Heart of a Lion

My name is Jace Regmar de Millfiore, and I am a 34 year old Nordic man who is an expert of Illusion, sneaking, and unarmed fighting. I live in Riften, serving the thieves guild and the nightingales. I used to go to the college of winterhold until I was expelled for stealing materials. I have no stance in the war and nor do I plan to, for I dislike getting my hands dirtied with blood. [[Independent TES Skyrim RP blog, Thieves Guildmaster & Nightingale, will RP with anyone from any fandom ]] [[background pattern by Skyblue2u]]

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

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Stark crossed his arms, hanging his head down as he was huffing. He felt Luth’s judgement, looking up to her almost pleadingly as he said <b>I’m sorry ma….I did wha’ ‘ah had t’.<b> He hugged her, finally breaking from his demeanor as he was still a boy at heart, bursting into tears as Jace sighed, patting the young man’s back gently as he had said

“Come now, son. Everything is okay now….” He rubbed his sons back, not wanting to tell him to stop his emotions “You have grown into a strong, fine young man…speaking of, young man, would you be so kind as to get us some meat? Your mother and I are famished.”

Stark nodded, wiping his tears as he looked to Luth once more and hugged her tightly, running off.

Jace let out a huff of amusement, looking at his lover as he said “I think our troubles are only just beginning with that one, eh Luth” Jace offered a comforting smile, knowing full well she’d take on the burden of his life on her.

At Stark spoke, and soon after broke into tears, L’uth had wrapped her arms around him and held him close. She’d pat his back gently and try to calm and soothe him. “I know you did what you had to Stark… I just worry for how having to do those kinds of things will affect you. I don’t want you to lose all of your innocence and kind heart because of the evil you have had to face.” As Stark pulled out of her hug she let go hesitantly. She’d wanted to have a long talk with the boy, and frowned as she watched him run off. She looked over to Jace then and sighed. “You may be right… but at least he is a survivor. Having a child… bringing that child into this world… that’s the most terrifying thing I can think of doing.”

[jaceregmar]

Stark didn’t choose to respond as he went off to hunt, warhammer in tow as his armor was still stained in blood and soot. Any beast that would come upon him would instantly terrified. Whilst Jace watched his son go off into the brush, he plopped onto his bottom as he groaned softly, holding his side. “Oof......I was nearly dead back there, you know. Were it not for you bringing me to, I surely would be with Lady Nocturnal by now....” He looked up unto his bosmer lover, smiling assuringly as he had said “I am a survivor, as is my son. Us Millefiores won’t go six feet under so easily....but if you were to bring a child into Nirn? Terrifying?” He looked at her stomach, then back to her eyes “I would think of no one better to share the rest of my life with but you....is that thought so terrifying?” 

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

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Stark walked over to his bosmer matron to hold her hand, hanging his head as the nightmare had finally ended. He would know peace, and it was a new concept for him. Jace saw his son distraught, but didn’t comment on his emotional state until they would leave the fortress. Jace continued to lean against Luth, eventually taking her hand as they set out together.

“Once we are clear of the fortress, we must make camp. I’m sure all of us are starving, and would like to at least bathe…..and Stark.” Jace had addressed his son, making him put his head back up

“Yes da’?”

“I want you to know I am proud of you, for what a strong young man you have become. However….” he looked to Luth, then back to the young man “I know you hated that vampire, but I didn’t ever teach you that torture is not our way. When your foe is defeated, you should end their suffering swiftly, not prolong it.” Jace looked to Luth once more for affirmation, as Stark had said

“I’m sorry da’. It was cause of him I didn’ have a childhood….I guess I woulda liked to see him suffer the same way he did to me”

Jace then narrowed his eyes, as he said “He didn’t crush your legs or destroy your family. We are all still here, and you only suffered when you were kidnapped. Despite his tough love, your uncle took good care of you, and there was nary a day you went hungry. In fact, were it for not what happened, you wouldn’t be as strong as you are now.” Jace hoped his words would settle, but Stark then said.

“Yer right, and now’s the chance to live me life now tha’ I know I won’t be killed in me sleep.” He grinned, looking to Luth indicated she was a part of that life.

“Atta boy son. Listen to your mother as well. She is wise, if not more so than I am.”

When Stark had come over and taken up her hand, Luth had squeezed that hand, and slipped her arm around his waist to half hug him and half hold onto him. Her eyes were troubled as she looked at the man she saw as a son, a grown man capable of more violence than she ever would have guessed was in him. As Jace spoke she remained quiet, nodding her head to him in agreement.

When it was her turn, she’d speak softly, still holding onto him but nudging him forward to begin their long trek back. “Stark…?” She peered up at him, letting out a heavy sigh. “I’ve never seen you like that before. Violent, deadly. I didn’t realize how much… older… you’d become.”

[jaceregmar]

Stark crossed his arms, hanging his head down as he was huffing. He felt Luth’s judgement, looking up to her almost pleadingly as he said <b>I’m sorry ma....I did wha’ ‘ah had t’.<b> He hugged her, finally breaking from his demeanor as he was still a boy at heart, bursting into tears as Jace sighed, patting the young man’s back gently as he had said

“Come now, son. Everything is okay now....” He rubbed his sons back, not wanting to tell him to stop his emotions “You have grown into a strong, fine young man...speaking of, young man, would you be so kind as to get us some meat? Your mother and I are famished.”

Stark nodded, wiping his tears as he looked to Luth once more and hugged her tightly, running off.

Jace let out a huff of amusement, looking at his lover as he said “I think our troubles are only just beginning with that one, eh Luth” Jace offered a comforting smile, knowing full well she’d take on the burden of his life on her.

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

jaceregmar

The vampire screamed in agony as the arrow landed in his temple. Using what strength he had to look over to Luth, he yelled “THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I WANTED TO KILL YOU FI- “ he was interrupted by a fast swinging hammer to his temple, lodging the arrow in further as his jaw was immediately broken. A loud thud escaping him as he landed on his side, the vampire breathed slowly, looking up at the young Nord who had a look of frenzy on him. Stark paused momentarily, then raised his hammer once more to crush his legs, eliciting a scream from the unholy mer. The young Nord would then attempt to smash his head in, until Jace run up and grabbed his wrist “Son stop! Don’t lose your humanity because of this monster.”

He initially resisted his father’s grip, but then his eyes drooped down. Falchon was defeated, and raining his heavy hammer down on him any further was simply an act of cruelty. Relenting to his father, he put his hammer up, which prompted Jace to look at Luth “Don’t get me wrong, we are killing him. But we aren’t going to stoop down to his level and torture him.” Unsheathing a silver dagger, Jace peered down onto the Mer, a grim look on his face as the Nord murmured “You were my friend, once, until the obsession of restoring your house at my expense consumed you…..I do not trust you so easily to forget about me and leave me alone, for that’ll never happen.” Jace then bent down

“Any last words, old friend?”

Falchon narrowed his eyes. His body was regenerating and degrading at the same time due to the poison laden arrow in his skull, but the vampire managed to utter “I hope the rest of your days are miserable, wretch” which prompted Jace to look back to Luth, then back to him. “I don’t know, she makes me pretty happy. With you in the afterlife, she shall forever do so.” before Falchon could reply, Jace drove the silver dagger onto the side of Falchon’s skull, the magic of the silver causing the vampire to write and die instantly, turning into dust as the curse on him had been lifted, for the mer’s death was long overdue.

Getting up and looking back at Stark and Luth, Jace walked over to his lover, holding his wounded side as he leaned on her, kissing her cheek softly as he whispered.

“Let’s go home. It’s time we felt at peace.”

When Stark had begun to whale on the vampire as he cowered, screaming in agony, Luth felt her stomach turn. She sheathed her bow and cringed, turning away and covering her ears. She didn’t want to see Stark this way. The innocent sweet boy of her memories had turned ruthless. She knew this man must be killed, she knew they all had every right to refuse sympathy, but senseless beating was not something she wanted to witness or be party to.

She turned back again after hearing Jace’s words, thankful he’d stopped his son. She took a step closer, so that she was standing beside Jace as he knelt over their enemy and ended his unnaturally long life. Luth hugged him gently when he’d come over to her, tears in her eyes as she smiled and nodded her head. She reached a hand out to Stark, beckoning him. “Yes. Let’s go home.”

[jaceregmar]

Stark walked over to his bosmer matron to hold her hand, hanging his head as the nightmare had finally ended. He would know peace, and it was a new concept for him. Jace saw his son distraught, but didn’t comment on his emotional state until they would leave the fortress. Jace continued to lean against Luth, eventually taking her hand as they set out together.

“Once we are clear of the fortress, we must make camp. I’m sure all of us are starving, and would like to at least bathe…..and Stark.” Jace had addressed his son, making him put his head back up

“Yes da’?”

