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Skyrim: Plaything	By : GE_The_Beast Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21445 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elayne wasn’t much better even after sleeping for ten hours in the frigid bedroom. They lit the fireplace using some of the debris, and it managed to warm the room up marginally. But the smell was horrific. She kept her bags away from the room, shivering her way back to full recovery. Or at least enough to walk out of here. She was going to have a wicked scar along her side from Harkon’s single spell. It was a wicked blue scar that radiated out from a single point, like cracks in ice around a pick’s strike. Except it was her skin.
Serana seemed resolute, willing to help her. But the orange eyes staring back at her screamed something ephemeral from her nightmares. They were too alike to Harkon’s eyes. She didn’t fully trust Serana. So she left the bitch tamer in her bag, but still wasn’t planning on taking anything else off of the vampire. Both of them moved at the same pace now, anyways. That hobble chain between her thighs restricted her steps the same as Serana. They couldn’t outrun a Horker! And they did try, burning most of Elayne’s magic just getting past the Thalmor fortress at Northpoint. Calm spells worked on the simple creatures, but it was humiliating knowing that the fat seals were faster than she was. In fact, the fastest way to cover ground was to swivel the hips in an exaggerated manner. Bringing each foot directly in front of the other maximized the length she could step, though she could feel her skirt sway with every step. She looked wanton if she wanted to cover ground quickly. Which she happened to need to!
They moved down the coast, arriving near Solitude after a long day of hard walking. Her thighs burned and her hips ached from her new gait, and they barely covered enough ground to make it halfway to Solitude. Perhaps only a third of the way. An abandoned slanted tower along the mountainside hosted them for a night, but Elayne wasn’t feeling well. Her stomach ached, and she felt feverish and progressively weaker. She ate food but the cramping was just not something she could ignore. It came in waves, very unlike her normal monthly visitor. It would be extremely intense for a few minutes every hour, but then taper off to nothing.
The tower was called Widow’s Watch, apparently. An old skeleton in the back of the building with a bone dagger seemed to be the only occupant. But it was warm enough to find shelter for the next night. Their luck didn’t seem to improve, as the wound seemed to have gotten worse since Harkon had given it to her. “You need a warm fire, and some bedrest.” Serana impressed upon her, as Elayne set a hip-swiveling pace across the countryside.
“We aren’t going to find it here! This part of the Sea of Ghosts is hardly inhabited by Horkers!”
“I still think you need to rest! You aren’t going to make it to Solitude, or even Whiterun at this rate!”
“I am fine!” In the distance, they could hear some wolves howling, and Elayne put her new stride to the test in the ensuing fight. “This fucking!” She may have tripped in front of the biggest wolf, requiring help from Serana to drive it off with a trusty ice atronach. “Chain!” She could barely move. Sidestepping? Maybe. But with heels on, and these damned bands around her thighs there was no way she could fight a dragon effectively. She gulped at the thought of trying to fight Alduin with this tiny simpering gait. “We aren’t going to make it to Whiterun at this speed. Not in time.”
“Time moves differently here, as you told me.”
“But right now I feel vulnerable and can barely defend us!” A stiff breeze blew through her skirts, making her shiver in an entirely new way. The last and most damning part of this chain between her thighs was that it prevented her from drawing any of her smallclothes up her legs. Under her frilly skirts, there was naught but skin now. She didn’t have any smalls that were loincloths like the Argonians or Khajit might use, so the only thing under her dress were long socks and a breastband. The socks also were stopped by the very same chain, so there was nothing she could do about it. Every single gust of wind whipped right through her frilly skirts and across her bare skin beneath.
Combined with her injury, the wolves and the frigid cold, she was hammering on the doors to the solitude lighthouse at mid afternoon, unable to warm herself in the slightest. Shivering, she felt the warmth of the interior once the old Khajit opened the door. “This one cannot believe he has visitors! Welcome to the lighthouse!”
“She’s going to die of frostbite if we don’t get her warm!” Serana said with force. “Can you help her?”
