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The Second War	By : xjoedirtx Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 5026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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20th of Frostfall, 4E 204
Dear Brellin,
            I’m not sure when this will reach you, days, weeks, or months from now. However, Lydia has been hounding me to write you. I cannot say that it took much convincing, though. We’ve both missed you. It seems like an eternity since you left for your new assignment, but in reality it’s only been a month. I know you can’t tell me where you are currently stationed, or your current mission, so I won’t ask much about it. I just want to know if you are safe. Lydia has been getting anxious around the house. Bored, really. Two days ago, I got tired of it and decided to take her out on a bit of an adventure. More specifically, we went out west on a mammoth hunt. We came across a recently abandoned giant camp. There were tracks leading away from the camp, so we stalked the tracks northwest, following the streams and creeks. A day later we found our quarry: two giants and three mammoths. We took them completely unaware, first eliminating the giants by firing arrows directly into their hearts(Lydia is an amazing shot, by the way). When the mammoths began to panic, we tried to take them down as quick as possible from a distance. They eventually figured out where we were, and two of them charged while the other fled. I killed one by sticking my blade through his eye, but Lydia had more trouble with hers. I assisted her in the kill, but she did very well on her own, coming away with only minor cuts on her arms from the tusks. Needless to say, the two of us… celebrated afterwards, then we harvested the meats, furs, and tusks for sale. However, as exhilarating and different sex is with a woman for me, I still miss the feeling I get with you. We can’t wait for your return, my love. Please write back as soon as time permits.
Your love,
Aela

            Aela’s letter rested in Brellin’s pocket as he waited to spot his own quarry. Perched high up in a tree, deep in Cyrodiil’s West Weald, he waited to spot the Thalmor caravan rising over the hump in the road below the tree, which was the Unit’s target. Three branches below him, similarly watching the road, rested Tynan, one of the twin Breton brothers. Tynan struggled to keep balance in the tree, but figured a way to support himself, using his magic to conjure ropes to secure himself in place.
            “Tynan, is it true what they say about twins having a telepathic link to each other?” asked Brellin, half joking, half serious.
            Tynan chuckled. “Of course it’s true,” he replied. “If the twins are as skilled in magic as Tyman and I are. Why do you ask?”
            “I had an idea,” continued Brellin, “but I’m not sure if even you two are good enough to get it done.”
            Tynan’s face turned from jokingly light to rigid and stern quicker than an arrow shot. “Excuse me?” he angrily asked. “What’s your idea, then?”
            Brellin was about to give his idea, until he saw a wagon climb slowly over the hill. He gave the signal for Tynan to silence himself. The wagon proceeded forwards, unfollowed by anything for five minutes, until it passed directly under Brellin’s position and continued along the path.
            “Must not be them,” whispered Tynan. Brellin didn’t move or make a sound, he sat there and waited. Another five minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty. Then thirty. After a full hour, the caravan still hadn’t passed.
            The sun was beginning to drop in the sky, still hanging above the mountains to the west. From the woods, further behind and across the road, the hooting of an owl came over the otherwise stark silence in two short bursts. Blade-Biter was asking if the mission was to be called off. Brellin relayed to stay put, hooting back once. Just as he finished, two horse-riders came over the hill, armed in light elven gear; the mark of Thalmor troops. Behind them were another two riders, followed by a horse-drawn carriage and four more riders. Leading the carriage forward was a single Altmer mage, but he wasn’t the target. Simply an obstacle. The real target was inside the carriage.
            His name was Aldaril Direnni, a high-ranking mage that was being transported through the West Weald to eastern Cyrodiil command a contingent of Aldmeri troops and break the siege at Leyawiin. Anvil, the ruins of Kvatch, and Skingrad had been taken. To the east, Bravil had been taken, but legion troops further south in Leyawiin were holding out against the siege, having had learned from the last war. In essence, the entire Gold Coast, West Weald, and half of the river Niben was under Thalmor control. Direnni’s job was to find a way to either bring down the walls of Leyawiin, or go over them. Either way, he would be responsible for the wholesale slaughter of the legionnaires if successful. Brellin had been tasked with bringing him down before that could come to fruition.