“I want you to know I am proud of you, for what a strong young man you have become. However….” he looked to Luth, then back to the young man “I know you hated that vampire, but I didn’t ever teach you that torture is not our way. When your foe is defeated, you should end their suffering swiftly, not prolong it.” Jace looked to Luth once more for affirmation, as Stark had said

“I’m sorry da’. It was cause of him I didn’ have a childhood….I guess I woulda liked to see him suffer the same way he did to me”

Jace then narrowed his eyes, as he said “He didn’t crush your legs or destroy your family. We are all still here, and you only suffered when you were kidnapped. Despite his tough love, your uncle took good care of you, and there was nary a day you went hungry. In fact, were it for not what happened, you wouldn’t be as strong as you are now.” Jace hoped his words would settle, but Stark then said.

“Yer right, and now’s the chance to live me life now tha’ I know I won’t be killed in me sleep.” He grinned, looking to Luth indicated she was a part of that life. 

“Atta boy son. Listen to your mother as well. She is wise, if not more so than I am.”

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

Jace’s eyes had flickered as he was cutting down the undead, watching Stark do so with only one arm available. The sentinel and vampire had simply watched them fight off their minions, till Falchon decided to cast off another spell, but this time aimed at Luth. It was a lightning bolt, and an abnormal one at that. Stark had seen the red light emanating from his hands, the mer’s sight fixated onto Luth as the young Nord ran to intercept it. Yelling as he swung his mace, the Sentinel got in the way of Stark, deflecting his bowl with his shield. Were it not for this massive recoil Stark had experienced, the young Nord finally felt control of his paralyzed arm return. However Falchon still shot his spell, and Jace heard the flickering lightning come towards them. He turned just in the nick of time to catch the spell with his two index fingers, redirecting the channeled lightning to his stomach, only to deflect it back at them.

The deflected spell had hit the sentinel stark was busy with, and it stunned the abomination long enough for the young Nord to knock over. Wasting no time, he had smashed the sentinel’s face in, yelling loudly as his anger put him into a frenzy. His icy blue eyes now fixated onto the vampire, the Young Nord power walked towards him, dragging his hammer onto the ground until a mass of undead intercepted him. Making easy work of them with his hammer however, Stark stopped himself when he heard the beast roars from before get closer, and it made Jace yell “Help’s here!”

The vampire briefly looking at Jace confused, his expression turned to horror as a massive silver ancient drake flew above the camp. Looking closely however, a hooded figure was mounted on its back, as he had addressed Jace.

Mi̴̻̺̟̫͙̳̞l̻̬ͅl͢ef̴̖i̳̩̙̦̞͕o̺̞̯̲̻r̘͚e͔̩̰͚̯͔̠͝,̣̣͕ y̬̠̬̟ợu͎̦̙̣͠ ̙̜͖̬̙̱w̤̥̝͙i̷͈̪̬̱̥͙͍s̡h̸ ̺̣m̷̪̖̰͙e̞͚ͅ ̵̳̳̘̙t̟̗̰o ̸̭͙r҉̰̜a̺̝͖̰͠z҉̘͓̺̠̘͔è ̲̞̬t̼̹̻h̭̪̗̹̫es̗̹̹͓̬e͈ ̥͎ṵ͕̙nd̩̜̱e͚̖̹̭̞̼a̻̥̺̥̗͖ͅd?̝̦̮ͅ ̜̥͚̩I͉̲͕̬̪͉͙ w̧̲̰̘͓̲a̖̦̰s ̶̖̭̬͍̺͕̮h̛ò͕̤͍p̰͚͓̗͇͜i̩̳͖̲̺͔͉͞n̟͇̠̖͝g̛̫̭̼̼̳͈̭ ̯̟̟̬͖fo̫r̦̼̭̩̻̫͘ ̢̮̪͇a̷͓͉ m̸̤͔o̙̱͔̹̲̭r͏̬̣̳ͅe͈͔̙ ̘w͙̞̠̳̜̦̟͝ó̗̬̮ͅr̝͙͇͈͈̫t̥͖̘̜͉̩̞͢h͎̠̜͎͕̥y̺̺̻͔͈ ̸̠̪ͅt̩͈́a̬͖̜̱̖͉ş͎̲͕k̖̣̘̩̗͉̻.͙̳̥̗.̙̳̥.̪̝.̝̯̬̻͎

“YES! Damon! Raze these undead so we could be rid of this fucking vampire!”

He took off his hood, revealing tan skin covered in scars, golden eyes that were almost those of the undead, as a bellowing voice escaped him.

Y̢̦̠͉̜͎O̵̝L̵ ̤̘̗͇̺͔F͖̖̟͖̻ͅI̠̰̟̰̗ͅN̠͈̹͍̻̬͘ͅ ̪͟D͇̤̦̘͢I̛I͔̳L̸̜̙̩,̪̣̙͓͎ ̯̻͔͉͔̥̝͟D̢̮O̦̼̳͟V̛̳͔̦̘͎ͅA̟͎̠͔̠H̟̩́!̛͉

The commanding phrase from its rider made the dragon roar, getting up from his perch as it flew above them, breathing fire onto the entire camp, burning the bodies of the living dead almost instantly as the intense heat melted their flesh. Making extra careful to avoid its allies however, its tail had whipped the Vampire hard enough to fall on his back, an annoyed growl escaping him. Stark attempted to crush the mer on the ground, yet he got away once more to get on his feet, laughing maniacally as he exclaimed.

“The lot of you really have it in for me!” the vampire then attempted to conjure another spell, but the dragon roared and flew towards him once more, forcing him to interrupt his casting as it set fire to the entire encampment, turning the area around them into a fiery pit. The Imperial then said

M̢̪̦̖͕̘͖y͡ ̢wor̹̮͉͠k̤̻͚ͅ ͈̙̪̪̪̰h̶̘͙̟̝̗̰̗e̛r̩̪̞e̲͕̩̤̲͓ ̸̥̗̖̙̹̗i̝͇͙̥̭̰s̪ ̮̗͈̗̦̟͉d̢͓͙͉̭o̝̮̺͡n̞͙͕̗̩̪̣̕e̬.͈̠̥͔̥͇̞ ̡̠̯̙Y̩̲̙̯͙̮o̜̱̥͙͇̯͘u ̞̱o͉͚w̲͎̜̟̰e͏̩ͅ ̣m͇̯e̪͜,̶̳̲ ̞̠͉̼̯J̱a̮̳̯͕̫͔ć͖e̫̝̮̮̦̻͈.̼̰̘̲̼̭͟ͅ

Flying away, the three of them were faced alone with Falchon. But before he could speak, Jace said. “I am not giving you my fortune. I never promised it to you, only made mention of it back when I thought we were friends. Yet, you hoped to use my son as leverage to gain it from me.” Jace then turned to Luth, looking at her momentarily as he mouthed “I’ll explain later”. However at this point Stark was beyond talking, as his frenzy made him swing his hammer towards the mer madly, holding nothing back as the young Nord was bloodythirsty. Jace then sheathed his sword, taking a step back as he whispered to Luth. “We have him right where we want him. Stark is taking his attention away from us…..shoot the fucker down my love!”

Luth had stood there locked in place, trapped by fear. Her heart felt as though it would pound out of her chest, and her hands were trembling too much to wield her bow.  Magic intimidated her, and the fact this vampire could raise the dead and shoot lightning was enough to thoroughly rattle the Bosmer’s confidence. She made eye contact with the vampire sorcerer as he was casting the spell, silently pleading he not kill her. There was still so much she wanted to do.

She saw Stark try to throw himself between her and the blast, but be thwarted by the sentinel. Then she saw Jace step in. The air around her crackled, her hair stood on end for a moment, she shut her eyes as tears squeezed out the corners and spilled down her cheeks. It took a moment for Luth to realize she was alive still, and unharmed even.

Then the dragon screamed again, descending upon them. Her teary eyes turned up to the beast as she crouched behind a rock. Terrified, L’uth watched as fire reigned down. Whoever that man was he apparently knew Jace, and had tamed that dragon, a feat she didn’t realize was possible.

After Damon and the dragon had flown away, Luth would cautiously step out from her cover and walk to Jace. Fire crackled and roared all around them, she had to step around more than a few smoldering corpses. She finally felt a little of control returning. Jace’s words calmed her enough to stop the shaking, and she nodded and took aim with her bow. Pulling a poison tipped arrow back to maximum tension, she released it. It landed in the vampire’s temple.

[jaceregmar]

The vampire screamed in agony as the arrow landed in his temple. Using what strength he had to look over to Luth, he yelled “THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I WANTED TO KILL YOU FI- “ he was interrupted by a fast swinging hammer to his temple, lodging the arrow in further as his jaw was immediately broken. A loud thud escaping him as he landed on his side, the vampire breathed slowly, looking up at the young Nord who had a look of frenzy on him. Stark paused momentarily, then raised his hammer once more to crush his legs, eliciting a scream from the unholy mer. The young Nord would then attempt to smash his head in, until Jace run up and grabbed his wrist “Son stop! Don’t lose your humanity because of this monster.” 

He initially resisted his father’s grip, but then his eyes drooped down. Falchon was defeated, and raining his heavy hammer down on him any further was simply an act of cruelty. Relenting to his father, he put his hammer up, which prompted Jace to look at Luth “Don’t get me wrong, we are killing him. But we aren’t going to stoop down to his level and torture him.” Unsheathing a silver dagger, Jace peered down onto the Mer, a grim look on his face as the Nord murmured “You were my friend, once, until the obsession of restoring your house at my expense consumed you…..I do not trust you so easily to forget about me and leave me alone, for that’ll never happen.” Jace then bent down 

“Any last words, old friend?”

