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Fall from High Rock	By : mistressarachnia Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Morrowind Views: 4940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
15: Slave Raid
�Ajira cannot collect ingredients
today.� Ajira has too many other important things to do.� Perhaps friend Alyssa
would like to help Ajira?� the little cat asked hopefully.� It had been two
days since Alyssa had arrived back at Ald�ruhn and she was getting restless.�
Edwinna had been sending out messages all over looking for information to
confirm or deny the rumors that someone on the island had cracked the Dwemeri
language.� She also had Anarenen examining the detailed alchemical properties
of the scrap metal she had collected from various centurions deconstructed
during previous expeditions.� There were reports to be filed, papers to write,
letters to mail, and experiments to run.� None of them, however, involved
Alyssa.� She hoped that Ajira would provide better company.� Perhaps, if
nothing else, she could gather a bit more information on Malcus.
�Sure, I have very little to do as
of late.� What do you need done?� she asked.
�Not mages things this time,� said
Ajira, lowering her voice and shifting her eyes.
�Ah.� Is it, what do you call it,
Two Lamps things then?� she asked.� Ajira chuckled.
�Twin Lamps, yes,� she purred
quietly, licking her lips, �Ajira cannot talk here.� Come, friend Alyssa.��
Alyssa smiled.� Perhaps if they went to Ra�vir�s shop, Malcus would be there
again.� She would rather see him with Ajira present than alone.� He had promised
to meet up with her in a few days after all � and it had been a few days.� She
hurried to follow Ajira as she hurried upstairs and out of the guildhouse into
Balmora.
�Are we going to Ra�vir�s?� she
asked hopefully.� Curiosity was getting the better of her.
�No.� Authorities suspect Ra�vir,
so Ra�vir must lay low.� Authorities do not suspect Ajira though.� There are
many of us.� Very many,� Ajira replied.
�Well, so much for the idea of running
into Malcus at Ra�vir�s shop,� thought Alyssa to herself.� In a way though, it was
just as well.� It meant there was less to be nervous about.� She wondered where
they were going.� They were now outside of the gates at Balmora.� Suddenly
Ajira paused.
�Friend Alyssa is good to Ajira,�
said Ajira carefully, �But Ajira never asks her: How badly does Alyssa want to
help slaves?�� Alyssa paused.� She hadn�t expected this � after all, she had
been helping Ajira all along, hadn�t she?
�Well,� she started, �I think
slavery is simply awful, if that�s what you mean.�
�No,� said Ajira, lowering her
voice, �What Ajira means is, how much is Alyssa willing to give up in order to
help these slaves?�� Alyssa frowned.
�What do you mean, �give up�?� I
have been helping you all along in this work, haven�t I?� asked Alyssa, clearly
confused.� Ajira growled.
�Freeing slaves is illegal.� One
could go to jail for it, or worse, if one is caught.� The Dunmer believe it is
their natural right to own slaves.� Also, freeing slaves is often dangerous
work.� Smugglers attack us on sight.� Ajira herself has been injured many
times.� Others have died,� she growled under her breath, her eyes shifting all
the while to see if she was being watched.
�I see.� I do understand.� But from
what I hear, the slaves themselves are in such poor condition that they cannot
help themselves.� I� have no wish for death myself, but I would like to do all
I can for these people,� said Alyssa.� She hoped it would be good enough.� To
be honest, she was curious to learn more about the organization.� Ajira nodded.
�Ajira has no wish for death
herself either.� Others do battle; Ajira mostly heals injured slaves and
wounded abolitionists and passes along information to those who are willing to
fight.� Ajira is no fighter, but has seen her share of battles nonetheless.� If
friend Alyssa helps Ajira, Alyssa might see battle too,� warned Ajira.
�I understand� I think.� What is it
that we are doing now?� she asked, her curiosity peaked.
