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The Hero and the Handmaiden	By : xjoedirtx Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 4972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Damien

“Are you ladies alright?” he asked, surveying the condition of the three women in front of him. They nodded yes. He looked over to the girl on the ground. She was in a blue shirt and skirt, clearly cut for comfort. She was holding her head. She seemed like she were in a daze, which was completely possible considering the punch from that Argonian. Damien knew that they could hit just as hard as a Nord if necessary.
He walked over to her and held his hand out. “Let me help you up.”
She removed her hand from her head and reached out to him. Damien took her hand in his, and pulled her up. When she was standing, he got a good look at her face. She had amazingly beautiful features. Her cheekbones were structured in a way that complimented the way her hair hung down, and her skin, aside from the swelling on the side of her head, was completely flawless. Although he had just barely seen her, Damien thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“Thank you for you assistance,” spoke the woman in the white nightgown. “I am Countess Alessia Caro, wife of Count Marius Caro of Leyawiin, and daughter of Countess Arriana Valga of Chorrol.” She gestured to the Redguard woman next to her, then the Breton girl. “These are my handmaidens, Frieda and Aria.”
“It was a pleasure to assist you, Countess,” replied Damien. “I am Damien Rolisson.”
“How did you come upon us?” asked the countess.
“I am camped nearby, on the western side of the road. I discovered tracks in the bushes and followed them to your carriage.” Damien looked over to the dead guards, and to the girl, Aria, now in Frieda’s arms, who seemed to be in shock. “However, I must apologize for not arriving in time to save your handmaiden the trauma.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” said the girl, Aria, with a smile. Damien gave her a look of concern, and she smiled again. “Really, don’t worry about me. I’m okay.”
Damien nodded, and smiled at her. He then turned back to the Countess. “My lady, would you like an escort to Leyawiin?”
“Oh, no, I wouldn’t want to be a hindrance to your travels,” she replied.
“Please, my lady,” insisted Damien. “It would be an honor. And it so happens that I am on my way into Leyawiin. I have some business with the Count that is of the utmost importance to the Empire. I need to-”
“Destroy the Oblivion gate outside of Leyawiin,” interrupted the Countess. “I know who you are, Hero of Kvatch. Your reputation has preceded you.”
“You know of me?”
“Yes, while I was in Chorrol visiting my mother, she received a letter from the Grandmaster of the Blades, a man named Jauffre. It gave details about what was going on with the Oblivion gates, and said that there was a possibility that the Daedra may be targeting the cities of Cyrodiil next. Is this true?”
Damien nodded. “Yes, it is true. I destroyed the gates outside of Kvatch, Bruma, and Cheydinhal with the help of their guards. They are apparently opening gates outside of every major city except for the Imperial City. It seems they think it is too heavily defended.”
“And they’re probably right,” chimed the Countess. “But why are you coming to Leyawiin? Wouldn’t your abilities be best utilized in taking the fight to the enemy? Going through the gates to attack Mehrunes Dagon himself?”
Damien shook his head. “Its more complicated than that. The enemy placed spies in Bruma. I raided their hideout and collected their orders, which said that there is to be a massive attack on Bruma, similar to the one that happened at Kvatch.” The faces of the two handmaidens turned into expressions of shock. “The Grandmaster of the Blades has inducted me into the order, and has sent me on a mission to gather troops to bolster the defences in Bruma in preparation for the attack.”
The Countess’ face had an expression that made it look like she was in deep thought. After a minute, she spoke.
“Okay, come with us to Leyawiin. I’ll make sure you see my husband right away. But its getting late, so we’ll have to hurry.”
Damien nodded. “My thoughts exactly. If we-”
Suddenly, two flaming arrows struck the carriage. Damien acted quickly, grabbing Aria and sending her to the ground, shouting for the others to get down as he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, firing it into the swamps.