Falchon narrowed his eyes. His body was regenerating and degrading at the same time due to the poison laden arrow in his skull, but the vampire managed to utter “I hope the rest of your days are miserable, wretch” which prompted Jace to look back to Luth, then back to him. “I don’t know, she makes me pretty happy. With you in the afterlife, she shall forever do so.” before Falchon could reply, Jace drove the silver dagger onto the side of Falchon’s skull, the magic of the silver causing the vampire to write and die instantly, turning into dust as the curse on him had been lifted, for the mer’s death was long overdue. 

Getting up and looking back at Stark and Luth, Jace walked over to his lover, holding his wounded side as he leaned on her, kissing her cheek softly as he whispered. 

“Let’s go home. It’s time we felt at peace.”

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

  jaceregmar

Luth and Jace’s comments had angered the vampire. He then decided to sass them back, saying “You all think me outnumbered….how terribly wrong you are. There is a plethora of fresh bodies that you all were kind enough to provide, despite it being my own men.” the mer had swing his hands as if he were inciting a spell, which made Jace panic. “Shit! He’s going to raise them all back!” The older Nord said in a frenzy, as he attempted to throw an icicle, only to be blocked by the sentinel.

Stark had drawn a knife to slash his arm with to negate the effects of the paralysis. He charged at the two, being blocked by the sentinel. Despite its size, however, it fell over to Stark’s swings, and as Stark was about to hit the vampire, a huge force emitted from him that swept the young Nord off his feet. A massive army of the undead was rising from their graves, the sight making Jace’s eyes wide, as he said.

“Crap…..we’ll need more help” Looking around at the army of fresh corpses, he drew his sword, ready to take on the lot of them, but not until he blew a war horn. The horn making the mer raise his brow, he was going to question Jace until he saw Stark behind him, yelling “Yer not to fuck with me family anymore!” with the mer only fleeing to avoid the young nord’s blows. When Stark and Jace would fight off the oncoming horde, a scream of a gigantic beast could be heard in the distance. Jace looked up to the sky, as he sighed in relief.

“Help is coming”

Luth’s eyes had widened as panic struck her, realizing the spell the vampire was conjuring. She had taken a step backwards towards Jace as the reanimated corpses began to rise, placing her back against his. She tried to remain calm, to hold her bow steady, and fired off a few arrows that landed between the eyes of at least two undead men as they shuffled towards them. But then let out a horrified scream as one advanced closer with it’s mouth hanging open in what looked like a silent scream. This was too much for her, she hadn’t been this terrified in many years and her hands were shaking badly.

She noticed when Jace blew the war horn, but had no idea what it meant. Not until she then heard a scream she knew well. Usually when she heard that sound it meant she needed to run for shelter or prepare to face Oblivion, but now she was already facing Oblivion and Jace seemed glad of the call of a dragon. Everything confused the Bosmer. “W-what is going on?! Jace?! Has Sheogorath taken your mind? We must flee!”

[jaceregmar]

Jace’s eyes had flickered as he was cutting down the undead, watching Stark do so with only one arm available. The sentinel and vampire had simply watched them fight off their minions, till Falchon decided to cast off another spell, but this time aimed at Luth. It was a lightning bolt, and an abnormal one at that. Stark had seen the red light emanating from his hands, the mer’s sight fixated onto Luth as the young Nord ran to intercept it. Yelling as he swung his mace, the Sentinel got in the way of Stark, deflecting his bowl with his shield. Were it not for this massive recoil Stark had experienced, the young Nord finally felt control of his paralyzed arm return. However Falchon still shot his spell, and Jace heard the flickering lightning come towards them. He turned just in the nick of time to catch the spell with his two index fingers, redirecting the channeled lightning to his stomach, only to deflect it back at them.

The deflected spell had hit the sentinel stark was busy with, and it stunned the abomination long enough for the young Nord to knock over. Wasting no time, he had smashed the sentinel’s face in, yelling loudly as his anger put him into a frenzy. His icy blue eyes now fixated onto the vampire, the Young Nord power walked towards him, dragging his hammer onto the ground until a mass of undead intercepted him. Making easy work of them with his hammer however, Stark stopped himself when he heard the beast roars from before get closer, and it made Jace yell “Help’s here!”

The vampire briefly looking at Jace confused, his expression turned to horror as a massive silver ancient drake flew above the camp. Looking closely however, a hooded figure was mounted on its back, as he had addressed Jace.

Mi̴̻̺̟̫͙̳̞l̻̬ͅl͢ef̴̖i̳̩̙̦̞͕o̺̞̯̲̻r̘͚e͔̩̰͚̯͔̠͝,̣̣͕ y̬̠̬̟ợu͎̦̙̣͠ ̙̜͖̬̙̱w̤̥̝͙i̷͈̪̬̱̥͙͍s̡h̸ ̺̣m̷̪̖̰͙e̞͚ͅ ̵̳̳̘̙t̟̗̰o ̸̭͙r҉̰̜a̺̝͖̰͠z҉̘͓̺̠̘͔è ̲̞̬t̼̹̻h̭̪̗̹̫es̗̹̹͓̬e͈ ̥͎ṵ͕̙nd̩̜̱e͚̖̹̭̞̼a̻̥̺̥̗͖ͅd?̝̦̮ͅ ̜̥͚̩I͉̲͕̬̪͉͙ w̧̲̰̘͓̲a̖̦̰s ̶̖̭̬͍̺͕̮h̛ò͕̤͍p̰͚͓̗͇͜i̩̳͖̲̺͔͉͞n̟͇̠̖͝g̛̫̭̼̼̳͈̭ ̯̟̟̬͖fo̫r̦̼̭̩̻̫͘ ̢̮̪͇a̷͓͉ m̸̤͔o̙̱͔̹̲̭r͏̬̣̳ͅe͈͔̙ ̘w͙̞̠̳̜̦̟͝ó̗̬̮ͅr̝͙͇͈͈̫t̥͖̘̜͉̩̞͢h͎̠̜͎͕̥y̺̺̻͔͈ ̸̠̪ͅt̩͈́a̬͖̜̱̖͉ş͎̲͕k̖̣̘̩̗͉̻.͙̳̥̗.̙̳̥.̪̝.̝̯̬̻͎

“YES! Damon! Raze these undead so we could be rid of this fucking vampire!”

He took off his hood, revealing tan skin covered in scars, golden eyes that were almost those of the undead, as a bellowing voice escaped him.

Y̢̦̠͉̜͎O̵̝L̵ ̤̘̗͇̺͔F͖̖̟͖̻ͅI̠̰̟̰̗ͅN̠͈̹͍̻̬͘ͅ ̪͟D͇̤̦̘͢I̛I͔̳L̸̜̙̩,̪̣̙͓͎ ̯̻͔͉͔̥̝͟D̢̮O̦̼̳͟V̛̳͔̦̘͎ͅA̟͎̠͔̠H̟̩́!̛͉ 

The commanding phrase from its rider made the dragon roar, getting up from his perch as it flew above them, breathing fire onto the entire camp, burning the bodies of the living dead almost instantly as the intense heat melted their flesh. Making extra careful to avoid its allies however, its tail had whipped the Vampire hard enough to fall on his back, an annoyed growl escaping him. Stark attempted to crush the mer on the ground, yet he got away once more to get on his feet, laughing maniacally as he exclaimed.

“The lot of you really have it in for me!” the vampire then attempted to conjure another spell, but the dragon roared and flew towards him once more, forcing him to interrupt his casting as it set fire to the entire encampment, turning the area around them into a fiery pit. The Imperial then said

M̢̪̦̖͕̘͖y͡ ̢wor̹̮͉͠k̤̻͚ͅ ͈̙̪̪̪̰h̶̘͙̟̝̗̰̗e̛r̩̪̞e̲͕̩̤̲͓ ̸̥̗̖̙̹̗i̝͇͙̥̭̰s̪ ̮̗͈̗̦̟͉d̢͓͙͉̭o̝̮̺͡n̞͙͕̗̩̪̣̕e̬.͈̠̥͔̥͇̞ ̡̠̯̙Y̩̲̙̯͙̮o̜̱̥͙͇̯͘u ̞̱o͉͚w̲͎̜̟̰e͏̩ͅ ̣m͇̯e̪͜,̶̳̲ ̞̠͉̼̯J̱a̮̳̯͕̫͔ć͖e̫̝̮̮̦̻͈.̼̰̘̲̼̭͟ͅ 

Flying away, the three of them were faced alone with Falchon. But before he could speak, Jace said. “I am not giving you my fortune. I never promised it to you, only made mention of it back when I thought we were friends. Yet, you hoped to use my son as leverage to gain it from me.” Jace then turned to Luth, looking at her momentarily as he mouthed “I’ll explain later”. However at this point Stark was beyond talking, as his frenzy made him swing his hammer towards the mer madly, holding nothing back as the young Nord was bloodythirsty. Jace then sheathed his sword, taking a step back as he whispered to Luth. “We have him right where we want him. Stark is taking his attention away from us.....shoot the fucker down my love!”

