were a bit smaller than Seved normally liked, he knew she still had a little growing to do. Besides, her figure was well developed already. She had the classic Imperial figure that he’d seen so often in their art. Smaller breasts, wide hips and thighs, and a nice, sensual, round rump. Combined with her striking face, and those deliciously full lips, the kind you wanted to kiss for hours, she was the very definition of a Cyrodiilic beauty. Some sculptor or other would kill to have her for a muse. He would have to sample this girl. He wanted to see her olive skin wrapped in nothing but his furs, writhing softly with his touch, begging for him to come to bed and take her again, her body aching to be close to his.

Sight of the keep snapped him back to reality, along with a cold gust of wind. He smiled as he saw Raj and Slither up on the wall. Raj sprinted up to the wall over the gate and whistled a tune that floated through the air. Seved whistled it back to him. It was one they had agreed upon to recognize friend from foe. Seved would teach it to the three men with him, and to the driver as well. Harald was his name. They brought the cart in past the barricade and through the arch into the keep proper. Seved smiled to see that his followers had not been lazy over the week that he’d been gone. The snow was cleared and many of the old stones that had fallen had been shifted back into place and secured, parts of the broken walls rebuilt.

Seved introduced the men first, Antony, Mikal, and Stefen. Then he introduced Vera, who had said that she could cook for them. Slither helped her into the keep to find her better clothing and to show her where the mess hall was. Harald got down to help unload and gladly took the offer to spend the night at the keep and head out in the morning.

Under Seved’s instructions the cart was unloaded and while the rugs were placed in the main hall, nothing was placed on top of them. The jostling of the rugs awoke the prisoners inside and the muffled cries for help reinforced the fact that there was more to the rugs then there ought to be. By the time the unloading was finished, Vera had a hearty stew ready to eat. Thirteen people sat down and greatly enjoyed the meal. Pleased that she had done well, she promised to keep working hard in the kitchen and the men promised to keep bringing in good meat. As they ate, Thorald and Avulstein told Seved what they had been up to. They had managed to clear out a few more rooms and make them useable, mostly for storage space. They had also found a path that led deeper into the old parts of the keep underground, but they didn’t venture too far in after hearing some unpleasant noises. They’d secured the entrance to that section for now but it would likely need to be cleared of wildlife.

Bellies full, the group moved to the main hall. Seved grabbed the first rug and unrolled it, dumping out the robed Justicar onto the stone floor. He was startled and cursing. They laughed. He unrolled the second to reveal the first of the women, who squealed in terror as the rug was violently unrolled. Seved unrolled the third and this woman did not scream or curse, but grunted as she hit the floor and her helmet came loose. She shook her head and managed to sit up and get her bearings. Then, Eradil squeaked.

“Sister!” He rushed forward and knelt beside her, hugging her. “Sister you’re safe!” Needless to say, the woman was quite stunned at Eradil’s appearance. As was Seved at this reunion.

“Eradil?” She blinked. “What... What in Oblivion is going on here? Are you helping these... fiends?”

“Nil, don’t say that! You don’t know them yet! They’re not fiends. Besides, aren’t you glad to see me?” He pouted at her as any younger sibling would do to an older one.

“I... Eradil, of course I’m glad to see you. But, what-- what has happened? Is.. is this Northwatch?” She looked rather surprised and perhaps a little disgusted at that fact.

“Yes, Nil. They’ve taken it back from the Thalmor. It won’t be a bad place anymore.” He hugged her again, tighter this time. “Nil, they saved me... I tried to tell you what was going on, but... I don’t know if you got my letters.” He shook his head. “But it doesn’t matter now. I’m alright.”

“Eradil--” She looked at him and Seved could tell she saw something in the boy’s eyes. Her own began to well up with tears. Eradil ran his fingers through his sister’s hair. “Eradil, I never got any letters from you...” She looked around and saw the two covered racks. “What are they doing here?”

“Take a look for yourself.” Eradil hopped up and pulled the coverings away. There were the Captain and Interrogator of Northwatch, each still bound to the racks, naked, gagged, blindfolded. For a moment, the woman looked horrified.

“They didn’t... to you... did they?”

“No, not me.” He scurried back to her and knelt beside her again. “The commander would do nasty things, but he was horrid... All the men were. But they’ll all get theirs soon enough. I’m special.” He looked at her hopefully, smiling softly. “Will you be special, too?” The woman smiled at him.

“Oh, my dear little brother. I can see it now, what father hated in you so much... Dibella has blessed you. You should have been a priest.” She leaned into him as he hugged her again. “Sweet little Eradil...” After a few minutes she finally looked back up again and looked around. Then she looked right at Seved, recognizing the man who had fought and captured her. “You. I want to know what you are going to do to those women, my comrades, and this place.”

“I intend to break them.” Seved smirked, watching her. This was getting interesting. “I want them crawling and begging to be used. This place? I’m going to turn it into my hold... A safe place for vice to thrive without having to pollute the rest of Skyrim like it has in other provinces.”

“A brothel, then?” She smirked at him. “I find that appropriate.”

“If you’d like to call it that, yes.”

“My brother... you have not hurt him?”

“Only when we took the keep. He fought well to hold it. Other than that, no harm has come to him.”

“Father would be pleased to hear that, and I certainly am.” She nodded and took a long moment to consider the situation. She looked up again. “What is your name?”

“Seved Kron.”

