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Huntress

"Sneaking, archery, pick-pocketing, thieving, lock picking; what else could a girl ask for in her life?"

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a character in “Skyrim the Elder Scrolls V”, as played by Skwidge

Description

Name: Huntress
Race: Khajiit
Age: 21
Appearance: A light colored feline, resembling the colors of a snow leopard. She has a small chin, relatively sharp features, and a small bell fashioned as an earring on her right ear. Though it makes no noise whatsoever, unless wanted to. (Imbued with magic)
Weapon: Bow and Arrows.
Skills: Sneak, Archery, pickpocket, lock picking, speech, night vision.
Personality: Sly and cunning, she prefers to do things on her own. She's a sweet talker, getting easy deals and high prices for her wares. Huntress is attached to her bow and arrows, despising it when anyone touches it. She uses sarcasm a lot, and enjoys mischief wherever she can cause it.
Other: She will never kill a fox.

Likes:
Rain
Mountains
Fish
Her bow
Bells
Foxes

Dislikes:
Idiots
Bandits
Wolves
Extremely cold weather

So begins...

Huntress's Story

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There was a painful throbbing coming from somewhere, and a continuous lurch. What... what is that? The figure's eyes creaked open ever so slightly, dawn's light streaming through and jumping at the female's eyes now that the defenses were lowered. She gave a small hiss, but found it to be muffled. Now the Khajiit's eyes flew open as she looked around herself frantically, struggling against invisible binds. Then her head tilted down to see that they weren't actually invisible. She was actually in binds. The cat hissed mentally. Son of a.... You've got to be kidding me..... Now, she was also gagged, so not much sound would be coming out of her. Smart little humans.... I would've been a mouthful too. The Khajiit now took in her surroundings, realizing that she was in a carriage with a few other people. There was also a carriage in front of her. The feline's eyes now narrowed.

These were Stormcloak soldiers. But what was she doing there? They were obviously headed to Helgen for execution, and somehow she had gotten caught up in the mix. But she couldn't remember how, the throbbing in her head was too annoying. "Finally awake, I see." Came a voice directly in front of her. Nord. She mentally growled, struggling a bit more against the holdings. "I'd stop struggling if I were you. It's only gonna cause you more trouble." The female's tail twitched irritably, and she took in the other faces around her. There were five people in the carriage, one apparently unconscious as she had been a few moments ago. And he seemed to be leaning against her. Wait... is he... drooling!? He and another man were both bound and gagged, however, even with the mouth piece he seemed to be watering a bit. "You were caught crossing over the border with a stolen horse; walked right into the Imperial ambush. That one's just a common thief." He pointed to the man sitting next to him. She took in that one's face. Pathetic.

"Well, who's that guy supposed to be then?" The common thief leaned forward in his seat, motioning towards the other gagged man. "Don't talk to him like that. That's Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak of Windhelm." Psh, shows a lot about his character. Getting caught like this.

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Pain seemed to come from every limb in his body as Final became consious. His mind was incredibly foggy and moving seemed painfully slow from his vantage point leaning up against...a Khajiit? Shaking himself doggedly, Final righted himself aginst his seat in a wood wagen, wiping saliva from his mouth that had dripped through his gag. Wait...gagged?! Why? Where on Tamriel am I?! Final attempted to remove the cloth from his mouth, but found his hands binded aswell. What happened after he blacked out?

Straightening himself to gain alittle comfort, the rugged imperial took a look at his "companions". Beside him was the Khajiit, in rags just like himself. She seemed just as confused (if not, angered) that she was in the same situation, gagged and bound. She stared at the soldiers with disgust, along with another man who didn't seem important. Maybe a common thief. However, the man that really stood out was the other man gagged besides himself and the Khajiit, wearing an elaborate coat with a breastplate beneath it.

The fog noticeably clearing from his weary mind, Final nudge the Khajiit and waved his hand infront of him in a questioning manner. Whats going on?