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

Jace nodded in approval, stealing another squeeze of her rear until Stark got close to them. The older Nord would soon change his playful demeanor however, as the gates had opened once more. It made Stark stop dead in his tracks as he looked behind him. A cloud of soot and dust escaped the passage as it opened, making the younger Nord cough as it went his way.

Small sparks could be seen in the clouds, as Jace’s eyes went wide as he yelled “SON! LOOK OUT!” as a paralysis spell was shot at the burly young Stark. Only being able to parry the spell at the hilt of his hammer, the paralysis made him drop his hammer as his right arm hung limp. A low, menacing cackle escaped a soot skinned dunmer with red eyes and fangs sharp of that to draw blood, an imposing figure stepped outside of the gate, with an armored sentinel at his charge.

“The -Millefiores-, always causing my life to be its own living hell. Tell me, gentlemen, do you enjoy drawing my ire? Getting your brutish son to massacre my encampment, I – oh, and you brought your lover with you. Charming. It’ll save me the trouble of hunting her late–”

An icicle flew at the mer’s head, as the sentinel cut it in midair. Growling unamused, Jace wouldn’t let the vampire finish his sentence

“Look around, Falchones. You are nothing but that hollow suit of armor.” Jace said defiantly, as his voice became somewhat sadistic “You’re the one being hunted.”

Luth chuckled as her Nord lover squeezed her rear, this time earning him a kiss on the cheek, unlike before when she was focused on taking her shot. The gates opening behind them took her by surprise, wiping the smile off her face again as she took a few panicked steps backwards. Her mouth hung open until a scream escaped her when the paralysis spell had been cast out and hit Stark.

She’d then stood frozen in fear at what she saw emerging. Luth had only known one other vampire in her life, and Abaddon was nothing like this man. This… monster sent chills down her back.

Jace’s words bolstered her strength, and she readied and arrow again, but didn’t take aim just yet. She felt a boiling rage brewing in the pit of her stomach now, melting her fear. “And I am not such easy prey.” She spat the words out. “You ripped a child from his parents and destroyed our lives for far too long. You won’t be free to do it any longer.”

[jaceregmar]

Luth and Jace’s comments had angered the vampire. He then decided to sass them back, saying “You all think me outnumbered....how terribly wrong you are. There is a plethora of fresh bodies that you all were kind enough to provide, despite it being my own men.” the mer had swing his hands as if he were inciting a spell, which made Jace panic. “Shit! He’s going to raise them all back!” The older Nord said in a frenzy, as he attempted to throw an icicle, only to be blocked by the sentinel. 

Stark had drawn a knife to slash his arm with to negate the effects of the paralysis. He charged at the two, being blocked by the sentinel. Despite its size, however, it fell over to Stark’s swings, and as Stark was about to hit the vampire, a huge force emitted from him that swept the young Nord off his feet. A massive army of the undead was rising from their graves, the sight making Jace’s eyes wide, as he said. 

“Crap.....we’ll need more help” Looking around at the army of fresh corpses, he drew his sword, ready to take on the lot of them, but not until he blew a war horn. The horn making the mer raise his brow, he was going to question Jace until he saw Stark behind him, yelling “Yer not to fuck with me family anymore!” with the mer only fleeing to avoid the young nord’s blows. When Stark and Jace would fight off the oncoming horde, a scream of a gigantic beast could be heard in the distance. Jace looked up to the sky, as he sighed in relief.

“Help is coming”

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

jaceregmar

“That’s right, because had I cast this anywhere else, the whole place’d be  a bloody mess.” He laughed softly, as his sense of humor at this point was skewed. A loud crunch noise was heard, as bone shards and skull almost landed on top of the older Nord’s feet. Hearing the gruesome sound, Jace’s stomach dropped for a moment as he looked towards Stark, only to find that the boy was standing tall, breathing heavily as he had stood victorious over the now lifeless giant.

The remaining henchmen whom survived the hysteria nocked their bows in Jace and Luth’s direction. However, victory was near for them and Jace would not be done in by a few welps. Clenching his right hand, he formed an icicle, throwing it like a javelin in their direction as it pierced the chest of the further goon, swiftly and cruelly killing him. The last man looked back at the now lifeless corpse of his comrade, prompting jace to tell his bosmer lover “You were always a better shot than me. Though I have my magic, I don’t have your dexterity, love. Make this shot count.” He swiftly smacked her rear as a means of encouragement, chuckling a little as he took two steps back, keenly eyeing her as Stark made his way towards them.

The gruesome crunching of bone brought her attention back to Stark. Luth felt a wave of relief wash over her that he was alive and victorious, but she couldn’t help but feel pity for the giant. She wondered if he’d been a willing aggressor in this fight, or just another captive of these monsters. Perhaps he’d thought he was fighting a good fight, not really knowing much of the ways of man and merkind. It mattered not, what was done was done and thankfully her loved ones were still alive.

When Jace hurled the icicle it brought her back to the present, having momentarily let her guard down. A split second later and she had already drawn her bow as he was speaking, training an arrow on the remaining foe and taking in a deep breath. The slap to her rear didn’t garner a reaction right away, Luth was stiff, muscles tensed, focused. The arrow flew and soared past Stark close enough he would have heard the zipping sound, and struck the enemy between the eyes. Then she turned to her lover, flashing a smirking grin up at him. “Does that count well enough for you?”

[jaceregmar]

Jace nodded in approval, stealing another squeeze of her rear until Stark got close to them. The older Nord would soon change his playful demeanor however, as the gates had opened once more. It made Stark stop dead in his tracks as he looked behind him. A cloud of soot and dust escaped the passage as it opened, making the younger Nord cough as it went his way. 

Small sparks could be seen in the clouds, as Jace’s eyes went wide as he yelled “SON! LOOK OUT!” as a paralysis spell was shot at the burly young Stark. Only being able to parry the spell at the hilt of his hammer, the paralysis made him drop his hammer as his right arm hung limp. A low, menacing cackle escaped a soot skinned dunmer with red eyes and fangs sharp of that to draw blood, an imposing figure stepped outside of the gate, with an armored sentinel at his charge.

“The -Millefiores-, always causing my life to be its own living hell. Tell me, gentlemen, do you enjoy drawing my ire? Getting your brutish son to massacre my encampment, I -- oh, and you brought your lover with you. Charming. It’ll save me the trouble of hunting her late--”

An icicle flew at the mer’s head, as the sentinel cut it in midair. Growling unamused, Jace wouldn’t let the vampire finish his sentence

“Look around, Falchones. You are nothing but that hollow suit of armor.” Jace said defiantly, as his voice became somewhat sadistic “You’re the one being hunted.” 

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[jaceregmar]

Smiling as Luth kissed him, Jace took a deep breath as his mind was at somewhat of ease knowing that Luth was taking care of the archers that would take advantage of Stark’s vulnerability. Reciting incantations as he made hand motions as if he were conjuring a whirlwind, a big blue magicked presence was in the Nord’s hand.

A stray arrow grazed his cheek, but it was then that the spell was completed. Looking at everybody but Luth and Stark, he released his spell, a horde of furious blue skulls with sinister gold eyes seeked out Jace’s targets, gnawing at their sanity as the whole camp went into a mass hysteria. Turning on one another, the scene became even bloodier than it was, and those unaffected would soon be victim to their former companions.

Jace collapsed, as the spell drained his mana completely. Waving a hand dismissively in case Luth were to worry, his chest heaved with slow, steady breaths as he said. “I can’t do anything like that for another good few months…..whew…..” Getting himself back up, he saw the chaos ensue, and it was within this moment that Stark had the giant on its back, breaking its hand when it tried to grab the young Nord.

“That a boy….”

[sneakylittleelf]

Luth had been casting glances to Jace whenever she could, and stopped her flurry of arrows when she saw the billowing blue whirlwind form into skulls that sought their foes, seeping into their minds. She slowly sheathed her bow as she watched the scene unfold, her mouth hanging open in surprise.

The sound of Jace’s collapse had Luth whirling around to see him, and then running over to his side. Once he was standing again she slowly took hold of his hand, her gaze still fixed on him rather than the bloody fight before them. She looked at him a little differently than usual, there was a wide eyed awe on her face.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

[jaceregmar]

“That’s right, because had I cast this anywhere else, the whole place’d be  a bloody mess.” He laughed softly, as his sense of humor at this point was skewed. A loud crunch noise was heard, as bone shards and skull almost landed on top of the older Nord’s feet. Hearing the gruesome sound, Jace’s stomach dropped for a moment as he looked towards Stark, only to find that the boy was standing tall, breathing heavily as he had stood victorious over the now lifeless giant.