            Brellin and Tynan were positioned twenty feet in front of the hill, the lead sentries passing just under them, oblivious to their presence. Forty feet behind them, up in the trees, were Blade-Biter and Danica, also watching from the trees. Spaced in-between, and on the ground, were Vex, Tyman, and Shel, waiting for the signal to attack.
            As the second pair of guards passed under Brellin’s position, he readied his bow to fire. Tynan charged two spears of ice, one in either hand, as silently as Brellin did his bow. Although he couldn’t see them, Brellin’s elf ears picked up the sounds of sinew stretching further back; Blade-Biter and Danica were ready. But he still waited, until after the carriage and the third pair of guards passed underneath. Then he fired at the final pair, his arrow piercing through the neck of the left rider.
            Suddenly, the road turned into a bloodbath. Tynan flung his spells at the penultimate pair, killing both. Blade-Biter and Danica fired their arrows into the lead riders, knocking them from their horses. The three remaining riders and the carriage-driver dismounted and prepared their weapons, but they weren’t fast enough. As soon as their feet touched the ground, they were met head-on by Tyman, Vex, and Shel. The driver fell to lightning-fast dagger strikes, courtesy of Vex. One of the riders was flung to the ground by Shel’s gigantic orcish war-hammer. As the rider cringed and back-crawled in pain and fear, she swung downwards, crushing the chest plate of his armor, his rib-cage, and the organs inside with a sickening crunch and squish.
            The final rider attempted to seek refuge in the carriage, but before he could get the door open, it was blasted off its hinges with a well-placed firebolt from Tyman, knocking him to the ground. Tyman conjured twin daedric blades, while the Thalmor rider rose to his feet. His rise was short-lived, however, as Tyman hacked at his thighs, dropping him to his knees. From this position, Tyman placed both blades on either side of the rider’s head, and with a scissor-like motion, decapitated him.
            By this point, Brellin, Tynan, Blade-Biter, and Danica had dropped from their perches and approached the carnage, bows drawn and aimed at the opening to the carriage.
            “Aldaril Direnni,” called out Brellin. “You are surrounded, and your guards are slain. Come out at once, and you will not be harmed!”
            “Do you truly expect me to believe that?” asked a cold, sneering voice from inside the carriage. “Because if you do, then you are merely proving the point of the Thalmor, and turning me to a martyr.”
            Brellin looked to Tyman, who met his gaze, and nodded. Tyman opened his hand, and a flame broke out, burning brightly in his hand.
            “Either you come out, or we burn you alive. Your choice.”
            The man inside scoffed, then came from inside the carriage. He was average height for an Altmer, with the distinct pointed chin of one. He wore the robes of a Thalmor mage, with a patch on the left arm signifying his rank and detachment. As soon as he stepped out, Blade-Biter entered the carriage to search for enemy intelligence and documents.
            “So,” he spoke, his voice still teeming with assumed supremacy. “Where are you taking me? White Gold tower? Further north to Chorrol?”
            “First, you’ll tell me your name and rank,” ordered Brellin. “Then we’ll tell you.”
            “Hmph,” scoffed the mage. “I am High Mage Aldaril Direnni, and that is all I will tell you. I know my rights as a prisoner of war. Now, take me to your commander. That is where I w-“
            He shouted in pain as Shel delivered a punch to his lower back, sending him to his hands and knees before Brellin. While he was down, Vex used a rope to tie his hands behind his back.
            “You won’t go any further than here,” chuckled Shel. “You’re gonna die, right now.”
            “Ahh, bandits, I see,” choked out Aldaril, still wincing from the blow to his back. “Well, I have to say I’m surprised at your skill. It takes a lot to eliminate eight Thalmor soldiers and capture their leader. But no matter, you’ll be dealt with shortly.”
            “You think we’re bandits?” asked Brellin, incredulously. “For all your perceived intelligence and supremacy, the Thalmor must not be as smart as they want us to think. I’ll be sure to inform General Tullius that our enemies are not who we think they are.”