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Huntress glared at the guy beside her who bothered to touch her. He's an Imperial just like the rest of them. Her mind only allowed itself to take in the fact that he was stuck here with them too, a bit. Her eyes had that murderous look that said: 'If I were unbound, I would probably kill you.' She merely turned her head away with finality, deciding to ignore him for the time being. He'd just have to learn how to pay attention to the conversation around himself.

"Well I'm Ralof and- Oh, it seems our other friend has woken up as well. Welcome to the Carriage of Death." Ralof put extra emphasis on the title he'd dubbed the carriage with, only trying to demean the Imperials further. "What's an Imperial doing among us anyway." He sighed, looking down at his feet morosely. "No matter, guess I won't be getting my answer anyway."

The common thief was beginning to become hysteric. "This can't be happening, I'm not supposed to even be here! I'm not even a rebel!" He was struggling against his binds before the Imperial who was driving their carriage yelled at the five to keep it down. Huntress rolled her eyes, trying to bite at the gag and lift her feet up in order to kick at her bindings, completely disregarding those around her. That is, until she lost her balance, (which was completely unlike her), and fell over with a small thud halfway into the lap of the Imperial next to her. She clenched her eyes shut in absolute fury, quickly pulling herself back and ignoring him once more. They were almost there....

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Cleary, from the look he recieved, she looked more like she wanted to kill him before she told him what was going on. Shrugging innocently, Final was about to retreat into his own thoughts when another man in the cart spoke. "Well I'm Ralof and- Oh, it seems our other friend has woken up as well. Welcome to the Carriage of Death." The man, named Ralof, added an edge to the last part, and it didn't help but make the predicament seem all the more bleak.

Again, Ralof glanced at him,"What's an Imperial doing among us anyway." Unfortanetly, Final wasn't able to tell him that he had no place on this "Carriage of Death", so he sighed, his eyes staring down at his feet. "No matter, guess I won't be getting my answer anyway." Another man, the common thief, was blubbering on and on. "This can't be happening, I'm not supposed to even be here! I'm not even a rebel!" He struggled against his bindings until the guard driving their cart shouted "Shut up back there!" in an annoyed manner. Final shook his head sadly, downcasting his eyes to the boards below him. You and me both. I can't even remember how I got here...

The imperial winced slightly as she wagon hit a peticularly hard bump, prying his eyes from the floor and catching him a glance of a town they were pulling into. A shout went up by one of the guards along the wall. "General Tullius, sir, the headsman is waiting!" "Good, lets get this over with." Came from a heavily armored man above the gate, standing with a straight back and an air of command surrounding him. Final squinted his eyes in concentration. General Tullius...where have I heard that before...?

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The Khajiit's ears flicked as she heard the guards talking. General Tullius. I'm going to remember that name, hunt them down, and kill them. Because I am going to get out of this scrape. Her eyes narrowed further, irritation written all over her features as she glared at everyone around herself. That was when the wagon bumped along the cobblestone, coming to a lurching stop against a wall. "Alright, everyone out for role-call!"

The common thief and Ulfric were the first ones to hop off the wagon, walking up to the the General and what seemed to be her second in command, holding the list with all their names on it. Next up were Huntress and Ralof, followed behind by Final. The common thief kept babbling on. "This is a mistake! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this to me! You'll never get me!" With that, he dashed off up the path the five had just come from; that is, before he got shot down by the archers. "Anyone else feel like fleeing?" The General called to the few of us remaining. No one made a move or a word. The General smirked, looking back to Final and Huntress.

The second-in-command scratched his head in slight confusion. "Sir, they're not on list. What should we do with those two?" He glanced up at us, a frown on his face. "Screw the list, they go to the block too." Then some other guards came over, pushing the two towards the block with the headsman. There was a tower in the background, a few feet behind the murderer. One of the men who was in the carriage in front of the fives' went up without any fear, even going so far as to make fun of them. Huntress smirked beneath her gag. An honorable man. She winced slightly as the large weapon came down upon his head, severing it from the body. The Khajiit growled within her throat, trying to work at the bindings and such.