“Come inside.” The old cat helped them in, not at all impatient or bothered. “Only old sailors visit these days. A welcome sight, to see a pair of tits that don’t resemble something saggy.” He didn’t even laugh, the joke perhaps not a joke at all.
Elayne knew that sailors could be crude. But this she could forgive, as his eyes were clearly on Serana. “Fire?” She stammered, shivering. Some of the salty spray from the ocean had gotten onto her socks, and those spots were cold even past the feeling of numbness she was experiencing.
“In here, in here!” The old cat’s fur had a scent to it, something that prompted a reaction. Her stomach ached horribly, and Elayne crumped onto the toasty wooden floor in front of the fire. Her legs felt weak and the fever was worse! “What kind of adventure brought you upon this old coastline, eh?”
“Got lost in the storm.” Serana whispered, as Elayne just shivered her way back to warmth.
“Poor slaves. Hang on, this one will go and fetch some firewood. As well as something more to eat and drink. It was poor fishing today, sadly.” The old cat stood up, and headed for the door. “I shall return soon!” His eyes drifted across them, or rather their necks.
Elayne felt a terrible feeling when she saw that there was at least enough for a night’s hearth in the storage areas next to the fire. “S-serana?”
“Just get warm! I’ll get you a change of clothes!” The vampire was doing her best, nudging her pack open with her heeled shoes.
“He’s not going for firewood.” She whispered. “He’s going to tell someone about us.”
“How would you know that?”
“No one else has blue hair.” Elayne pointed out. “There is a bounty for us. Both of us.”
“Then we can’t stay. Not in this world!” Serana seemed to consider quickly. “We can’t get caught.”
“But we are so far from Whiterun.” This area might have already fallen to Harkon in her world. “Can you see where the Khajit went?”
“There aren’t any windows in this building.” The vampire replied flatly. As if there were anything flat about her. “So, no.”
Elayne used her detect life shout, but couldn’t see anyone but Serana within its range. That old Khajit must have started running the second the door was shut. “I’ll warm up, and then we can try to get out of here. Maybe lose them in the hills.”
“You go out there now and you’re going to lose some toes and fingers! Better that you take the risk of using the book inside this building.”
“Well, this place is well stocked.” Elayne muttered. “I don’t know what he was talking about not getting enough food.” She ate her fill, warmed herself, and then changed into a new outfit. New socks, new clothes, and a warm ass! What more could someone want? Elayne’s collar seemed to remind her of its presence at that moment, as she stole every ounce of salt and alchemical ingredient in the place. “We can use the book up by the light. If we do it in here, it’s likely that we will be discovered. And we can see around the lighthouse too.”
The top layer of the lighthouse was a flat platform around the blazing beacon. With that blinding her eyes, she honestly couldn’t see much of anything. Well, besides the flashing steel of mercenaries moving towards the lighthouse. “He’s bringing back company.” Serana pointed with her nose. “I count eight. No uniform. Some kind of green coloring on their arms.”
“Such a gracious host. He’s bringing Shashev’s local brutes to us. I don’t know what the green signifies.” Elayne reached into her bag, and set Captured Dreams out in front of her. It didn’t seem ready to work. There was no glowing rune to signify that. “That could be an issue.”
Serana looked ready to panic, but Elayne had a feeling she knew what this was about. Again into her bag she went, this time pulling out the bow that had been corrupted. “What are you doing?” Serana asked, afraid. “You’re not actually going to do it?!”
“I made a promise. In front of Molag Bal.” She replied. “This book is made from some of his skin, taken during the Planemeld. We won’t survive unless I fulfill it.”
“But the prophecy! It was never meant to be fulfilled! Elayne, if you have a right mind, you won’t do this. You’re going to do something that can’t be undone!”
“Serana, you’re forgetting one thing.” Elayne steeled her heart, grabbing one of the three dark arrows. “This is not our world. We can’t let ours fall because our morals hold us back when the time calls for it. Sometimes being a hero,” She felt feverish. Her vision swam, but her target was large. The setting sun was wide, and she wasn’t the best archer. But that was a good target. “Means giving up what makes you innocent, in order to do the right thing.”