The remaining henchmen whom survived the hysteria nocked their bows in Jace and Luth’s direction. However, victory was near for them and Jace would not be done in by a few welps. Clenching his right hand, he formed an icicle, throwing it like a javelin in their direction as it pierced the chest of the further goon, swiftly and cruelly killing him. The last man looked back at the now lifeless corpse of his comrade, prompting jace to tell his bosmer lover “You were always a better shot than me. Though I have my magic, I don’t have your dexterity, love. Make this shot count.” He swiftly smacked her rear as a means of encouragement, chuckling a little as he took two steps back, keenly eyeing her as Stark made his way towards them.

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[jaceregmar]

Smiling as Luth kissed him, Jace took a deep breath as his mind was at somewhat of ease knowing that Luth was taking care of the archers that would take advantage of Stark’s vulnerability. Reciting incantations as he made hand motions as if he were conjuring a whirlwind, a big blue magicked presence was in the Nord’s hand.

A stray arrow grazed his cheek, but it was then that the spell was completed. Looking at everybody but Luth and Stark, he released his spell, a horde of furious blue skulls with sinister gold eyes seeked out Jace’s targets, gnawing at their sanity as the whole camp went into a mass hysteria. Turning on one another, the scene became even bloodier than it was, and those unaffected would soon be victim to their former companions.

Jace collapsed, as the spell drained his mana completely. Waving a hand dismissively in case Luth were to worry, his chest heaved with slow, steady breaths as he said. “I can’t do anything like that for another good few months.....whew.....” Getting himself back up, he saw the chaos ensue, and it was within this moment that Stark had the giant on its back, breaking its hand when it tried to grab the young Nord.

“That a boy....”

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

jaceregmar

Jace had struggled to sit upright as his wounds were still ailing him. Hunching over to grab the potion she dropped, he put it to his lips as he took a swig of it. He was groaning until he felt his hands on her, a soothing feeling overcoming him as the pain slowly subsided. The Nord held her hand as he looked her in the eyes, his voice soft. “I was at Nocturnal’s gates, you know. Were it not for you getting that brute off me, I would of died. Just know that I owe you my life once again.” He worked up a smiling grin, until his eyes had gotten wide, feeling a shaking force on the ground.

“What was that?” His heartbeat quickened. All of their adversaries turned their attention away from them as they looked towards a caged gate. Jace’s eyes widened as he took a deep gasp.

“What are they going to unleash on my boy?” his voice shaky, Jace realized the odds that Stark was against.

Her big brown eyes were rimmed with tears as Luth leaned in to gently kiss his lips, now that his wounds were somewhat healed. There was a familiar ache in her chest when she thought of what life would be like without him, once again. “Jace… please don’t scare me like that anymore!” She teased, in a voice that cracked as she held back the urge to cry again.

Luth heard the sound at the same time as him and quickly turned to look, seeing a great lumbering giant locked in combat with Stark.

“Come on, we’ve got to get to him quickly.” She stood and held out her hand, offering to help him to his feet. “Please tell me you can run…”

[jaceregmar]

Jace struggled to get up, gently holding onto Luth’s shoulder to get back on his feet. But seeing the reinforcements that would come, the Nord cursed “Shit, there’s too many of them......and it doesn’t help that there’s more archers coming.” Taking a deep breath, the Nord looked to his lover, saying in a rough voice.

“Buy me time. I’m going to cast something big, but it takes a while.....alas, it’ll guarantee Stark breathing room.”

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

jaceregmar

The older nord was cast off in a deep state of near death. His mind and soul drifting off to the afterlife, he was close to death with the amount of oxygen he was deprived of. The wounds on his torso closing to the pressure of the heavy body on him, the bleeding had stopped, yet the pain remained. The immense amount of shock, pain, and pressure nearly drove his heart to death. It wasn’t until his soul was cast before the Lady Nocturnal’s halls.

Jace just stood there, looking at the entrance as it slowly began to open. A sweet, familiar voice beckoned him to come through, for all his problems would cease as his soul were to be to that whom he pledged to - The Daedric Prince Nocturnal. However, he kept feeling droplets of a liquid like substance on his face. It became frequent to where his vision of Nocturnal’s halls turned to a rain storm, the mirage fading as he then heard a familiar voice, begging for him to not go. It wasn’t until oxygen started to circulate  back into his brain that he was able to wake up. Coughing loudly as if something were caught in his lungs, Jace took a shocked, panic deep breath as he whipped his head up to the right, holding himself up with his right arm as his eyes were wide. He would of gotten up completely were it not for his pain, yet he held his nose and looked at the gruesome sight around him.

It wasn’t until he saw Luth before him that he exhaled in relief. “I’ve seen the most ugly of things in my life, but none to come close to the brute that acted as a shield to the blast. Alas…..” he coughed, then turned his head to Luth “Fucking hells, I will never lay with a man that long ever again.” He attempted to laugh, but held his head as he sat up. “But there is no one else I’d rather be with than you…….” he stole a kiss, holding her hand as one of his eyes winced, still experiencing the shock and pain he had before. It wasn’t then until he realized. “Where Sta – “ he was cut off by loud, crashing noises. A giant was after him, and soon it would have reinforcements. “Shit! Luth, honey, get me the herbs and healing salves we packed and apply them to me! I know I’m in pain, but Stark does not have a chance against what may come against him alone!”

He would hunch over to grab a charred bow, strong enough to pull back only one arrow. His eyes were set on an archer that was aiming for Stark taking cover against the giant’s swings. Letting loose the arrow, the bow crumbled, but the arrow had managed to strike the man in the arm. The adversary looking around as to who did that, Jace muttered “Shit……..SHIT! He will expose our cover!”

“Please… please…” her voice was choked by sobs, big fat tears rolling off her cheeks and splashing onto his face as she cupped her hands on his cheeks and stared unto his face. It looked bad. If Luth had her wits about her she would have started some healing magic, or perhaps poured a potion into his lips, but in that moment she could barely breathe and her heart was pounding so loud she couldn’t hear anything but that erratic thumping in her ears.

When Jace’s eyes flashed open, his mouth gasping for breath, the Bosmer shouted. A small stifled scream of disbelief before she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug, even as he spoke and tried to joke and make light of what had happened, Luth clung to him and cried more, speaking no response to his words.

The mention of Stark brought her back to her senses, and she finally released her hold on Jace to pull out a vial of healing potion from her leather pouch. When she looked up Luth saw Jace holding and aiming a charred bow, her eyes following the arrow as it struck its mark. Without missing a beat, she dropped the health potion which clinked on the ground but did not break, and rolled to a stop at Jace’s feet. She stood above him and drew her bow out, aiming and then firing just before the man was about to flee. Her arrow pierced and buried completely into his temple, and he fell instantly to the ground.

Luth sheathed her bow and looked down at Jace, smirking. “You should really leave the shooting to me, darling.“ She then knelt down again and held out her palms towards him, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as a gentle warm light began to emanate from her hands. It was a simple healing spell, not one that could heal serious wounds, but it was enough to ease pain and speed up the natural healing process, and it was the best she could manage with her limited ability.

[jaceregmar]

Jace had struggled to sit upright as his wounds were still ailing him. Hunching over to grab the potion she dropped, he put it to his lips as he took a swig of it. He was groaning until he felt his hands on her, a soothing feeling overcoming him as the pain slowly subsided. The Nord held her hand as he looked her in the eyes, his voice soft. “I was at Nocturnal’s gates, you know. Were it not for you getting that brute off me, I would of died. Just know that I owe you my life once again.” He worked up a smiling grin, until his eyes had gotten wide, feeling a shaking force on the ground.

“What was that?” His heartbeat quickened. All of their adversaries turned their attention away from them as they looked towards a caged gate. Jace’s eyes widened as he took a deep gasp.

“What are they going to unleash on my boy?” his voice shaky, Jace realized the odds that Stark was against. 

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[jaceregmar]

When Luth would set the firesand ablaze, Jace laughed manically as he intended to draw more goons to his locations. However, it was more than he had anticipated, and it seemd like the charge was taking forever to set aflame. Drawing his sword, the whole front base of the camp would converge on his location. Jace was successful in slaying over a dozen men, but three orcs gained the higher ground on him and stabbed him on his shoulder and sides, making the Nord yell as he drew a hidden knife near his collar and stabbed two on the neck while their blades were deep in him. However the other withdrew, going in for another lunge until Jace twisted his blade in a fell swoop to decapitate the orc. His thick armor helped to stay the initial impact of the knives, yet the Nord found himself losing blood quicker than he thought he was. The others would converge on him, until the blast he wanted finally took effect. However he saw the flames of the explosion coming his way, and he was distracted for a moment until two more pounced him and stabbed him, the flames finally converging onto all of the bodies as the sight of Jace disappeared along with the men he antagonized.

Stark witnessed everything and screamed in distraught, slumping onto his knees as he cried out in anguish. Had he lost his father? What will become of this family they worked so hard to protect all these years? He was clouded with these thoughts until feelings of blame and anger overcame him. His happy demeanor diminished, Stark marched out into the smouldering camp with his hammer in tow, looking for any live henchmen. There were still two dozens left in the barracks, and they saw what had became of their camp. Seeing only stark, the would be leader of the remaining troop ordered to murder Stark, blaming him for what had became of their base of operations. Seeing only red, however, Stark’s grip on his hammer tightened, holding it with just one hand as he steeled himself for the oncoming charge.