Great, they really got these bloody ropes tied well. She rolled her shoulders slightly, trying to get them stretched. This is bad.... The General then called out, "The cat goes next!" And then the Khajiit was shouldered towards the stone. Fifteen seconds. I give them that. Then I jump over and kick their pretty little faces in. She was then kicked down, her head scraping against the stone.

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Final struggled slightly as he and the Khajiit were forced before the block along with the other prisoners. He was still wincing from watching the thief run for it, only to get shot in the back by an arrow only seconds ago. Getting beheaded seemed quicker than a slow death on the ground. "Give them their last rights." General Tullius callled out, standing next to a priestess. She began chanting some sort of blessing upon them (not that a blessing would help them now) when one of the rebels stepped forward, calling out,"For the love of Talos, shut up and lets get this over with!" This quickly silenced the priestess, saying in a meek voice "As you wish..."

Brave man. Thought Final, closing his eyes tightly as the headsman's axe came down upon his neck, an audioable tearing of flesh and breaking of bones. He hated watching people die, even though he took the lives of others to protect the many on a daily basis. But public execution...? It seemed wrong, especially doing it after they just got caught- and with no trial, never-the-less!

Then the Khajiit was lead to the block. From his vantage point, he could tell she was doing her best to free herself. And there was murder in her eyes. If she gets free, I doubt I'll have to worry about her...though, she'll probably kill me too. Final thought. A lietenant put her foot on the khajiits back, forcing her onto the stone, the headsman readying his axe. Gah! If only I was free! I could cast some fire around and distract them! Maybe...

Ruaaaaaawr...

The Imperial's head shot up at the distant sound, coming from the mountians in the background. A number of other people also looked up at the sky, puzzled at such a strange sound. "What is that?" called Hadvar, the man who stated they had not been on the list. "Nothing, continue." Tullius called back, and again the headsman raised his axes.

Ruuuuaaaaaawr

"There it is again! Did you hear that?!" Hadvar said, and this time everyone heard it, looking at the sky wearily. Tullius told him to silence himself and stated for the headsman to continue. However, just as the axe was reahcing its peak, Final spotted their most unlikely savior in the background. Indeed, he had heard the stories of dragons once existing on Tamerial, but to actually see one, in the flesh, flying towards them, it's massive wings casting a shadow over them turning the day to night? He could only stare at it in shock until a cry went up.

"What in Oblivion is THAT?!"

RUUAAAAAAWWR!!!

The massive creature landed on the tower just behind the headsman, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. Luckily, this threw the executioner of balance, throwing his axe to the side bfore it beheaded the khajiit. It took one long look at them all with black, merciless eyes. Then opening its great maw, let out a roar that knocked Final and everyone around him to the ground, flaming stones suddenly raining from the sky as dark clouds swirled overhead. "Men! Get the people out!" It was hard for him to tell where that came from due to his vision becoming blurry, but he still see the khajiit at the block. Not wanting to leave her behind, he staggered to his feet and ran to her side, helping her up. He tried to shout "Quickly! We need to find cover!" but all that came out was a muffled cry.

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The Khajiit's head jerked up to try to glimpse this beast. It's not possible. They're supposed to have been wiped out centuries ago.... She only had a split second of wonder though, as flames suddenly burst through the dragon's mouth, singing and lighting a few buildings, as well as taking out one or two of the Imperial guards. Once more she was jerked up, but this time by the previous Imperial who was stuck with their little party. She rolled her eyes, kicking up from the stone and using him for leverage, considering they were both bound. Ralof took a small hop. "Hurry, come with me, we need to get to cover. The gods won't give us another chance!" He turned abruptly, rushing over to the tower that was in front of the block, where the wagons were stationed (now burning), and Huntress nudged the Imperial after him. Humans are so unbalanced. Don't want him falling over with those binds. The Khajiit smirked behind her gag, and shook her head. They then both made their way inside before they were burnt to a crisp. I for one, don't want to end up as a charred skeever.