Serana looked away, probably not wanting to see. Elayne had to use every ounce of strength she had, the bow barely giving enough to shoot with. But the moment her fingers let go, something took that arrow. Some kind of force propelled it faster than any shot she could ever do. The arrow moved faster than any object she had ever seen, before it impacted the glowing orb of the sun. Instantly, the object dimmed. Something about it discolored. And then, it seemed less bright. It was still there, thank the Aedra. But it felt like something had been dimmed. Serana seemed equally shocked, as the book in front of them started glowing.
“We pleased him. But I don’t know what we just cost the world.”
“It’s not our Mundus.” Elayne said, staring at Serana. “We didn’t make this choice.” Downstairs, they could hear feet banging the wood, as the men arrived. “Let’s go.” She took the vampire’s arm, not sure what she had just done. But prophecies were meant to be fulfilled. Just perhaps not in the way they were literally meaning to. Someone ruined the tyranny of the sun. It just wasn’t quite where she was from. She wasn’t the best of heroes, perhaps. But she had kept her promise to someone important. Or at least made it a point to.
Still, something felt wrong about this choice. It felt heavy. Though that might be her fever talking. But this sunset felt darker than normal. Like the warmth she was used to was never going to be the same again. With Serana in hand, she pressed the rune. There was a flash of light, and they were now back home. Elayne shivered, her naked body not accepting the wind well. “Eh?!” Not a stitch of clothing was on her! She had lost another damned expensive outfit! “I forgot!” She wailed. That cost her so much gold to get!
“Nice bracelets.” Serana offered, looking around. “Should this be on?” The brazier of the lighthouse wasn’t lit. It was dark and cold in this place. Worse for Elayne, she saw slim moonstone and quicksilver bracelets about her wrists. The price, this time. But there wasn’t time to worry about it.
“It really should.” She whispered, giving a shiver. “We need to get out of here.” She used a potion of detect life from her bag, and looked down. What she saw gave her pause. “Serana, how many vampires do you think I could take in a fight?”
“If they were close enough together, probably five or six.”
“I’m counting at least ten downstairs. And more things outside.”
Serana frowned. “I have an idea. Though I think you’re going to hate it.”
“I don’t have any good ideas myself.” Oh, Elayne hated it. Oh she did! But that summed up her experience of jumping from the lighthouse into the cold water of the Sea of Ghosts. She didn’t scream, to her credit. But she was certain that she lost a few pounds from the leap alone. Serana had total control of the ice, and used her powers to stand on top of the river. Naked and cold, the pair of them moved for Solitude. Elayne’s vision swam, and she passed out as it got too cold. Though she maintained a death grip on the strong and lithe vampire.
When she next awoke, it was to a warm bed. A very nice warm bed, with something nice to hold onto! It was somewhat familiar, with clasps to grab hold of. Dragonbone that felt very nice in her hands. Serana cleared her throat, and Elayne quickly let go of her larger breasts. Without opening her eyes, she bit her lip. “Sorry, Serana.” Rolling in her sheets, she came face to face with Endaarie.
“Oh you’re awake!” The Altmer preened. Elayne just groaned, raising her hands to her face to rub her eyes. Her new bracelets rubbed against her chin, reminding her of their existence. “Some of the guards carried you into the city, near frozen! What kind of fool decides to jump into the river?”
“I was running from vampires?” Elayne whispered, her head pounding. “Ugh, I don’t feel good.”
“You still have that fever?” Serana asked as she languidly arched herself to sit up.
“Maybe?” Elayne muttered. “At least I’m warm here.”
“You’re not sick.” The altmer pointed out. “Just cursed.”
“Cursed!” Elayne was instantly awake, and realized that she was still stark naked. She leaned upwards, her gems swinging and body tingling. Sure enough her stomach churned, aching horribly for a few minutes to remind her of its existence. “How would you know that?!” She ground out.
“We are the only people in this province that can help you get off the Queen’s restraints. Of course we have curse finding enchantments on some old artifacts.”