�Ajira has word that there is a
cave on the shores of Lake Amaya where many, many slaves are being held.� There
are also many smugglers present in this cave watching over them.� It will take
many of us to overcome them, if we can.� There will be many injuries.� Ajira
has been asked to tend to the sick and injured.� Ajira thinks friend Alyssa can
help too.� Alyssa is good with restoration and alchemy,� purred Ajira,
quickening her pace.
�I would love to help,� she said,
running to catch up.
�Hurry � we must arrive by
sundown.� That is when we attack,� said Ajira.
~*~
The cave was well hidden by the
lush foliage along the water�s edge.� Two men stood at the entrance.� They
nodded to Ajira silently when they saw her and opened the door to let them
inside.� Out of the corner of her eye Alyssa saw a scrap of fabric.� Looking
closer she stifled a gasp.� It was the body of a male Dunmer, tossed behind the
bushes.� The men must have dispatched him and were now posing as guards outside
the cave.� Alyssa�s blood suddenly ran cold as she wondered what she would be
in store for.
Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim
light of the cavern.� Ajira motioned to her that she must be completely
silent.� The two women cast chameleon spells on themselves to better move
through the shadows as they crept through the tunnels until they came to a
large room.� The floor dropped out and a narrow stairway led down to a chamber
well lit with torches.� Ajira pulled Alyssa away and the pair crept along a
narrow ledge along the wall above the room.� Alyssa was surprised when she
suddenly realized that she and Ajira were not the only individuals hidden on
the ledges above the chamber.� The glint of eyes hidden by shadows was
everywhere.
She could hear the sounds of
talking and laughter from below, and she looked down to see what was going on.�
There were over a dozen smugglers below.� Most were Dunmer, with a sprinkling
of Bosmer and Orcs.� Several of them sat around drinking, rolling dice and
passing what looked to be a pipe. �Clouds of smoke arose from their games as
the talking and laughter continued.� She could barely make out what they were
saying.� Looking around, she did not see a single slave.� Suddenly, a dark
haired Dunmer woman entered and whispered something to one of the men.� He
pushed her back.
�Beat them then!� You know that
disobedient slaves are harder to sell,� he yelled at her.� She grinned.
�Making an example of a few might
quiet them all down,� she replied coldly.
�Fine.� Start with that Breton
boy.� He bit me earlier today,� he responded grimly.
�Ah, but that one would fetch such
a high price unmarred,� she said.
�Not if he continues to disobey
like he does,� the man replied.� The woman nodded and disappeared.� Alyssa
gasped.� Had that man just said �Breton?�� Up until now she had only heard of Kajiit
and Argonian slaves.� But� could her own people be sold into slavery as well?�
Ajira turned to hush her.
�Not yet,� whispered Ajira
quietly.� A blonde boy, several years younger than Alyssa, was drug in chains behind
the Dunmer woman when she returned.� He wore glistening slave bracers, but
nothing else.� She threw him into the middle of the room, where one of the men
grabbed him as he collapsed into a heap.� Another grabbed his face and twisted
it from side to side.� Tears streamed down the boy�s cheeks and he trembled
heavily as he was poked and prodded from all sides.
�Hold him out,� said the first man,
standing as he pulled out a switch.� Laughter followed as one man grabbed the
boy�s arms and held them back, two others grabbing his legs and pulling them
apart as they pinned him to the ground.� The panicking boy struggled and fought
to no avail, and the Dunmer man standing over him reached down and slapped his
face hard, causing him to cry out.� Alyssa stifled another gasp of horror.
�He isn�t silenced!� Why doesn�t he
use an intervention spell to get away?� she whispered to Ajira.� Ajira hissed.
�The slave bracers drain one�s
magical abilities,� she explained, �He has no powers with which to fight
back.�� Alyssa was horrified, her eyes fixed on the spectacle in front of her.�
The man had knelt down and was toying with the boy�s exposed genitals, causing
him to become erect, even as he turned his head and pressed his eyes shut, the
tears still spilling down his face.� Just then the man stood up and readied his
switch, sending it down hard on the engorged organs as the boy screamed and
fought to get away.� Alyssa had to stifle a scream herself.