Huntress quickly glanced around as Ralof shut the door. Ulfric seemed to be unbound and his gag removed, and Ralof seemed to have gotten his binds off. He then moved to help the two. "We just need to-" But he was cut off from loosening the binds, so the were still somewhat secure but allowed a bit of movement as the dragon suddenly burst through the tower wall with a loud, metallic roar, more flames bursting through and charring the floors, sending soot and ash upon the stones that were still in tact. "No time. Come on." He jumped up the stairs, skipping a couple steps on the way, and the two were quick to follow after him. "Go. Jump off the roof into the other building. You'll be fine. Hurry."

Huntress merely smirked beneath her gag once more, shifting her head to the side in a form of nodding, telling him to go first. Wouldn't want you falling into the fire after me. I like a good show.

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Jump...? Through where the dragon JUST stuck his head? ...alright then! Shruging innocently, he approuched the ashened stone hole.

With a will, Final launched himself through the opening, sailing through space for several seconds before his feet came in contact with the floor boards of the local inn. To keep from injuring himself, he followed with a roll, coming to his feet nimbly while still in view of the others. Turning slowly, he bowed to the ones still in the tower, going as far as to wink at the Khajiit that had wanted him to go first. Ha! Didn't think I wasn't skilled at getting around, hu? How about them apples!

Running back inside the inn, he lowered himself through a hole to the ground floor, rushing through the ruined doorway quickly. Upon making it outside, he was meet with ash filled air and intense heat from the nearby flames. Hadvar, along with an old man clad in armor and a small boy, were making their way towards him. Final made his way to go around them when suddenly, the dragon dropped from the sky- right infront of the boy. Fire was already building in his monsterous maw, preparing to turn the boy into a burn corpse. With a muffled cry, Final jumped and caught the boy in the shoulder, sending them both flying behind cover as the dragon fire washed over the ground like a wave as Final and the boy shielded themselves from the radiating heat.

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Huntress hissed quietly to herself through the gag, making a running jump and landing easily on a soft rug, breaking her fall. She followed the showy Imperial, hopping down the hole and landing on burnt wood. The Khajiit immediately dropped low to avoid the built up fire, keeping her lungs clear and shifting forward quickly. She just made out a form through the smoke that resembled that blasted Imperial, and he seemed to be tackling someone. Well, he's got a bit of gut, I suppose. Her eyes narrowed, watching the dragon once more as it circled back around. Ralof popped back up behind her, stepping on her tail. Her entire body went rigid, and she spun around, doing a low tackle and completely taking him down. The offended tail was thrashing about madly as she glared into his eyes. He merely coughed on the smoke, motioning for her to get off of him so they could take cover.

She rolled her eyes, hopping off of him and retaining her crouch. He then proceeded forward through the back way with Huntress at close follow. They made their way along, and the hunter smirked to herself. Finally rid of that buffoon. The female skidded to a stop, the dragon swooping down low near them, and then landing on a wall near a building, setting it on fire. She immediately caught the powerful scent of burning flesh, even with her smelly gag on. She shook her head, careful to follow Ralof and not lose sight of him.

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"Quick! Take care of the boy! I have to join General Tullius and help the defense!" Hadvar, helped him and the boy up, sending the boy to the old man. The man said a prayer and spoke,"Gods guide you, Hadvar." He nodded respectfully and motioned from Final to follow. Breaking into a run, both of the imperials made their way through the ruined and crumbled town buildings. At one point, running down a smoldering alleyway, the dragon landed on the stone wall to their left, causing both of them to press theirselves against the wall as the dragon let loss a burning wave of fire, reducing one of the poor soldiers to ash. Damn it! That could be anyone of us at any second! We've got to get out of here!

Coming into a clearing, mages and archers fired arrows and fireballs in rapid succesion, having no obvious affect on the beast the plagued the ruins of Helgen. Rushing past, the came upon a sort of castle, Hadvar rushing to the fartherest gate. "Hurry! Get inside and I'll cut you loose!" However, Final hesitated as he came before the door, looking around behind him. What happened to the Khajiit?