“As well as spells to identify such curses, though Endaarie and Elodie might not be as good at casting them.” Taarie spoke up, arrogantly from somewhere down the hallway. “We haven’t done so yet, because it will cost enough of my magicka that I will be utterly useless for anything else magical today.”
“Where are our things?” Elayne asked carefully, holding her stomach as it ached. “I need to get my potions.”
“Potions won’t cure a curse, darling. But I can for three hundred septims.” Taarie came around the corner, her altmer features schooled into a mercantile smile. “Something more complicated and I’ll need more septims, of course.”
“What about.” She clenched, her stomach afire for that moment. “Just identifying it?”
“One hundred will do, dearie.” The elf said. “Oh, and it was the talk of the town last night to see the Dragonborn unmasked in every way. All of Solitude knows you are here. And you managed to get back here before its Jarl, even though she sent a fast rider ahead.”
Elayne flushed. “Wait, where is my dragon priest mask?” She whispered. “What happened?”
“It fell off.” Serana replied. “I don’t have fingers to grab things, so I couldn’t get it back.”
Elayne frowned. She depended upon that mask to not look like a complete whore. “So, everyone saw my face?”
“The city guard are busy evacuating everyone, dearie! Everyone saw the Dragonborn and her vampire pet being taken from the river and up to the city. Though they were slightly more worried by your pallor and skin’s resemblance to undead yourself to comment or remark on your restraints.” Endaarie spoke up, giving a smile. “We of course took you in and returned you to health. It’s been a rough night for you, and you wouldn’t let go of your pet vampire for anything.”
“On that rather enterprising note.” Taarie spoke up. “I don’t trust vampires, especially when my city is being assaulted. It’s your responsibility to keep her under control.”
Serana looked concerned, and her hair was bedraggled and splitting. “Why enterprising?” She asked.
“Because the guard are also wanting her to be kept from harming the people of this city. As well as wanting her expelled from the city.”
“I can keep her from harming anyone!” Elayne insisted, finding her bag. She dug around, the contents of the bag still fairly damp. But the heavy ebonite gag was found soon enough, and she held it up towards Serana. “Serana?”
The vampire glared at the gag, sourly. “I don’t want that in my mouth!”
“Serana.” Elayne insisted. “We can take it off later. Now open up.”
The vampire glared at both of the Altmer. She really did not like elves at all. But those velvet lips of hers finally parted, and she leaned forward enough to touch the gag. Elayne was surprised to see her suck on the object, hard. The heavy object slipped behind her teeth, sliding into place and leveraging her lips open. Elayne didn’t want to show the elves what the words to unlock it were, so she carefully used her hands to snap the ebonite into place behind her head. Even without its magic, this object worked as designed. It silenced the vampire and kept her fangs hidden. Combined with the leotard and sleeves keeping her arms bound, this made Endaarie and Taarie far more comfortable.
Comfortable enough to identify her curse, at least. “You’ve been cursed by Sanguine’s Feast, darling.” Taarie said, actually looking tired after her spellwork. It was complicated, for certain. “A rather sordid little curse, along with your other restraints and their effects.”
Elayne was at least dressed by this point, though the lack of smallclothes was a partial nuisance. “I’ve never heard of it before.” She considered herself rather schooled about daedra and their associated workings.
“Oh it’s rather simple, darling. It’s not actually daedric, but a very complicated little curse. I say little, but it seems you were hit by it multiple times.” That damned bed in Volkihar castle! It had been cursed! And she had used it quite a bit. “If you don’t consume semen soon, you’ll find yourself quite exhausted all of the time!”
Elayne flushed. “So my fever is just me being sick?”
“Oh yes, darling. You’ve caught yourself a cold, out in that frozen tundra. Some soup and some bedrest will drive that away, although a potion to cure that would also work.” Taarie explained. “This curse simply drains you. The more you ignore it, the less you’ll be able to move. And you’ll want to feed that curse rather often thanks to the amount of times you got cursed by it.”
“Can’t you break it?” Elayne whimpered.