�Why isn�t anyone doing anything to
help him?!� she whispered to Ajira franticly.� Ajira looked at her with pity in
her eyes.� She motioned up and Alyssa could see that the eyes were moving down,
readying their position.
�It isn�t yet time, but almost,�
she replied.� Alyssa nodded, swallowing as she returned her gaze to the events
below.� She wanted this to end.� The boy�s genitals were bleeding from the
trauma inflicted upon them, and finally the man stopped.� The victim�s tears
flowed freely now and although his trembling continued his eyes held a faraway
look as though he was not present in his own body.
�This is what happens to boys who
bite,� he said coldly, �Turn him over and tie his hands down.� I�ll take over
from here, you get another one.�� His captors quickly flipped him over and tied
him down.� He made no attempts to resist, seemingly resigned to his fate.� The
grey skinned man knelt down and felt the soft flesh of his bare buttocks,
causing the boy to begin trembling once again.� But he made no move to resist.�
The man unhooked his pants and let them fall to his knees.
Just then, a figure appeared and a
knife slid under the Dunmer�s throat.� Blood gushed from his neck as he reached
out his hands to save himself, but still he collapsed before he could utter a
sound.� His body fell atop the Breton boy and blood oozed over his body.�
Alyssa gasped.� Suddenly figures appeared from the shadows all over the room,
attacking the smugglers in their own lair.� Soon the room was awash in blood
and gore.� Alyssa felt sick.� Ajira grabbed her and motioned that she should
run.� She did so, barely avoiding an arrow that whizzed by her head.� Ajira
halted, sending forth a volley of shock at a female Bosmer archer who had
climbed the stairs and was raining down arrows onto the abolitionists below.�
She screamed as she fell, grabbing in vain onto the bare rock as she toppled to
her death.� Ajira motioned to Alyssa to hurry.
The girls came to a locked cell,
behind which were more than two dozen slaves.� Most of the slaves were Kajiit
and Argonian, but there were a sprinkling of Breton, Imperial, Redguard, and
even Nord slaves as well.� All of them were naked, and all of them were wearing
the horrible slave bracers.� Most of them huddled in the corner.
�The Twin Lamps has come to save
you,� Ajira told them.� They stared at her blankly, as though unsure of what
she said.
�Quick!� Help me find a key to
unlock their bracers,� said Ajira.� Alyssa nodded.� She started sorting through
the crates and boxes nearby looking for anything that resembled a key.� It
wasn�t long before she heard a triumphant shout.� The slavers were all dead.�
Ajira ran back, holding a key.
�It was on the body of the dark
haired Dunmer woman we saw below earlier,� she explained as she unlocked the
door.� At this the slaves� eyes lit up.� Ajira ran around the pen, unlocking their
bracers one by one as they thanked her, many of them bursting into tears.�
Alyssa stood transfixed.
�You.� Tend to the wounded in the
main room,� a gruff voice behind her commanded as he held her by the shoulder.�
Alyssa turned to see a huge Redguard in leather armor.� She nodded as she
hurried to obey.
The main room was littered with
bodies.� Alyssa felt faint as she stepped over the bloody corpses.� A Redguard
woman nearby was holding a bloody arm, her side gashed from a blade.� Alyssa
hurried over, casting a restoration spell as she took a potion from her sack.�
The bleeding stopped but the wound still was open.
�No, no.� It�ll heal up fine.� I�ve
suffered worse.� Go tend that boy over there.� If you�ve got a few potions to
spare for the others though, I�ll be more than happy to pass them around,� the
woman replied politely, smiling at Alyssa gratefully as she handed her several
potions.� An Argonian woman struggled to push the corpse of the fallen Dunmer
man away from the body of the young Breton.� Alyssa hurried over to help untie
his hands.� As she freed him, he looked deep into her eyes, transfixed but
still shaking.� She summoned all of her energy to direct a powerful restoration
spell on him, but could not tell how much good it had done as he was so covered
in blood � his own and his captor�s.� He curled into a ball, burying his head
as he sobbed uncontrollably.