The remaining lot weren’t nothing to scoff at, however they were no match for the monstrosity that was Jerah Stark Regmar de Millefiore’s wrath. He swung his  hammer horizontally hard enough to decapitate the first poor sod that came across him. Another tried to sneak up on his flank, but it only gotten him a fist to the face, hard enough to break quite a few teeth and his lower jaw. The young Nord’s expression hateful, he turned to smash the head of the foe he had felled with his fist. A few arrows finding its ways into his hammer arm, Stark dropped his hammer intentionally as he laughed at them. “So ye lot intend me to challenge meself, eh? Ye will wish ye never made me drop tha’ hammer.” He grunted as he pulled the arrows out of his arm, flexing and stretching to forget the pain he had just experienced. Stark had gotten himself into a bare knuckle stance. He had also taken off his helmet to see better, not being fooled by the archers ahead of him, although part of him had hoped he would get assistance from Luth in his conflict. Dodging what arrows he could, Stark would land devestating blows onto his foes armor and faces, not showing any signs of stopping as the young Nord was running towards them.

They all thought him some sort of monster, and had withdrew to bring out their biggest ally. But in that time they withdrew, Stark scanned the area looking for Luth, as he implored her “Mama Luth! Find da’ and make sure hes not dead – please!” He looked sad for but a moment until he heard the gate open. Looking at what had come out, his eyes widened – it was a giant. How they had come to be allies with one was a mystery to him, but all Stark knew was that he was in trouble. He tried to make a sprint for his hammer, but a flurry of arrows blocked his path as he treated behind cover. “Shit! You fucking archers are a real pest!” he growled, until he felt the air above him make a shift, almost as if it was being pulled upwards. He looked up to see the giant readying to swing his axe.

Stark didnt have time to escape, and by the time he could react, his cover was destroyed. A giant pile of rubble was created, and the black hand would cheer for their victory, until they saw the giant stuck in his striking position. Their eyes would widen after the dust would settle when they saw the young Nord grabbing the giant’s wrist, his feet firmly planted onto the ground in a strong stance as Stark struggled, yet his expression was livid. He then yelled as he threw the giant over on the ground using its own weight against it. He then quickly picked up a giant plank of fractured, sharp ended wood as he sprinted and jumped onto the giant’s face, stabbing it in the eye as he drove the stake deep.

He then looked over to Luth, raising his index finger as a way to excuse him for the spectacle she was about to witness. Stark climbed on top of the giant screaming in pain, as he snarled.”That’s not the worse of it, you fuckin’ ugly creature.” He consistently punched it in the face, and when it would try to grab him, Stark grabbed his wrist beneath his armpit and bent the giant’s index fingers back until it snapped and broke, the giant man’s screams bellowing throughout the area. While it was stunned, Stark finally walked over to his hammer, picking it up as he dragged it along the ground. With the one good eye he had, the giant saw what the young Nord was up to, and shook his head as his mouth hung agape, knowing full well it was going to die. Stark wasn’t one for torture though, but just to be safe, he swung his hammmer with full force on both of the giant’s wrists, crushing them so he wouldn’t be grabbed. He then stood over it’s face, looking it over as he said. “Rest in pe-” he was cut off with the giantkin trying to make one last ditch effort to bite the young Nord, but his hammer quickly came down to crush its jaw. He then yelled “HEAVE!” as he lifted his hammer one last time, bringing it down deftly as it impacted the giant’s skulls, making a huge bloody mess of what was left of the camp. Stark was covered with blood and guts. However his rage was not sated, as his icy blue eyes fell onto his spectators. They shrieked when they noticed him looking at them, as all they saw was a red man with frenzied blue eyes and a hammer bloodied with their strongest asset. Stark then said “Yer not my prey. MA! THESE MEN ARE OUT OF ME REACH!”

[sneakylittleelf]

After releasing the fire arrows Luth had watched in horror as the scene unfolded. She’d managed to help with several kills as Jace fought for his life, as every few seconds an arrow would zip through the air and land in an enemy. Every time she had a clean shot she took it. But that hadn’t been enough, it was difficult to get those shots when the man she loved was in close combat with her targets. Her stomach knotted each time she would pull the string back, holding her breath, eyes squinting, sweat dripping down her brow. If she didn’t take a shot, it meant Jace could die overwhelmed by enemies, and if she did it meant she could accidentally hit him instead. Luckily she was a skilled archer, and no arrow went astray. It seems that hadn’t been enough to save him, and the Bosmer let out a heart wrenching scream as she watched his form disappear in the flames, smoke, and rubble that followed the blast.

It was lucky none of them noticed the sound, being too focused on Stark now. Luth had started to run towards them, then halting in her tracks as soon as she realized Stark was now the one in peril. She might lose them both on this day. Quickly her fingers were on her bowstring, arrows flying once more. She focused on the archers, as Stark had no defense against them. She took out several, and a few had realized what was happening and started to return fire. She dove behind a pile of debris and peeked out, staring at Stark in disbelief for a moment. She’d never had guessed this sweet tempered young man was capable of this much gore. When he told her to seek out Jace, Luth nodded and ran towards the smoldering rubble where she’d seen him last.

It stank of burnt flesh and hair, and she coughed from all the smoke. Tears streamed down her face, with her green facepaint now smeared and partially washed off. Luth searched frantically, turning over each body she came across, dreading it would be him, until finally she saw something familiar. A hand sticking out from underneath another corpse, black hair…. Luth gasped loudly and began to tug on the body atop her lover. It was a heavy, foul-smelling, burned corpse that had him pinned down, but adrenaline pumped through her body and she managed to pull it off.

“Jace! Jace… please!” She sobbed as she crouched over him, her hands on his cheeks, her tears dropping onto his face. His eyes were closed, and in her panic she couldn’t tell if he was breathing. “Please don’t go…”

[jaceregmar]

The older nord was cast off in a deep state of near death. His mind and soul drifting off to the afterlife, he was close to death with the amount of oxygen he was deprived of. The wounds on his torso closing to the pressure of the heavy body on him, the bleeding had stopped, yet the pain remained. The immense amount of shock, pain, and pressure nearly drove his heart to death. It wasn’t until his soul was cast before the Lady Nocturnal’s halls.

Jace just stood there, looking at the entrance as it slowly began to open. A sweet, familiar voice beckoned him to come through, for all his problems would cease as his soul were to be to that whom he pledged to - The Daedric Prince Nocturnal. However, he kept feeling droplets of a liquid like substance on his face. It became frequent to where his vision of Nocturnal’s halls turned to a rain storm, the mirage fading as he then heard a familiar voice, begging for him to not go. It wasn’t until oxygen started to circulate  back into his brain that he was able to wake up. Coughing loudly as if something were caught in his lungs, Jace took a shocked, panic deep breath as he whipped his head up to the right, holding himself up with his right arm as his eyes were wide. He would of gotten up completely were it not for his pain, yet he held his nose and looked at the gruesome sight around him.

It wasn’t until he saw Luth before him that he exhaled in relief. “I’ve seen the most ugly of things in my life, but none to come close to the brute that acted as a shield to the blast. Alas.....” he coughed, then turned his head to Luth “Fucking hells, I will never lay with a man that long ever again.” He attempted to laugh, but held his head as he sat up. “But there is no one else I’d rather be with than you.......” he stole a kiss, holding her hand as one of his eyes winced, still experiencing the shock and pain he had before. It wasn’t then until he realized. “Where Sta -- “ he was cut off by loud, crashing noises. A giant was after him, and soon it would have reinforcements. “Shit! Luth, honey, get me the herbs and healing salves we packed and apply them to me! I know I’m in pain, but Stark does not have a chance against what may come against him alone!”

He would hunch over to grab a charred bow, strong enough to pull back only one arrow. His eyes were set on an archer that was aiming for Stark taking cover against the giant’s swings. Letting loose the arrow, the bow crumbled, but the arrow had managed to strike the man in the arm. The adversary looking around as to who did that, Jace muttered “Shit........SHIT! He will expose our cover!”

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[jaceregmar]

When Luth would set the firesand ablaze, Jace laughed manically as he intended to draw more goons to his locations. However, it was more than he had anticipated, and it seemd like the charge was taking forever to set aflame. Drawing his sword, the whole front base of the camp would converge on his location. Jace was successful in slaying over a dozen men, but three orcs gained the higher ground on him and stabbed him on his shoulder and sides, making the Nord yell as he drew a hidden knife near his collar and stabbed two on the neck while their blades were deep in him. However the other withdrew, going in for another lunge until Jace twisted his blade in a fell swoop to decapitate the orc. His thick armor helped to stay the initial impact of the knives, yet the Nord found himself losing blood quicker than he thought he was. The others would converge on him, until the blast he wanted finally took effect. However he saw the flames of the explosion coming his way, and he was distracted for a moment until two more pounced him and stabbed him, the flames finally converging onto all of the bodies as the sight of Jace disappeared along with the men he antagonized.