“Tomorrow, I could. Along with a major potion to fortify my magicka and some soul gems that have been filled.” Taarie explained. “Because you’ve got a layered little curse there it could be days before I gathered enough to break it. Better to offer a sacrifice to Sanguine and hope he listens.” The elf laughed, finding it a funny joke. “Either way, you two should prepare yourselves. You’re wanted in the blue palace in an hour or two. Messenger was quite clear on that.”
Elayne took that time to comb Serana’s hair and redo her braids. They did look nice, once she did that. Her own hair she combed, not that it would accept her styling. The blue waves of hair just preferred to stand out, refusing to be ordered. And her makeup was magically applied by her headband. Her new bracelets she could hide behind some elven bracers. Anklets could be hidden behind a pair of decent heels. There was nothing in her collection of clothes to hide her thigh bands and their chain, or her collar. So, in her eyes there was no hiding it. Her opening Captured Dreams started this chain of events.
As she sat waiting for the snow outside to lessen, she mused upon all of this. She had three elder scrolls now. Which didn’t matter because she already fulfilled the associated prophecy. So she had a hundred and fifty pounds of gold and scroll weighing her down that could not fall into the hands of the enemy. The rest of her baggage was deadric artifacts, bondage equipment, sex toys and clothes. Though there were a lot less of those since she last was at the Raiment. What the hell kind of hero had she turned out to be? Her eyes lingered on the ebonite and crystal sex toy at the side pouch of her bag. The Stick, as it was called. She really liked that. Her journeys hadn’t been all bad.
She had been very innocent before all of this started. Sex was just not something she knew she was interested in. Now, though? Elayne rubbed her thighs together, considering it all. She loved that feeling. Those experiences had been mind-blowing! Men finding her attractive was a freedom all on its own. Before she opened this book, no one complimented her on any level of attraction. Amongst the Forsworn perhaps one or two of the hunters she knew had bothered her on occasion but it was never anything blatant. She tightened the straps on her heels, considering that perhaps they would have done more if she expressed any interest, but with so many other young women running around in furs she must have seemed weird or odd.
“Well, look at me now!” She giggled to herself. Standing up, she partially regretted the ‘formal’ dress that Taarie had convinced her to wear. It had only two thin straps that went over her shoulders, dipping so far in back she was certain the top of her ass was displayed. In front the dress dipped into such a deep V that she couldn’t hide the chain running between her nipple rings. It was, to her humiliation a dress that you were supposed to wear alone, with nothing beneath it. Of course the skirt only went to the upper thigh, like everything else.
How she was used to this now, she had no clue. Maybe the other world was having an effect upon her. “Darling! Are you ready?” Taarie called. Elayne just closed her bag, and stood up. She still felt feverish, but it was probably just subsiding. Her nose had stopped running and her shivers had gone away at this point. “Do take your pet with you, we have summoned a rider from the palace to carry you there. The streets are absolutely packed with filthy dirty Nords. Evacuated from their homes, I know.” The Altmer waved her hands. “But none of them came to the capitol in their best! They brought grubby armor and weapons instead of civilized and appropriate gear.”
“Absolutely.” Elayne lied smoothly. She was worried about those people. If they couldn’t drag Harkon to the battlefield, it would be Solitude that bled and died for their sake. This place would suffer and burn for her hubris. Well, at least she had stolen back her elder scroll and taken the third one.
“Oh, darling, Elodie prepared this for you! It should help with the tenderness you feel.” Taarie offered a small grey looking potion. She had done her right so far, and Elayne trusted the Altmer. So she drank it. Immediate clarity followed, as her limbs felt strong and refreshed. And her tongue and throat had a familiar taste upon them, making her shudder. She didn’t dare say anything about it, not wanting to know how that collected or why it fed this damn curse. Stepping out into the streets, she could see a horse had been prepared for her. Someone realized that her current walking speed was limited. Hold guards were ready, and set up a stool to let her and Serana climb into the saddle. The one who took her heavy bags nearly fell over, muttering a curse.
“Please don’t drop that.” She asked politely. “It’s filled with everything I need to save our asses.”