“So you’re the one...” She nodded slowly and then a wicked grin crossed her face. “Brother, untie me. This man is far more honorable in his wickedness than those who call themselves righteous and are black as void salts.”

“What will you do if I untie you?” Eradil hesitated, watching his sister closely.

“I would like to pledge my sword to this man. I should have been a great commander back home, but our name came under suspicion and my commission was refused. These Thalmor ruin all they touch. I do not wish to be among them any longer.”

“You are a wise woman to take the opportunity to pledge yourself to the stronger side.” Seved grinned widely and nodded to the boy. He watched as the woman picked herself up slowly. She picked up her helmet and squared her shoulders. With all of the pride of the Altmer behind her, she strode confidently to him and kelt, head bowed.

“I, Nilvari of the house Sunstrider, do pledge my fealty, my sword, and my life to Seved Kron, Thane of Whiterun, Jarl of Northwatch. May his word rest upon my tongue. May his will be my own. This I do vow.” Seved smiled upon her as she spoke and he glanced around the room, gauging the response from the others. He saw the respect that she commanded so readily from them. This woman was a natural leader, meant to command scores of soldiers on the field. He nodded, knowing this decision would be a bit hard to stomach at first, but they would see his wisdom quickly.

“Then rise, Nilvari, and join your sword brothers. I name you First Sword of Northwatch.” He returned to her the exquisite Elven blade that he had taken from her just two days prior. She smiled proudly as she stood and secured the weapon at her side once more. She glanced over at her two former comrades and grinned at their shock and contempt.

“Bitch! You should be hanged for desertion!” The Justicar spat at her. She walked over to the two of them and first hauled the woman over, pulling off her helmet as she went.

“This one is a prudish little bitch.” She dropped the woman at Seved’s feet, smirking. “Thinks she’s better than the rest of the women in the cause. Fully devoted to the Thalmor. She thinks she’s clever.” Nilvari smirked. “She’s not. I hear her pleasuring herself when she thinks I’m asleep. I even watched her once. She didn’t know it, but I did.”

“NIL!!” The girl shrieked and blushed. Nilvari just laughed.

“Pants down and tunic hiked up, legs spread with one hand buried in your nethers and the other pinching your nipples? You don’t fool me.” She smirked and lightly nudged the woman with her foot, making her spin slowly on the stone floor. “You’re a slut, you know, sneaking into the men’s barracks, begging for five different men to fuck you senseless, including the Justicar over there.”

“Oh I think we’ll have plenty of things to stuff her with now.” Seved smirked and the room burst into laughter.

“Oh yes. And he spread her nice and wide two nights before you found us. They thought I was asleep while they went at it. She moaned like a common whore.”

“I did noooooot!” The woman whined and began to cry.

“She did so!” Vera piped up. “I couldn’t sleep, she was so loud!”

“And it’s what he likes to do. Get this one all hot and bothered and ready to be filled so he can warm up for the next female prisoner.” Nilvari strode over to the Justicar then and planted her foot on his chest. “You like to savage the women you sick bastard. You like them bound, helpless, and screaming. I’ve heard you say it so don’t try to deny it.” She growled the words at him. “I watched you plant an amulet of Talos on a pretty little Nord girl so you could arrest her. She was fourteen! Not of age! You took her off to one of the camps where I couldn’t see but I could hear it. Ripped up her pretty dress and took her maidenhead. Ripped up her dress some more and then passed her around the camp with her breasts and her cunt exposed. We didn’t have a choice but to watch you men fuck the poor girl until it was all spilling down her legs and freezing there.” She pressed harder on his chest and he hissed.

“Blonde girl? Fourteen? From Windhelm?” Seved’s expression and voice had both gone cold enough to chill the room. Nilvari nodded.

“I believe that is the one, yes.”

“My housecarl and I found her with two men not long after she was captured. She was still walking around barefoot, exposed, and messy. They were busy savaging her when we found them. Lydia gave up her cloak to keep the girl warm and I dragged the men behind my horse into Windhelm.”

“So she’s safe and sound now?” Nilvari looked a little relieved.

“Aye, she’s with her family.” Seved nodded. “And pregnant.”

“Gods...” She looked down at the Justicar. “You bastards leave us, your own women, high and dry and desperate, but you’ll happily run off to fuck an innocent girl because she’s your prisoner and you can? Now you’ve left one with child... Sick bastard, I knew you were vile...” She shook her head.

“Did you not hear what this man plans to do to us?” The Justicar spat at her again. “These nords would do this even without provocation!”

“You planted evidence on a girl because you wanted to fuck her.”

“You...” Seved growled as he strode over. Nilvari stepped back and Seved hauled the man up off the floor, holding him in the air. “You don’t get the treatment the others do. You get to watch. Thorald, bring up one of those cages. I want this bastard to have a good view of the show.”

“Why stop there?” Antony stepped forward. “When we have proper business here, you can make him part of the entertainment.”

“You have a thought?” Seved raised an eyebrow.

“Indeed. There are a lot of old punishments from Cyrodiil that are technically still on the books but that we don’t use anymore. I think people might pay handsomely to watch him get fucked to death.”

“That takes a long time, Antony.”

“Exactly.”

“I like the way he thinks, Jarl.” Nilvari grinned.

“I think I do, too.” Seved grinned wickedly as he stripped the man of his robes, gloves, and boots, and then threw him into the cage that Thorald had lowered. “And I think that will make the anticipation that much sweeter.”
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