Stark witnessed everything and screamed in distraught, slumping onto his knees as he cried out in anguish. Had he lost his father? What will become of this family they worked so hard to protect all these years? He was clouded with these thoughts until feelings of blame and anger overcame him. His happy demeanor diminished, Stark marched out into the smouldering camp with his hammer in tow, looking for any live henchmen. There were still two dozens left in the barracks, and they saw what had became of their camp. Seeing only stark, the would be leader of the remaining troop ordered to murder Stark, blaming him for what had became of their base of operations. Seeing only red, however, Stark’s grip on his hammer tightened, holding it with just one hand as he steeled himself for the oncoming charge.

The remaining lot weren’t nothing to scoff at, however they were no match for the monstrosity that was Jerah Stark Regmar de Millefiore’s wrath. He swung his  hammer horizontally hard enough to decapitate the first poor sod that came across him. Another tried to sneak up on his flank, but it only gotten him a fist to the face, hard enough to break quite a few teeth and his lower jaw. The young Nord’s expression hateful, he turned to smash the head of the foe he had felled with his fist. A few arrows finding its ways into his hammer arm, Stark dropped his hammer intentionally as he laughed at them. “So ye lot intend me to challenge meself, eh? Ye will wish ye never made me drop tha’ hammer.” He grunted as he pulled the arrows out of his arm, flexing and stretching to forget the pain he had just experienced. Stark had gotten himself into a bare knuckle stance. He had also taken off his helmet to see better, not being fooled by the archers ahead of him, although part of him had hoped he would get assistance from Luth in his conflict. Dodging what arrows he could, Stark would land devestating blows onto his foes armor and faces, not showing any signs of stopping as the young Nord was running towards them.

They all thought him some sort of monster, and had withdrew to bring out their biggest ally. But in that time they withdrew, Stark scanned the area looking for Luth, as he implored her “Mama Luth! Find da’ and make sure hes not dead -- please!” He looked sad for but a moment until he heard the gate open. Looking at what had come out, his eyes widened -- it was a giant. How they had come to be allies with one was a mystery to him, but all Stark knew was that he was in trouble. He tried to make a sprint for his hammer, but a flurry of arrows blocked his path as he treated behind cover. “Shit! You fucking archers are a real pest!” he growled, until he felt the air above him make a shift, almost as if it was being pulled upwards. He looked up to see the giant readying to swing his axe.

Stark didnt have time to escape, and by the time he could react, his cover was destroyed. A giant pile of rubble was created, and the black hand would cheer for their victory, until they saw the giant stuck in his striking position. Their eyes would widen after the dust would settle when they saw the young Nord grabbing the giant’s wrist, his feet firmly planted onto the ground in a strong stance as Stark struggled, yet his expression was livid. He then yelled as he threw the giant over on the ground using its own weight against it. He then quickly picked up a giant plank of fractured, sharp ended wood as he sprinted and jumped onto the giant’s face, stabbing it in the eye as he drove the stake deep.

He then looked over to Luth, raising his index finger as a way to excuse him for the spectacle she was about to witness. Stark climbed on top of the giant screaming in pain, as he snarled.”That’s not the worse of it, you fuckin’ ugly creature.” He consistently punched it in the face, and when it would try to grab him, Stark grabbed his wrist beneath his armpit and bent the giant’s index fingers back until it snapped and broke, the giant man’s screams bellowing throughout the area. While it was stunned, Stark finally walked over to his hammer, picking it up as he dragged it along the ground. With the one good eye he had, the giant saw what the young Nord was up to, and shook his head as his mouth hung agape, knowing full well it was going to die. Stark wasn’t one for torture though, but just to be safe, he swung his hammmer with full force on both of the giant’s wrists, crushing them so he wouldn’t be grabbed. He then stood over it’s face, looking it over as he said. “Rest in pe-” he was cut off with the giantkin trying to make one last ditch effort to bite the young Nord, but his hammer quickly came down to crush its jaw. He then yelled “HEAVE!” as he lifted his hammer one last time, bringing it down deftly as it impacted the giant’s skulls, making a huge bloody mess of what was left of the camp. Stark was covered with blood and guts. However his rage was not sated, as his icy blue eyes fell onto his spectators. They shrieked when they noticed him looking at them, as all they saw was a red man with frenzied blue eyes and a hammer bloodied with their strongest asset. Stark then said “Yer not my prey. MA! THESE MEN ARE OUT OF ME REACH!”

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

Luth had heard and seen the sentry that was getting closer, and she knew from Jace’s body language that he was preparing to handle the situation. Most might have flinched at the way he landed the dagger into his enemies throat without even interrupting his sentence, but Luth knew her lover well and knew it was coming. Her eyes darted to the fallen man who was making a soft gurgling sound for a few seconds before falling deathly silent with blood pooling under him, then returned her attention to Jace.

She listened as the two Nords spoke, making eye contact with Stark. A soft smile appeared on her otherwise serious expression, and she placed a hand against his cheek. “I won’t let any harm come to you. Not ever again.” It might have been an amusing sight, this small womer claiming to protect a man easily three times her size and muscle mass, but she was very serious about it. In her eyes he was still that small boy. 

She then turned to Jace and nodded. “I’ve got your backs. And remember to hide the bodies if you can.” She gestured the the slain sentry bleeding out on the ground. “Put him somewhere he won’t easily be discovered. Otherwise they’ll sound the alarm before you get a chance to set the place aflame.”

[jaceregmar]

Stark had given a nod to his bosmer matron, dragging the lifeless corpse by the feet before Stark had picked it up with his one hand and throw it into the brush. It made Jace cringe how strong his son was, and to handle a body such a way made the older Nord squint one eye. “Son, you need to be more delicate. They may be our enemies but that’s not how you treat the dead.” To which Stark responded, with his icey blue eyes wide “We’re in a hurry, da’. Best we carry on and not treat all of these criminals properly eh?” to which Jace responded. “It’s not that, you just made more noise than you should have.” the younger nord’s expression dropped, as he said “Oh…..well, okay. No more throwin’ corpses.”

Jace shook his head and beckoned for Luth to follow close. “When I signal you, light an arrow on fire and shoot it at wherever I signal you to”. He readied another throwing knife, as he pointed to a sentry stationed high above the wall, overlooking the camp as he murmured to Luth. “Take him out. He is the one most likely to discover us traversing the camp. I will take care of the one opposite to him, and Star – wait where did he go?” The Nord looked panicked and whipped his head side to side, until he heard a loud noise of crushing impact which made him jump to his feet, Falchion ready in one hand and knife in the other, till his shoulders dropped. Stark had dispatched another sentry “I think this one was on to us da’, best we get a move on?”

“Aye, I think they noticed their friend there was missing. Lets make haste.” Stark then delicately disposed of the body, putting the fresh corpse on top of the other as a rotten stench started to build, both men having soiling themselves after their death as the younger Nord pinched his nostrils to offset the smell. Jace took a few seconds to ready his aim, then flinging the knife onto the left sentry, the knife flying at a speed fast enough to nearly pierce the man’s skull completely, making him drop dead immediately. It was at this time Jace hoped Luth had landed her shot, casting invisibility as he immediately set out towards the camp, looking for all the flammable materials as he treaded carefully, taking extra care to not be heard as casting muffle would of taken too much time as it did. Jace took notice of a stack of barrels, seemingly to be filled to the brim with mead and ale. Noting how alcohol was flammable, he set his charges onto those barrels, making way back to where Stark was as he counted on Luth to dispatch whomever would take notice of him. However, Stark wasn’t where they were originally, immediately taking notice of the band of sentrys making for a sprint to where they were stationed. Cursing under his breath until he saw Stark two meters away, he undone his invisibility spell to call the boy over, yet he had gotten the attention of the band of sentries instead.

Not having any time to recast his invisibility, he readied his sword, the band yelling to the older Nord’s location until two of them were seen flying in the air. A jovial tone could be heard amidst the sound of crushing and screaming as the familiar voice mused “Flying like chickens the black hand goes, wherever I swing, my hammer doth glow with the blood and bones of my foes!" the panicked band turned their attention to Stark, which made Jace signal for Luth to keep her eyes on the older Nord, as Stark was handling the infantry quite flawlessly. Going over to the barrels of mead, the whole camp had been alerted by the skirmish in the outskirts, however Jace didn’t want his son to be overwhelmed, as the older Nord yelled at the would be reinforcements "Oi! You shits! Yer lookin for the man with the fortune, Jace, yes?! WELL I AM HERE! If ye want me money, ye best catch up to me, you sods!” The half Breton yelled tauntingly. When the men would come after them, Jace would point at the barrels as he wanted her to ignite them, yelling “LUTH! NOW!”

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

jaceregmar

Jace and his burly son had donned their armor, with Jace’s face being veiled by the Nightingale cloak. Stark however had donned Stahlrim armor, a set made by his own blood and sweat. Waiting for Luth to get ready before they expeditioned, The Nords would set off to the location of the Black Hand’s lair, with their bosmer companion in tow.

After a half day journey, they would arrive at a supposedly abandoned fortress in the south of the Whiterun. Appearing in the midday, the two Nords looked to Luth, a considerable distance away from any possible sentry sight as Jace said in a hushed whisper. “They’re not a big force, but not one to be undestimated. Stark will naturally generate chaos should we need to make a getaway. Trust me on this, the boy’s got a good role for generating his foe’s ire.” Jace pandered, but then he said. “However, while we does that, you and I do what we do best – break and enter – subtly.”