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Huntress' eyes shot upwards for a moment as she spotted the huge shadow of the dragon. "Quickly, get into the Keep, we don't have much time!" However, the dragon let loose another round of flames, encasing the area in a new smoke. Ralof coughed, running blindly forward, the Khajiit having a little bit more sense. She quickly side stepped what looked to be a stone that came out of no where. Ralof happened to run right into Hadvar, and Huntress just so happened to run straight into Final. The Khajiit swore mentally, furious once more that she was stuck with this fool. She attempted to get up, but they were in a spotty position in which it was difficult to regain balance with their bindings.

"Ralof, you damn traitor. Out of my way!" Hadvar practically growled at the Stormcloak soldier, pushing him aside and trying to get into the keep as quickly as possible. "Hurry up, boy! We haven't much time. Just get the damn cat off and let's go!" He got the door to swing open, and Ralof rushed over to the two in attempt to pull Huntress off of Final and get to safety. "I suppose," Ralof coughed violently, nearly to the two. "this calls for a short truce."

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Whatever! Lets GO! Final cried in his mind, rushing in after Hadvar, the Khajiit in tow. He made a mental not to find out her name latter. Upon coming inside, Final was relieved by the cleaner air and lack of smoke, breathing in deep lung fulls. Looking up, he noticed Hadvar approuching him with a knife, which caused him to back up quickly. However, Hadvar motioned to his bindings,"Here, let me get those bindings off." Happy to oblige, he raised his bound hands, watching in delite as the imperial cut his bindings in half. Franticly, Final reached his hands behind his head, undoing the gag and spitting on the stones. Sweet, sweet freedom!

"Huuuu...thanks! The blasted thing was dirt as filth!" Final explaimed, wiping his lips with the back of his arm, rolling his shoulders to loosen up. Taking the knife from Hadvar, Final swiftly cut her binds in one swift stroke, holding the knife by its blade and handing it to her. "Here, I'd rather get a sword than that dinky thing."

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Huntress growled quietly, but was relieved to get those bloody bindings off. They were rubbing her skin raw through her fur. She growled quietly, Ralof entering in behind them. The Khajiit snatched the knife from him, and in a swift blur the knife was already up to her head and her gag was falling to the ground. She sighed, coughed once, then rubbed her temple. "I swear, you're such a pain." The female edged close to his face, her hands on her hips as she growled deep in her throat. Unlike many other Khajiit, her accent wasn't very strong at all, it just had some hints here and there. She whirled around, taking in the sight of the darkened room easily with her enhanced vision, and she immediately stripped off the rough tunic from her body, tossing it from herself and turning away from all three of them. She stalked over to one of the chests by the beds, and popped the lock right off, pulling out some of the armor and putting it on. She then grabbed some of the potions scattered around, carefully tucking them into the small bag on her hip she kept carefully hidden.

Huntress then walked back over to them, wielding the knife threateningly and impatiently. "Now if you ninnies are quite finished here, I'd like to book it before the whole building comes crashing down." The Khajiit had actually just entered in on Ralof speaking, the words: 'building comes crashing down' merging together. She merely snorted, glaring at him.

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Final backed up slightly, waving his hands in a joking manner,"Pardon me for being nice!" The khajiit (he still didn't know here name) swirled around, took in the room in a matter of moments, then stripped of her rags. Hadvar and Ralof respectifully looked away, but now it was Final's turn to put his hands on his hips, mimmiking the khajiit with almost perfect presison,"Well, theres such a thing called self respect." Though he muttered that to keep from earning a knife in the face. Turning to a rack nearby, he simply grabbed a decent looking iron sword, then with a wave of his right hand, summoned an orb of flames. "Ah yes, hello my dear fiery friend." With another wave and a sheath of his sword, the flames went out.

Turning, Fnial watched as the khajiit approuched Hadvar and Ralof, wielding her knife threateningly and impatiently,"Now if you ninnies are quite finished here, I'd like to book it before the whole building comes crashing down." Though at the last part, Ralof said the exact same thing.

Whistling loudly, Final motioned to the once closed gate, now standing on the other side of it, a key held in his hand,"Well ninnies, time be awasting and I ain't getting any younger!" Not waiting for an answer, he rushed down the hallway and opened yet another gate, walking in as if it were all a game. However, that game quickly turned into a life or death gamble as he walked in, staring in the face of two stormcloak soldiers.