The other guards laughed at the unfortunate soul that wasn’t ready to hold three elder scrolls. “A fine ass, Lady Dragonborn.” The officer offered as a compliment. “Let’s get to the Thane’s house soon.”
“Thane’s house?” She tried to ignore the cold in favor of the pleasant feeling of Serana’s curves pressing into her bare back.
“Thane Erikur is leading the city’s defense with Falk Firebeard. As per the Jarl’s orders, we are housing all of the evacuees in the blue palace. It’s too packed and crowded to bring you to. And he has been preparing to get you out of Solitude.”
“He has a plan?”
“You’ll see. Thane Erikur is remarkably good at dealing with threats.” The guard laughed, along with most of the cohort. Minus the one huffing as they carried her bags. The walk was short, as they moved through the crowds.
“All of these people are staying in the palace?”
“Aye. We even opened the Pelagius wing, which has been closed for hundreds of years. Haunted, but we need to keep these people warm. Someone warned us that the vampires will use a blizzard as a weapon.”
Elayne smiled at that. “I’m glad they have a place to stay warm.”
“We are too. Every single one of us that can hold a sword came out of retirement. And our boys took the rest of the armor we had in stock.” The man said wistfully. “With the rebellion we’ve been keeping our skills sharp.”
Thane Erikur had a nice house, but it was looking busy even with everything going on. His front room was packed with miners, some of whom were gambling with dice around some mead. She was led to the back, where Thane Erikur looked to be holding some kind of meeting. Or perhaps it was a group of people waiting for her. There were three women, as well as Thane Erikur and three other men.
“Lady Dragonborn.” Erikur waved. “I pray to Julianos you are feeling alright. The guards said they found you in the bay.” Elayne felt eyes upon every ounce of exposed skin she had to show.
“Nothing some potions, warm mead and sleep couldn’t fix.” Elayne responded carefully. “The guards said you had a plan?”
“The vampires are pressing their advantage. We’re pulling back from the docks tonight. There’s only one ship left, and captain Adelaisa Vindicci of the East Empire Company has agreed to help you.” One of the women, an Imperial with legion armor nodded. She looked serious. “They can take you upriver to Dragonbridge, where the legion still holds the bridge. They’ve got a battlemage there, and fortifications on the east side of the river Karth.”
“The river is flowing fast enough to stop their minions.” Elayne considered. “If we could just get there, I could get to Whiterun safely.”
“The road to Whiterun is contested.” Erikur brought up. “But Legate Rikke is holding Rorikstead and its environs for now. Horses and escorts are awaiting your arrival. Legate Hadvar is holding Castle Dour, supplemented by every single man I can find that still draws breath in this city.” The Nord looked exhausted.
“So you want me to get on that ship and escape.”
“I’m not so simple minded. So I have invited some of my friends here to help you further.” Erikur grinned. “I’ve gotten the best group in all of Skyrim to help you.”
“Hello Lass.” One of the men stepped forwards. “The name’s Brynjolf. With me are Vex, Sapphire, and Niruin. We’re here to disguise and slip you out of here.”
“I’ve met some of you before. In Riften.” Elayne pointed out.
“Scum and ruffians all.” Adelaisa spoke up, angrily. “If it weren’t for this crisis I would kill the lot of you.”
“Now, now,” Erikur held up his hands. “The thieves guild are the best people in the province for getting things done without notice and with haste. They know places and people that otherwise good standing citizens would have no business knowing.”
“You’ve been cutting money from the legion and now the East Empire Company knows your supplier is the thieves guild.” Adelaisa responded. “I’ve been investigating theft across the northern end of the province for years! If it isn’t small thievery it is outright piracy!”
Brynjolf gave a wild grin. “Then you’ll be able to appreciate our ability to not get caught in this moment.”
Elayne seemed curious more than offended that the thane of solitude was siding with a criminal organization. Especially since the Dark Brotherhood was also on her list of friends. “Why were you in Solitude, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Oh that’s simple, lass. We’re here to steal something and get away with it. But things got a little troubled with the vampires and now we want out just as badly as you do. But in order to use the ship, we need to pay the fair maiden for it. Which we will do handsomely.”