�Is this how I looked?� she
wondered with horror, trembling as she searched to find another potion.�
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder.� She heard the tearing of cloth and
looked up to see Malcus, holding a ripped shirt from one of the slavers.� He
grabbed one of the jugs nearby, poured the contents onto the cloth, and handed
the dripping fabric to Alyssa.
�Here, the alcohol from these
beverages will help cleanse his wounds better than water.� Just be careful
around open flames.� If you want to heal him, you�re going to have to get him
cleaned off enough to assess the damage properly,� he said calmly.� Alyssa
stared up at him for a moment, and then took the cloth.� So, this was where he
chose to make his appearance.� Shaking herself back to the present, she turned
to tend the bloody boy in front of her.� He made no attempts to stop her as she
carefully wiped the blood from his body, stopping when she came to his
genitals.� He turned away to cover them.� She threw out the bloody cloth she
was using and grabbed another, pouring the fluid from a nearby jar onto it.�
She reached out and took the boy�s hand, giving him the cloth.� He took it,
still shaking.
�It�s alright, you�re safe now,�
she told him, her eyes filling with tears.� He nodded, looking away.
�I understand.� I� had the same
thing happen to me not too long ago,� she told him reassuringly, rubbing his
shoulders as she pulled him close to her body.� He stopped for a moment, and
looked up at her.� She smiled.� He inhaled sharply, then turned away, closing
his eyes.� Slowly he began to clean himself off, leaving the rag in place to
cover himself.� Alyssa looked around.� There seemed to be plenty of clothes in
the nearby vicinity� there were certainly enough corpses.� Suddenly she
remembered that she still had the grey robe from Malcus in her sack.� She
fished it out and helped the boy to put it on.� He collapsed in Alyssa�s arms.�
Malcus walked over to join them, carrying keys.� He took the boy�s hands and
unlocked his bracers.
�How are you doing?� Malcus asked
him, looking deep into his eyes.� He stifled his crying, but said nothing,
breaking Malcus� gaze as he leaned against Alyssa.
�We�re going to take you someplace
safe until you recover, and then we�ll see about arranging to get you home, or
finding you a new one around here.� It�s up to you,� said Malcus, �What�s your
name?�
�Edmund,� said the boy slowly,
trying to fight the tears rolling down his cheeks.
�Ok Edmund.� My name is Malcus.�
I�m going to need to take a look at your wounds to make sure you�re alright for
travel, ok?� I know you�re embarrassed, but you have no need to be.� Nothing
that happened was your fault.� I see this all the time,� he said, �I�m not going
to hurt you.� Alyssa will be with you the whole time, ok?�� Edmund nodded,
still shaking.� Alyssa had to fight the tears welling up in her own eyes as she
looked down at the trembling boy in her arms and watched Malcus work.� He kept
his composure completely calm as he tore another rag and lifted the robe.
�Alyssa, do you have any more
restoration potions?� he asked.� She nodded as she handed him a bottle.
�Yes, but it�s the last one,� she
said.
�That�s fine.� It�s all we need,�
he replied, uncorking the bottle.� She felt Edmund squirm as he applied its
contents, but when he pulled Edmund�s robe back over his thighs she felt him
relax considerably and his trembling lessened.� Malcus stood up and touched his
hand to Alyssa�s shoulder.
�Watch over him now � there is more
to healing than just taking care of physical wounds,� he said, �We�ll get you
when everyone is ready to go.�� Alyssa nodded, unable to stop the pouring of
tears as they formed in her eyes.� She ran her hands through Edmund�s
shoulder-length blonde hair.� She wondered how he had gotten into this mess.�
She knew that Kajiits and Argonians were often stolen right out of their homes,
but Bretons?� She�d never heard of a Breton being kidnapped by slavers.� She
held him close, feeling his warm breath against her skin as she watched him
drift to sleep in her arms.
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