            Blade-Biter brought a chest out from inside the carriage.
            “Blade-Biter,” said Brellin, looking to him. “Empty the chest and bring it here.”
            He nodded, dumped its contents, and placed the chest in front of Aldaril, closed. Brellin forced Aldaril to put his head down on the top of the chest.
            “This one’s yours, Shel,” he said as he looked to her.
            Shel nodded. “With pleasure,” she smiled as she hoisted her war hammer high in the air, bringing it down directly on the back of Aldaril’s skull, crushing not only it but the chest underneath. She raised it back, taking pleasure at the sight of skull fragments and brain matter on the striking edge.
            “Let’s move,” announced Brellin. “We can’t get caught by the Thalmor on our way out, and I don’t know when the next patrol will be out this way.” He turned to Vex. “Leave a patch on what’s left of his head.” She nodded, then removed a patch from one of the pockets on her leather armor, dropping it into the pool of blood before her.
The group then left to the west, cutting through the forest before making a turn to the north and heading towards Fort Carmala, an old fort dating back to the First Era. Before they arrived, it had been occupied by a coven of vampires, but they were killed in order to make room for the Unit to set up its operations in the region. It would have to be abandoned soon, as they were to return to Skyrim the next morning.
They reached the fort just after sundown, Tyman and Tynan carrying two deer they had slain on the way for dinner. The group traversed the corridors all the way to the main east room in the back, where they cooked and ate the deer. Two nights before, Vex and Danica had ‘requisitioned’ some mead, bread, and cheese from nearby Chorrol, and stashed them in a chest that was already in the room.
As the members finished their dinner and drink, they split up to use the rest of the night for their own purposes. Brellin didn’t know what they were up to, and quite frankly he didn’t care. He was on sentry duty for the night. As he sat atop the high ledge of the crumbling, ancient fort, he scanned the forests for anything suspicious. After a few hours of sitting and patiently watching the surroundings, he heard the door below him open and close, and the sounds of somebody climbing up what was left of the walls. The sounds of struggle made it seem as if it were a young person climbing. He made a guess as to who it was.
            “Danica,” he asked into the darkness. “Is that you?”
            “Yeah,” she whispered. “Its m-me. I’m here to t-t-take over for the night.”
            Brellin helped her up onto the ledge, and took a seat below one of the outcroppings of stone as Danica looked over it.
            “How exactly did you get picked for the group?” he inquired. “You seem too young to have much experience in combat. If any at all.”
            Danica smiled and chuckled quietly. “I k-killed four men with just my d-d-dagger.”
            Brellin raised an eyebrow in intrigue. “Really?”
            Danica nodded. “I was c-coming out of a tavern in Sentinel, and I n-noticed some guys following me. When I was in the t-tavern, they had b-been getting really drunk, so I didn’t pay them t-too much attention.” She leaned forward against the outcropping and looked downwards to the ground. “They f-followed me for a while, and I had to go through an alley to -get to my h-h-house. One of them ran at me while I w-was walking, so I pulled out my dagger and t-turned around and stabbed him with it. He f-fell to the side, and his friends came at me. I c-c-cut them up and ran from there. When I was almost to my house, s-s-someone stepped out from the shadows outside. I p-pulled my dagger out, but she just gave me a note and w-walked away. When I g-got inside, I read it, and it said to meet her at the d-docks at midnight the next night. S-so I met her, and she told me about the Unit and t-t-to go to Riften. So I d-did, and now I’m here.”
            Brellin smiled. “That explains it, alright,” he said. “But you’re not good with just a dagger. You’re a pretty damn good shot with a bow. As good as a Bosmer kin, even. And you’re just as sneaky. Where did yo-“
            “My family,” she cut him off. “My f-father was a scout for the l-legion during the Great War. He was among the men that f-fled through the Alik’r, and later on he fought to l-liberate the Imperial City. Then he went back to H-Hammerfell and fought in the resistance. He taught me everything he had learned w-when he was in the legion and the resistance. He m-met my mom early in the war, and they h-had me just a little while after.” She started to frown. “I miss my p-parents. But I know that w-what I’m doing here is for the good of T-Tamriel. Even if my kin are at odds with the e-empire.”