Aria

Aria hit the ground, but lightly. Not like when the Argonian attacked her. Damien was trying to protect her, and she knew it. She didn’t know why, but she saw the look in his eyes. She had seen that look before, but she knew that the men she saw it in would never try to protect her like that. They only wanted her for her body. This man seemed different.
After Damien fired an arrow, he took cover behind the carriage, which was now starting to slowly become engulfed in flames. More arrows began to hit the ground around the carriage, but they were not on fire. Aria tried to get up, but Damien put his arm over her to stop her.
“No, stay down. You’ll be a smaller target.”
Damien closed his eyes and lifted his fist before his face, squeezing it. Suddenly, a small burst of purple smoke erupted through his fingers.
“What are you doing?” asked Aria.
“A detect life spell,” replied Damien. “I can’t kill them if I can’t see them.”
Damien nocked another arrow, quickly popped around the right corner of the carriage, and fired it into the woods. Aria heard a prompt scream of pain. It sounded like an Argonian. However, in the short time that Damien was exposed, arrows passed him and missed by mere inches, landing hard on the ground.
“How many are there?” she asked.
“Two more,” replied Damien.
Aria stood up while Damien was preparing another arrow, causing him to shout for her to get down. She ignored him, and jumped out from the left corner. Arrows flew her way, but she spread her arms out, and a blue field of energy appeared before her.
“What are you doing?” asked Damien.
“A shield spell!” replied Aria. “You can’t kill them if you’re dead! I’ll use it to draw their fire.”
Damien smiled at how she twisted his words, and also at how she readily put herself into danger so he could protect the group. He took complete advantage of the distraction and fired two arrows in rapid succession, striking both assailants. Aria lowered her shield.
“You’re good with magic,” Damien remarked.
“I’m a Breton,” she replied. With a smile, she added “Its in my blood.”
Damien smiled, and assisted the Countess and Frieda to their feet. “Are you all okay?”
They both nodded.
“One of them is still alive,” he said. “I’m going to see if I can get any information from him.”
Damien began walking into the marsh, and Aria followed him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m going with you. I want to know too.”
Damien nodded, and the to continued, Aria following. When they reached the attacker, Aria cast a spell to illuminate the area, and they discovered it was the same Argonian that had escaped earlier. He was barely alive, but breathing. And bleeding. Damien knelt down, unsheathed a dagger, and placed the blade down on the Argonian’s throat.
“Why did you come back?” he asked. “You were defeated. You should have accepted it and returned home with your tail between your legs.”
The Argonian hissed at him, then spoke. “We had strict orders *cough* to not return empty handed, or we would *cough* suffer a fate worse than death..” He coughed, and spat out blood. He was bleeding heavily from the wound he sustained earlier, and the second arrow was still lodged in lower body, near the intestines.
“Who are the two I just killed?” asked Damien.
“They are.. The backup for our team *cough* There is another watching right now.. He has orders from me to return home *cough* And send another team for you if I don’t return in two days *cough* It seems that will be the case.”
The Argonian inhaled his last breath, then stopped breathing. Damien sheathed his dagger, and stood up, looking around for the last Argonian.
“He’s gone,” Damien revealed. “Too far for me to shoot, and running too fast for me to follow. Lets get back to the carriage.”
Aria nodded, and the two returned. The Countess and Frieda were in the same place they left them. Damien stepped forward.
“Since the carriage is practically gone, we’ll have to continue on the horses. Mine is back at my campsite, so if you would like to accompany me there so I can pack up, we can head out in half an hour.”
The Countess nodded. “I agree.” She turned to the Redguard woman. “Frieda, unhitch the horses, and be careful with those flames.”
Frieda nodded. “Yes my lady, right away.”
Aria stepped up. “Wait, here.”
She pointed her hand at the burning carriage, and launched a ball of ice at the flames, which melted the ice, causing the water to put out the fire.
“Thank you, my dear,” Frieda said with a smile.