“Those Septims are blood money. The sweat and toil of others!”
Brynjolf didn’t seem all that troubled or bothered by that. “Perhaps they might be, but you can’t tell the difference between my honest coin and my stolen coin. Such is the beauty of currency, after all. I have a large group of thieves, and Niruin here is one of the best archers in the province. He’s got a gift for it. So, lass. Have any issue with our escort services?”
“Thane Erikur?” She asked, getting the attention of the full room. “I should probably warn you that Harkon is angry about what I’ve done. I was inside of his fortress two days ago, and stole from his bedroom.”
“Brynjolf, I think she stole your dignity.” One of the woman behind him called. “What did you steal?”
“Two elder scrolls and his personal sword?” Elayne blinked. “Oh and I broke his weather device.”
Erikur looked flabbergasted. “How did you cross the entire province in such little time?”
“That’s my secret.” Elayne bowed, the chain swinging backwards and forwards in her cleavage. “I can cross between Oblivion and Mundus.”
“Lass?” Brynjolf grinned. “If we survive this I’ll pay for enough drinks to get that secret out of your slave tongue. Now, do you have any issue with our plan?”
“You haven’t explained your plan to anyone yet.” Adelaisa was starting to get exacerbated.
“Ah yes. Well, We’ve been looking into duplicating the Dragonborn’s appearance for a while, but her face was unknown. Which by the way, you look like divinity in mortal form.” The man winked. “Her face being unknown meant we needed one of those fancy ancient nord burial masks to duplicate her appearance. Found a blacksmith willing to make them, so we have the mask. It’s not a good one, for certain. What I wasn’t expecting were the restraints. That stuff is hard to duplicate.” He pointed to the women behind him. “These ladies here will explain my plan in better detail. Meet Vex and Sapphire.” Clearly not their real names. Vex was a blonde, with Imperial curves. That is to say, agile and lithe. Sapphire was a tough looking Nord, with dark hair to her shoulders.
“Radiant Raiment has them in the back.” Vex provided helpfully. “Now, one of us is going to wear a blue wig. And the other is going to have to look like a vampire.” She pointed between her and Vex. “We’re not just taking the boat with you. We’ve prepared body doubles, and bought the same armor you like to wear.”
“Speak for yourself.” Sapphire grumbled. “I have to dress like that!” She was staring at Serana, the leotard tight and a small amount of drool coming off of the Bitch Tamer.
“Yes, but you like being treated like that.” Vex dared to say, leading to Sapphire giving a very expressive middle finger to the other woman.
“They’ll appear as you. And once we are at Dragon Bridge, we will grab horses of our own and run on ahead, while you get escorted by the real dangerous group. Our ruse probably won’t last, but it can disrupt what is most likely going to be an ambush or two. But we can get out of those easily enough. So, we thieves will cause some panic and discord. A little misdirection, some noise. But we know for a fact that there are vampires and their forces gathering en masse.” Brynjolf glanced at Erikur. “You said they were passing through Labyrinthian.”
“They’ve struck Dawnstar hard. The entire town is holed up in an old temple outside of town. Some of their forces are there, which means that they are across the River Karth. Morthal is evacuating south, towards Whiterun. There is no one there to tell us when or if they are crossing those mountains.” Erikur mentioned. Elayne noticed that not a single legionary was in attendance. He didn’t want to get caught anywhere near these people normally.
The Thieves guild had stolen her appearance. They were planning on using it. With so many people here it couldn’t be a small heist. The Dark Brotherhood always taught her that stealth was the biggest factor for success. More than one operative at a time increased the chances of being caught. “You do realize that just looking like me was not going to be enough to steal from the Emperor, right?”
Brynjolf was giving her a different look now. A dangerous one. “Now, lass-”
“You were going to steal from the Emperor?!” Erikur and Adelaisa roared. It looked like even the thane had a limit.
“No!” Brynjolf growled. “His chancellor, though.” Amaund Motierre. Stealing from a member of the Elder Council was something of a heist.