Stark had grinned wide when he knew he was allowed to let loose, as there was no doubt the other two would cover for him from a distance. They then looked to Luth, as Jace said. “Unless you have other ideas, my love?”

Luth had dressed in her Nightingale armor, although she kept her face uncovered as anything on her face was a nuisance to the Bosmer, unhindered eyesight being crucial to her aim. She’d taken a moment to marvel at Stark’s armor before they set off on the road, remarking on the excellent craftsmanship to the younger Nord. During the journey she was lighthearted and cheerful, laughing and joking along the way.

Once arriving at the point of interest, Luth had instinctively dropped to a crouch, walking in slow silent steps as they grew closer. Her russet eyes focusing intensely on Jace as she listened, only to nod in agreement once he’d finished.

On the job Luth was serious and to the point. She didn’t talk more than absolutely necessarily, and her entire demeanor would change from how she was outside of work. She took a moment to apply fresh poison to her arrows as well as the blade of her dagger.

“Alright. Let’s get this done.“

[jaceregmar]

“Easier said than done” The older Nord had said briskly, throwing a dagger at the throat of a sentry that got a little close for comfort. “As you can see, this place is packed to the teeth. Luth, I will need you to be the eyes of this operation. You have the keener senses of the both of us, so we are depending on you to spot anything out of place that might compromise us. Stark, I will need you to bash the heads of anyone we might come across.”

Jace took a deep breath whilst Stark had a look of disapproval on his face. “Son, these are the same men that would take children from their mothers just to prove a point, and put them through unspeakable things. It nearly happened to you, and I would not hold it against my conscience if Nirn was one less of these scum. Now, son, do you understand me? Kill them without discrimination....I know I am asking alot, but --”

“I get it da’. I’m naught ‘fraid, rather, ye think me slaughterin’ ‘em like th’ pigs they are will make us targets after we are finished ‘ere?”

Jace then smirked, saying “Oh no, this is their base. If we root the problem from the stem, they shan’t bother us no more.” Jace sifted through his bags, showing firesand encased in a glass sphere. “These jokers have the base littered with flammable material. Luth will keep an eye out for whomever might spot me setting these charges, and you will take care of whatever problems we might come across. If all goes to plan, ye won’t have to swing that hammer of yers often...I hope.

Stark then nodded, as he looked to Luth. “My da’s fockin crazy, but I trust ye to look out for us, aye mama Luth?” the younger Nord smiled. 

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[sneakylittleelf]

  jaceregmar

Jace furrowed his brow, placing his hand on her wrists as he sternly said “No. If I am going to die, I would not have you do the same. I love you, and I would no sooner have you sa-”

“DA! CUT TH’ SHIT WILL YE?!”

Jace flinched, and narrowed his eyelids as he whipped his head back to look at Stark.

“What did you say?”

“Yer so fockin’ full o’ it! Ye came home, hoping these sods will follow ye, and yet th’ first place ye come to is mama Luth?! I thought ye wanted HER o’ all people ‘ta get involved, and yet yer saying yer not? Wot sort o’ fockin’ hero do ye take yerself for? We wouldnt BE in this shit if it weren’t for ye!!” The young Nord scowled, ready for whatever backlash Jace would give him. However, it made Jace feel defeated, as his son’s passionate words struck him through his sense.

The older Nord would then take a deep breath, sighing in defeat as he relented. “He’s right Luth. I wanted to involve you, even if I say otherwise. I would have no one else by my si- “

“AHEM!”

“…other than Stark at my side.  Son, get our armor. It’s time we murder a Dunmer.”

The hand on her wrist and stern response had Luth stopping short in her march back to her home, a fiery glare in her eyes as she stared Jace down. Her mouth opened, ready to spill sharp, angry words at him when Stark intervened. She stared in astonishment at the younger Nord while he spoke.

Once all was said, Luth’s eyes were a little misty. She nodded firmly to Jace, then leaned in to place a small kiss on his cheek. She then turned and started walking again, casting a smile over to Stark. “I suppose I could get used to you calling me Mama Luth, even if you are at least twice my size now.”

[jaceregmar]

Jace and his burly son had donned their armor, with Jace’s face being veiled by the Nightingale cloak. Stark however had donned Stahlrim armor, a set made by his own blood and sweat. Waiting for Luth to get ready before they expeditioned, The Nords would set off to the location of the Black Hand’s lair, with their bosmer companion in tow. 

After a half day journey, they would arrive at a supposedly abandoned fortress in the south of the Whiterun. Appearing in the midday, the two Nords looked to Luth, a considerable distance away from any possible sentry sight as Jace said in a hushed whisper. “They’re not a big force, but not one to be undestimated. Stark will naturally generate chaos should we need to make a getaway. Trust me on this, the boy’s got a good role for generating his foe’s ire.” Jace pandered, but then he said. “However, while we does that, you and I do what we do best -- break and enter -- subtly.” 

Stark had grinned wide when he knew he was allowed to let loose, as there was no doubt the other two would cover for him from a distance. They then looked to Luth, as Jace said. “Unless you have other ideas, my love?”

[sneakylittleelf]

The Nord woke up next to his lover the next morning, kissing her cheek as he lazily plops next to her, wrapping his strong arm around her waist as he sighs happily "Good morning beautiful"

Luth smiled without opening her eyes. She was always a little stubborn to be woken, tho a kiss and strong arm around her waist was one of the nicer ways to be roused in the morning.

“Not morning….mmmf…”  she mumbled barely understandable words before quickly falling back into a deep sleep.

[jaceregmar]

Icey blue eyes and a crimson splattered muscular form, the younger Nord was panting heavily, despite keeping his joyful expression. Stark showed some signs of fright, yet his personality didn’t allow for any show of fear. Jace however, snapped out of his stunned daze by Luth’s voice, jumping a little as he immediately took the pants and fitted himself into them, eyelids shakey at the sight of the carnage. “Stark…you rememb- “ “AYE DA’, THESE TH’ SAME BASTARDS THA’ TRIED ‘TA TAKE ME FROM LUTH!” his smile quickly faded, as dreaded childhood memories flooded back to him. “But somethin’ tells me these were just th’ chumps, and there’s more headed here.” The younger Nord gripped his warhammer, the head dripping gore and brain matter as he began to breath heavily “Son…….” “Da’, we need to get rid o’ them for good. Ye spent years away from mama Luth t’ scope out these fockers, and ye finally found ‘em! Let’s go kill em all an—” “SON!” Jace screamed “WATCH YOUR MOUTH, AND YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE WHAT WE DO!” Jace’s expression quickly turned wild as Stark froze in obedience, eyes wide as he realized what was going on.  “I have just came back to Luth, and I would not sooner involve her in our violent drama.” He then turned back to the womer, as the Nord stated “My past is haunting me again love. I must put an end to this nonsense, so that I may happily leave in peace with you….”

[sneakylittleelf]

Luth watched silently as Jace put the pants on, and stood in silence as the two Nords spoke. Her eyes wandered to Stark, she looked him over slowly. The young boy he once was still remained in some ways, but there was no denying he’d grown up. He’d killed. He was covered in the blood of those he’d killed, and any who did not know him and how soft hearted he was would surely cower in fear at the mere sight. Being called mama Luth by him touched her heart, though, and brought a slight smile to her face.

When Jace raised his voice Luth flinched. It was possibly the first time he’d done so in her presence. She looked him in the eyes.

“Like hell you’re going to leave me behind! Not involve me in your violent drama? Jace, look at me…”, she placed her hands on his shoulders, “I’m involved. I wouldn’t have it any other way and I’m coming with you. Don’t even bother trying to stop me because it won’t work. I lost you once, I will not have that happen again.“

With that the Bosmer turned to the younger Nord and nodded. “Stark, you need to clean up. And we all need to put armor on. Let’s go get ready”

[jaceregmar]

Jace furrowed his brow, placing his hand on her wrists as he sternly said “No. If I am going to die, I would not have you do the same. I love you, and I would no sooner have you sa-”

“DA! CUT TH’ SHIT WILL YE?!”

Jace flinched, and narrowed his eyelids as he whipped his head back to look at Stark.

“What did you say?”

“Yer so fockin’ full o’ it! Ye came home, hoping these sods will follow ye, and yet th’ first place ye come to is mama Luth?! I thought ye wanted HER o’ all people ‘ta get involved, and yet yer saying yer not? Wot sort o’ fockin’ hero do ye take yerself for? We wouldnt BE in this shit if it weren’t for ye!!” The young Nord scowled, ready for whatever backlash Jace would give him. However, it made Jace feel defeated, as his son’s passionate words struck him through his sense.

The older Nord would then take a deep breath, sighing in defeat as he relented. “He’s right Luth. I wanted to involve you, even if I say otherwise. I would have no one else by my si- “

“AHEM!”

“...other than Stark at my side.  Son, get our armor. It’s time we murder a Dunmer.”