"Oi!" one cried, raising a battleaxe to split him in two. The thing about two-handed weapons- their slow. She was only halfway through her attack when Final pulled out his sword and stabbed her in the stomach, kicking her off his blade. The other didn't get a chance to speak as he rained flames down upon him, reducing him to a shriveled corpse.

"All clear!" He called down the hall, sheathing his sword and extinguishing his flame.

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Huntress gave a small snarl. "There's also this magical thing, it's called feline ears. They're super good at picking things up. But I'll let that one slide, Imperial." She spat the last word, watching him take off down the hall with abandon. She rolled her eyes, darting after him irritably. She paused, watching him take out the two guards, but ignored this. She merely stormed over to him, the knife in her hands flailing about with her wrist. "What the bloody is wrong with you!? Ever heard of stealth!?" The female snarled quietly, shouldering him aside and glancing around for stuff. Nothing, however, and she merely noted the stairs.

Ralof and Hadvard came in soon afterwards, their weapons at the ready, even if there was nothing to kill in the room, thanks to someone. The Khajiit slipped over to Ralof, plucking the bow and arrows off his back and wielding them herself, and she aimed upwards, and in one, fluid motion, sent the projectile straight up. Her ear flicked lightly, the small bell tingling ever so slightly as the feline heard the satisfying thunk of arrow lodging into flesh. She snickered, ignoring Ralof's complaints, and slipped up the steps easily.

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"Bah! I'll be stealthy when I want to Khaji...which reminds me, I'm Final. And you are?" The question was simple and honest. He liked to know who he was fighting with anyway. He also had an odd feeling that he was gonna be with this girl for awhile. Hmm.

Making his way down the hall as well, he managed to get infront of the khajiit, grinning slyly. The stairs dropped into a long hallway, two figures at it's end rushing at them. Drawing his sword and magic, Final prepared to engage but was suddenly stopped by and earth shattering roar. The ceiling of the hall split open, boulders, supports and dirt raining down upon the two rushing figure and effectively blocking the hallway. Hadvar appeared beside him, ticking.

"Tch-tch, that dragon doesn't give up easy." He said, looking over their current predicament.

"You're telling me." Final agreed, but spotted a doorway nearby that remained unblocked. Walking towards it, Final opened it quietly and bowed to the khajit. "Ladies first?"

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The Khajiit's eyes narrowed as she watched the Imperial slip in front of her. If he wants to run head first to death, so be it. "It's Huntress, you incompetent-" She was cut off by the blast from the dragon, and she merely looked up testily, her tail tip twitching in irritation. She merely snickered at Hadvar's comment. "Well, what do you two bloody expect? A unicorn? Of course it's going to be persistent!"

Her eyes narrowed further as this Final person continued to mock her. A playful smirk with mischief written all over it cascaded onto her features, and she merely locked eyes with him, an all-too-innocent look to her own eyes. "Why, by those standards, after you!" She leaned forward again, a devilish grin on her face as one fang poked its way out just a little bit. The female then turned abruptly, stalking through the open door and wielding the bow, ready to shoot anything that got in her way. But instead, there were stairs descending downwards.

Huntress quickly descended them, crouching down and raising her bow, her fingers itching to let fly more arrows. They were rewarded when she spotted two Imperial scum, and they didn't even know what hit them. Even after she had shot the first one! Hah! They have fairly low standards for their soldiers. Her bow was raised up, and she glanced around. Bloody hell, is this a torture room!?

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The faintest of color rose to her cheeks, though hidden mostly by her fur, and Huntress abruptly turned around, keeping her glance off of him. She rolled her eyes, hearing him shift around the room once more, she turned back, glancing under some of the tables and in the random sacks around the room. She picked out a couple more potions, refrained from touching the disgusting food, and then smirked, her gaze resting on him once more.