“Fine. Gods, you’re incorrigible.” Elayne muttered. “I like your plan. Though I might need a more combat capable escort.”
Sapphire raised her hand. “Well, that’s the part you might need to get comfortable around. We have more combat type people in the guild, but they aren’t exactly welcome in sight of the guards. They’ll need a pardon of their crimes so they can move in plain sight and help us.”
“I am not the Jarl. I cannot pardon crimes.” Erikur implied, giving a glance at Adelaisa. Perhaps he could, but not in front of such a law abiding force. The Imperial looked ready to implode already. “But for the Dragonborn, perhaps we can turn a blind eye this once.”
“Then we don’t have time to waste! Another round of mead, and then we can get started.” Brynjolf chuckled.
“Once I run out, the city will be down to pisswater and old bottles being hidden in the Pelagius wing.” Erikur muttered. “And that alto wine is old and stale. Once the Nords we have in here run out of drink to drown out their sorrows, we are going to see angry and bitter withdrawals. Get out of here and down to the ship. The sooner this vampire threat is gone, the better for everyone.”
Brynjolf gave a smarmy bow, and then offered his hand to Elayne. “That’s that, then! Vex, Sapphire, go to the Raiment and show the good ladies our favor. Meet at the gates while Adelaisa and the guards get ready for the push to the docks.” He gave Elayne and Serana polite help in standing from their chairs. “We are going to collect your escort.”
They didn’t go far to find them. Behind Erikur’s house was a small garden. Alchemical ingredients were aplenty, but there were people in that garden. People she recognized. Before Brynjolf could even say anything, Elayne felt herself engulfed in hugs from all sides.
“Sister!” Gabriella said happily.
“It’s fucking cold.” Nazir muttered, politely. “And our prey has gone.”
Surrounding her were most of the Dark Brotherhood. Astrid, Arjnborn, Gabriella and Nazir were here. Babette was clinging to her leg, the frigid vampire fingers going right through her socks. “You brought a big sister?” Babette asked, more than slightly terrified. She was looking up at Serana, orange eyes meeting orange eyes.
“Hi everyone.” Elayne whispered warmly. “This is my friend, Serana Volkihar.”
“It looks like she’s a special friend.” Astrid said with her usual cheer. “You’ve been busy.”
“You’re going to be my escort?” Elayne whispered excitedly.
“We’re here. Our target is not. We don’t normally take jobs that include protecting someone.” Astrid started saying, but her husband reached down and cupped her ass heavily through her small skirt. The Nord flushed, giving him a glare. “But for the family, we would do anything.”
“Glad to see you know her.” Brynjolf muttered from the side. “Good, uh, great! Even.” He mumbled. “Of course she would be family with you.” He waited, awkwardly staring at the family gathering. “So, are you ready to go on the boat or not?”
“Let’s get out of this city.” Astrid agreed. “We’ve bought all the potions we can, and with this siege our target has fled. We’ll leave with you, and have some disguises for once we are near Whiterun. Brynjolf explained the task before us. We have to get you to Whiterun. And with little sister Sapphire here, he’s probably over extended as well.”
“Little sister Sapphire?” Elayne asked, curious.
“Sapphire was a member of the Dark Brotherhood before she got cold feet. We found her a new home where she could find a bit more happiness.” Astrid smiled. Something real from the woman. Though Arjnborn’s hand was still cupping her ass. The assassin was making no attempt to remove it. “We found her in a bandit camp, as little more than their bitch. But she impressed us. Killed the bandit chief with a spoon, was it?”
“Oh no.” Gabriella corrected. “It was definitely a fork.”
“How could you tell? There was so much buried in his skull?” Babette asked.
“Because the spoon was used against his prick!” Gabriella chortled. “Castrated with a rusty spoon!”
The whole group laughed, except for a very creeped out Brynjolf. Elayne joined politely, but only because she was now hoping Sapphire made it out of this alright. “You people are so fucked up.” The thief muttered. “Can we just go?”
“Yeah.” Elayne smiled. “To Whiterun!” Where she would confront Harkon.
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