Damien

When Damien arrived at his campsite with the women, the Auroran was still standing guard. Around the camp were the dead bodies of two mud crabs, obviously killed by the Auroran.
“Guardian,” called Damien. “You have done well. You may return to the realm of your master Meridia.”
The Auroran turned to Damien, nodded, and knelt down. A white portal opened beneath him, and he slowly dropped down through it. Once he was completely in, the portal closed.
“You can summon Daedra?” asked Aria.
“Yes,” replied Damien. “I’m no Breton, but I’ve studied conjuration for three years. I can summon many things, but I choose not to summon the dead. I may be willing to use Daedra to fight Daedra, but I’m not a necromancer. What they do is an abomination.”
Aria nodded. “That’s why you can summon Meridia’s creations. You’ve aligned yourself with her.”
“And proven my allegiance. I’ve slain many necromancers and undead. Nearly died every time, but I got the job done. Not just any follower of Meridia can summon her Aurorans, you know.”
Aria laughed. Damien noticed that it was a perfect middle tone, not too deep or too high. Sort of like a middle string on a guitar. Not too blurred to be unnoticeable, but still able to stand out. He loved it.
The women helped him pack up and load up Tayla. But then he realized that there were four of them and only three horses.
“Well, I can ride with you,” Aria said in her sweet, quiet voice. “The Countess and Frieda can ride on the other horses and I’ll ride with you.”
Damien nodded, and Aria sat behind him, her legs around his waist and her arms around his stomach. The group then made their way back to the road, and onward to Leyawiin, Damien and Aria in front, Frieda and the Countess behind.
The group reached the northeast gate just after sunrise. Upon seeing the Countess and a strange man, the two watchmen rushed forward to meet them, hands on the hilts of their blades.
“Stop, guards,” instructed the Countess. The guards stopped. “Proceed no further, this man aided my maids and myself, and has escorted us here.”
The guards relaxed, releasing their hilts. One asked, “Where are your bodyguards, Countess? And the carriage?”
“We were assaulted by Argonian assassins,” replied the Countess. “They killed our guards and attempted to kidnap the three of us.” She motioned to Damien. “This man risked his life to rescue us. I would like to return to my husband now.”
The guards nodded, and opened the door. The group proceeded to enter, and stabled their horses in the Count’s barn. As they proceeded to enter the castle, the guards gave Damien a strange look as he passed. Finally, they reached the throne room, and the Count rose to greet his wife.
Count Marius Caro wore a black and burgundy outfit, with matching shoes. For a Count, he was considerably young. More so than most of his contemporaries. He strode with a step of regal authority.
“Ahh, my dear Alessia,” he spoke to his wife as he embraced her and gave her a kiss. “Why are you so late? And where are you guards? And who is this man you enter with?”
The Countess proceeded to introduce Damien as the Hero of Kvatch, and explained how he had saved her life.
The Count nodded, and took a few steps towards Damien, who promptly bowed before him.
“My friend, why do you bow?” asked the Count. “Please, rise. Your actions have granted you a special status with me. I give you my greatest thanks and deepest gratitude for returning my wife safely to me.”
Damien stood and nodded. “My lord, it was an honor to be of service to Leyawiin. However, I am here on business.”
“Yes, I understand,” chimed the Count with a slightly dismal tone. “I have received word of your mission from a rider out of Cheydinhal. However, I cannot grant you the request you will ask of me. Although a gate to Oblivion has not opened outside of our city, I cannot risk dedicating our troops to the defense of another city and having a gate open.”
“I understand,” nodded Damien in a respectful tone. “My lord, would it be possible for me then to stay here in Leyawiin to await the opening of a gate, and subsequently remove it as a threat?”
The Count took a few seconds of deep thought, then replied, “I do not see the harm in that. I will place my guards on high alert for any daedra or gates. It would be a great help to have the Hero of Kvatch on our side in case of an opening.”
“Thank you, my lord. I shall take my leave now. I will be staying at the Three Sisters Inn until I receive word.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed the Count. “You are a welcomed guest in this castle. You will stay here in a guest room until the threat has been eliminated.” He motioned to Aria. “My wife’s handmaiden, Aria, will show you to your room.”
Damien shook his head. “My lord, I cannot ask this much of you. It is already an honor in itself to be in your service.”
The Count waved his hand from left to right. “Please, friend, I insist. You need your rest.”
After a few seconds, Damien nodded, thanked the Count for his kindness, and followed Aria to his room.