"Well, I have no idea about you, but I was attempting to cross the border with a stolen horse. Apparently I walked straight into an ambush set up for the Stormcloak soldiers." Huntress shook her head. The feline walked over to him, her tail just above the ground so as not to get stained with blood, and she leaned over him, taking in his features warily as she spoke. "I was just so tired of living in the deserts for so long, it was time for a change. Besides, it's hard to find good marks in that place." That small fang reappeared as she gave way to a tiny smirk, her eyes darting back up to his features to see how he'd take the news. "Now, walking on foot for a couple of days gets bloody tiring, and as you can guess, I decided to get a bit of relief from that. And gods, your lands are cold. But it's... good." She nodded half heartedly, her figure still leaning over his and her eyes still scanning him.

"But I'm more interested in how you, an Imperial, got stuck in this mess." She chuckled quietly, her ears perking forward just slightly as she waited for him to speak.

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"Well, I have no idea about you, but I was attempting to cross the border with a stolen horse. Apparently I walked straight into an ambush set up for the Stormcloak soldiers." Huntress said, walking over to him with her tail held in the air and leaning over him, overlooking his dirt ridden face as she continued. "I was just so tired of living in the deserts for so long, it was time for a change. Besides, it's hard to find good marks in that place." Again, that small fang appeared below her lip as she smirked, her eyes locking with his as he shrugged half heartedly.

Huntress continued. "Now, walking on foot for a couple of days gets bloody tiring, and as you can guess, I decided to get a bit of relief from that. And gods, your lands are cold. But it's... good." At this, Final chuckled, think of a khajiit in three feet of snow. "But I'm more interested in how you, an Imperial, got stuck in this mess."

"Well! If you must know!-" Rolling backwards- through the blood, no less, he came up balancing on one hand, swaying slightly before going further backwards, landing neatly on his feet. "-I was making my way from Cyrodiil, onward to a new region and a new adventure, when I was suddenly set upon by what I believed to be bandits! Alas, my silver sword was by my side in an instant, cutting through my foes with ease as I rained down fire and lightning upon them! Little did I know that Imperial soldiers were rushing from all sides- neatly catching me along with the sopposive "Stormcloaks". Thy own brothern wouldn't listen to my words of plea, so I was sentenced to the block, meet a lovely khajiit woman, and nearly got cooked by a dragon!-" The whole while, Final was acting his narration out, slashing imaginary foes with his crude iron sword. Finishing, he sheathed it skillfully, bowing. "And now, you find me here, going who-knows-where!"

He looked up, smiling brightly,"How'd I do...?"

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Huntress merely rolled her eyes, watching him with a small strand of amusement. "You're a moron, you know that?" When Final was done flinging his sword about through the air, the Khajiit stepped over a dead body back towards him. She leaned forward, her face inches away from his. The feline was just about to say something when Ralof and Hadvar returned, interrupting their little story time. "Oh ho ho, what is this I see? Our two little captives getting a bit friendly?" That same blush creeped along her features, and she whirled around, aiming her bow at Ralof's chest. He put his hands up in mock surrender. "Woah there kitty. I was just teasing." Huntress growled, baring her teeth at him before stepping away from Final, glancing around. "Whatever, instead of fantasizing to your little heart's content, Ralof, why don't we get out of here already?" She snapped at the Nord, walking off impatiently through another corridor. She could smell water, they were nearly to their exit. At least, that's what she suspected anyway.

The walls and stone soon ran out, only to be replaced by soil and ferns, as well as glowing mushrooms. Now the feline's ears twitched as she heard the running water, her bell remaining silent this time through the movements. She crouched down low, scouting ahead for more of the soldiers. Her keen ears were rewarded when she heard the faint clamor of armor against weapon, as well as faint shouting floating up. Huntress stretched carefully. Boy, those binds really took a lot out of me.... She thought quietly to herself, waiting for the others to catch up once more.

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Obviously, being called a moron was the usual for dear Final, so he produced a shrug, but went ridged when she stepped in closer, apparently wanting to say something. Luckily Hadvar and Ralof stepped in, saving Final from...whatever was about to happen. Turning away from the group after Huntress pulled an arrow on Ralof, he spotted the one thing that everyone else had neglected to check.