            Brellin looked down at the stone beneath him. He smiled, then stood up, making his way to climb down the stone wall. “We’re leaving at dawn,” he said. “You’ve got a few hours. Make sure you’re down in time to prepare your things.”
            Danica nodded, not even looking up at him. Brellin climbed back down and re-entered the fort. He was tired, and he planned on getting some sleep before they left. He had spent the past two nights scouting a route to their exfiltration point, where a group of legionnaires disguised as merchants would smuggle them north back into Skyrim. He decided to remind the rest of the group before he lay down.
            First was Shel, who had decided to lay her bedroll at the end of the tunnel straight down the main entryway, at the bottom of a few steps. She was sharpening the spikes on her war hammer with a stone she had found.
            “We’re leaving at dawn,” Brellin stated. “Get some sleep.”
            Shel didn’t look at him, she just nodded and replied with a grunt. Brellin continued down the west catacombs, where he found Blade-Biter sitting in an alcove, reading via a magically-made light. Brellin gave him the same information, then continued on to the west room. He heard sounds coming from the hallway, but he pushed aside his better judgment and opened the door.
            Inside He saw Tyman standing, completely naked, his penis in Vex’s mouth and a bottle of mead in one hand. He handed it to Vex, who pulled off him briefly to take a drink, then handed it back to him. She, too, was naked, as was Tynan, who was lying below Vex, his penis inside her. She moaned and rubbed her breasts as she rode Tynan and pushed Tyman’s penis down further into her mouth. When they realized Brellin was standing in the doorway, Tyman pulled out so Vex could speak.
            “I know you’re the boss, but can we have a bit of privacy?” she said in her relaxed, calm voice.
            “I just wanted to let you guys know we’re heading out at dawn,” replied Brellin. He stood there awkwardly for a couple seconds, prompting Tynan to speak.
            “So… Are you gonna join in?” he asked. Brellin simply shut the door and left.
            He continued down the catacombs to the east room, where he sat down, his head in his hands. He laid down in his bedroll and took Aela’s letter from his pocket. He read it two times, smiling as he read Aela’s compliment about Lydia. He folded it up and put it back, finally falling asleep, knowing he would see them again in a few days.
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            The Aldmeri troops that had discovered the ambush site were finally returning to report their find to their commanding officer, an Altmer named Nelacar. Nelacar had suspected an ambush when Aldaril had not arrived at the military installment near Bravil. He sent men along the road, and they discovered the remains of the riders and Aldaril himself.
            “Could you find any traces of the attackers?” Nelacar asked the patrol.
            “None, sir,” their field leader replied. “Aside from the bodies and footprints at the scene, there was no evidence of them ever being there. No tracks leading away, either. Other than this, sir.”
            He handed Nelacar the patch and explained to him where it was found. The front was nearly spotless, but the back was stained with Aldaril’s blood, which had begun to seep through. Nelacar examined the patch, then put it on the table.
            “Thank you,” he said, turning away from them. “That is all. You are dismissed.”
            The soldiers, shocked at Nelacar’s uncharacteristic calm in the face of his underlings’ failure, didn’t think twice about his words. They immediately left the commander’s room.
            When they were gone, Nelacar picked up the patch and walked to a room further down the hall. One that only he and its occupant held keys to. He opened the door and stepped in, the female Altmer that occupied it turning to face it.
            “I thought you should see this, Elenwen,” he said. He handed her the patch and recounted the patrol’s story and waited for Elenwen’s response. After a minute, she spoke.
            “I’ll be taking my leave of your fort tomorrow,” she said. “I’ll be taking four of your best men with me. In the meantime, you’re in charge of operations in the region. That is all. You are dismissed.”
            As Nelacar bowed and left, Elenwen sat on her bed, examining the patch. She received a vision in which she saw Brellin receiving orders from General Tullius, and travelling to Cyrodiil. She laid down in her bed, smiling, as tomorrow she would lead her men to seek out Brellin and the unit.
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