Aria

“Thank you again for saving our lives,” Aria said to Damien as they passed through the castle halls. “We would all be dead if you hadn’t intervened.”
Damien shook his head. “It was just coincidence that I was there. If I hadn’t heard those Argonians moving and followed them, I never would’ve been there.”
Aria smiled and laughed. “I don’t believe in coincidence. I believe in fate. It was fated for you to be there.”
“I don’t believe in fate,” replied Damien, but in a somewhat upbeat tone.
They reached the door, and Aria unlocked and opened it, allowing Damien to enter first. He walked in and took in the room. Aria did the same, realizing it was the exact same as the one from her dream. Even the place Damien was standing was the same, and his clothes as well.
“Be sure to tell the Count and the Countess that I am grateful for their kindness,” said Damien.
Aria nodded. “Damien, can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” replied Damien.
“What do you think of my body?”
Surprised, Damien replied “I think you are beautiful. I would love to have a woman such as you to myself.”
Aria looked down. “What if you could?” She reached down and lifted her top over her head, then pulled her skirt down, revealing her half-nude body to him.
Damien’s eyes opened wide. “Aria, what are you doing?”
Aria began to move forward towards Damien. “You saved my life. I owe you a debt. Where I’m from we always repay our debts, no matter the cost. I don’t have money, but I can repay you another way.” She finally closed the distance and was mere inches away from him. She took his hands in hers and put them on her waist, while she lifted her arms and put them onto his shoulders, pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss.
“Aria,” Damien whispered when they finally released the kiss. His breath began to get heavier, and Aria’s chest was so close to his that she could feel his heartbeat picking up speed.
“Please,” Aria said in a half-gasp. “Don’t stop. I want to do this with you.”
Damien nodded, and returned to the kiss. He slowly slid his hands up and down her sides. His rough hands gave Aria a strange sensation as they roamed, one that she liked very much. Damien’s hands moved up her back, to the clasp of her bra, and undid it. He pulled back and let it slide down her arms and onto the floor, revealing a beautiful pair of breasts to him. They were perfectly round, and had a pinkish tone to them. Damien lifted Aria’s legs so they wrapped around his waist, and he lifted her in the air. He lowered his head and began to lick her breasts while he moved her onto the bed, sitting her down on the edge.
Aria began to undo Damien’s belt. When she finished, his pants fell to the ground, lying in a heap at his ankles, his erect penis pointing directly at her. It was somewhat larger than average size for an Imperial. Aria didn’t know, though, since she had only seen a penis once before in her life. She had accidentally walked in on the Count and Countess having sex, and the Count’s was not as large as this one.
She put her hand around it at the base, and began to stroke up and down, causing it to get harder and harder until it was pointing straight.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” asked Damien. Aria responded with a cold, but cute facial expression.
“Its my first time,” she replied. “But I’ve heard enough from the other handmaidens to know where to go from here.”
Aria was just about to put her lips over it when suddenly there was a loud pounding on the door.
“Mister Damien!” shouted a man from outside. “Mister Damien, an Oblivion gate has opened outside the city! The Count requests your presence at the top of the Northeast Tower immediately!”
Shocked at both the interruption and the news, Damien put his pants back on, and Aria began putting her clothes back on as well. When they were dressed, the two of them made their way up a long, stone, spiral staircase, finally reaching the top of the tower. In the room was the Count, the Countess, and the town guard chief. Damien made his way to the side of the tower, and could clearly see the flames, and the orange portal surrounded by a black ring of stone and metal, close to the road to the northeast of town. Guardsmen had set up a light barricade between the city and the gate, and what looked like half of the city guard was behind the barricade, arrows drawn, ready to fire on whatever came out of the gate.
The count turned to Damien. “When can you enter?”
Damien turned to the count, then glanced at Aria, then turned back to the count and replied. “When you give the word.”
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