It was a simple book, a black leather cover on both sides. But at its cover, the silver symbol of the Empire stood in high relief. Curious, Final gently picked it up, looking it over before storing it in his pack. Another book to read.

Turning around, he found himself alone in the tourture room, Huntress, Hadvar and Ralof already making their way down the next hall. Clipping his bag shut, he sprinted after them, coming across Huntress as she waited for them to catch up. "Hear anything up ahead?" Final asked quietly, Hadvar, Ralof and himself kneeling beside her.

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The Khajiit nodded quietly, motioning for them to go ahead forward and she'd cover them from the back. "I'll try not to stick any of you in the back." Her voice was hushed, but still very much clear, also the teasing tone in her voice allowed itself to thread through her words, even if it was just a whisper and not much emphasis could be stressed. Huntress blinked, her ear twitching quietly as she continued to listen to the bloodshed. "Then again, we could probably wait for them to take each other out. That'd be easy too." Her smirk was back, and she glanced about herself, slowly raising up her body and just ever so slightly peeking the head of her arrow over the wall towards the fighting.

"Of course, you know. I could just take most of them out myself, but I figure, hey, why not let the others have a bit of fun too? Besides, I'm not a perfect shot, I might miss and alert them to where we are. No matter how brainless they might be." The feline shook her head, her voice barely heard above the trickle of water coming from somewhere. There were a couple torches lit, but they were running a tad low on their fuel supply, casting an eerie glow around the cavern.

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"Well, I for one, want to get out of here as quickly as possible, so if you excuse me!" Launching himself from their cover, Final went into a roll, stabbing a imperial soldier as he came to his feet. Withdrawing his sword, he switched his grip on the handle, holding like a spear as he threw it into an archer standing about ten feet away. He turned back to the other, waving for them to follow, and this simple jester was almost the end of him! Just as he was turned back towards the fray, he almost meet his demise at the business end of a greatsword.

Dodging to the right only slight, he grabbed the man's hand at the handle, keeping the sword going in a great ark downward until it came up into the soldier's crotch. This emitted an ear busting scream from his adversary, but was quickly ended as Final kicked him to the ground roughly and ended his suffering with a blow to the neck, sending the poor fellow's head into a small pond of water nearby. His new weapon at the ready, final quickly waved for the others to here, and was greeted by Hadvar as he neatly finished another Stormcloak. "Come guys! We've gotta keep moving!"

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Huntress winced, about to let her arrow lodge into the heart of the offender before Final took him out in one of the most horrid ways. Nonetheless, it still earned a laugh from the Khajiit before she quickly cut it off, dragging Ralof along with her through the scattered bodies. "Nice one. But like I said. STEALTH YOU MORON!" The feline punched him lightly in the arm, giving a small hiss before rushing forward, her grip still tight around Ralof's arm, thus dragging him along unceremoniously. "Come on dangit! Can you two seriously, this isn't a contest, you know!" The Stormcloak cried out as his body was dragged along, stumbling every so often. "Yeah, well Ralof, you need to lay off the meat, you're like a bloody sack of potatoes." The female retorted, letting go of his arm.

She crouched down on one knee, bringing her bow up and closing one eye. Her tongue stuck out just a tiny fraction, and she pulled back on the sinew. She breathed in quietly, closing both eyes and focusing, before the left one flashed open again and she released her grip, letting the arrow ping through the air and lodge itself through the leather armor of an unsuspecting victim. She smiled softly to herself, hearing the satisfying thunk and whip of the sinew bouncing back and becoming slack. Huntress shook her head, getting back up and rushing forward. They were headed downwards once again, and they soon came to a stream. There were two ways to go, one was blocked off by rocks, the other, slightly more hidden, was to their right.

Huntress glanced up, spotting the small lantern and a coin purse. She quickly snatched the thing, depositing it into her hip bag, and she waited for Hadvar to catch up. "Looks like we aren't going that way." Ralof piped in helpfully.