a fortress built on the side of a mountain , barricades && established defenses left it sturdy even in its abandonment yet , the steep cliff side just beyond the wall with jagged rocks to brace your fall . [ a single misstep would lead to imminent death . ] so naturally , a woman would be pissed off at him here , of all places and a physical altercation bound to ensue .
gusts of wind messing with his perfect hair , the breeze up here was frigid and sharp . like a javelin whisking past . brunette curls bounced with his dance like dodges , sidesteps taken with stride at first glance . her fist had sharp metals around the knuckles , he ’ d notice as with what little time he had been granted to respond , it grazed his cheek and a thin cut began oozing tiny beads of blood with haste .
he ’ d almost lost balance , half of his boot off the edge while tiny pebbles and stones tumbled , && echoed down into the steep abyss of the valley . doom stridden eyes witnessing as such minuscule fragments kept falling further down . only fleeting seconds allowed for his imagination to run rampant with ideas of his own death should caution not be taken . darien ’ s focus whipped back to her with driven fear . [ too slow ! ]
there ’ s a snap / crackle && pop from her next punch , his vision blurred and blacking out for mere moments off centered recovery that landed him on his ass , thankfully still on the walls of the fortress . ❝ for the love of mara ! ❜ anger boosted in his voice , a hand wiping at the man ’ s upper lip , blood spewing from his nose . broken ?! that bastard !! ❝ if this leaves a scar , you ’ ll owe me a drink from every tavern in glenumbra ! no , tamriel ! ❜ he accused , eyes managing to glare daggers at her from beyond his hand covered face , stopping the bleeding , although it merely began to spill out onto his white metal gauntlets .
❝ i ’ ve been trying to tell you , i ’ m on your side ! do you always greet people by punching them !? ❜ with a free hand he removes his weapon sheathe , dropping aside the enchanted blade to show his complete surrender . making audible sounds to express his pain , eyes dropping with the occasional glance to his hand with his own blood staining newly polished armor . ❝ i ’ m captain of the guard , here in camlorn … this fortress was overtaken by bandits , and there have been reports that it ’ s … agh ! ❜ a hand pressed against his temple , feeling a headache rupture from the blunt force of her swing . this is what he gets for disarming the dame . ❝ reports that it ’ s … haunted . ❜ darien says midst an episode of pain flooding his senses .
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this cold was otherworldly . never , even in the midst of deep frostfall back home , had she ever experienced such a biting , freezing chill . the steel that shielded her skin did nothing to help . it could save her life from a well-sharpened axe , or a blow from a heavy mace , but not that of the western colds . how , how in the name of seht’s holy robes did anyone survive out here ? much less build entire kingdoms , settlements and homes ? or this dreaded castle atop such a frozen peak ? she had surmised long ago that everyone in camlorn was braindead . their heads frozen thick by the ice and snow . just like the dreaded nords .
she wasn’t sure how long she had stalked the perimeter after eliminating the bandits . carefully stomping her way through the snow , protecting her stolen territory . she was certain her promised backup would arrive soon so that they could delve further into the fortified ruins for whatever supplies or shelter they may find . but instead of a familiar , nedic face , she was met with a singular soldier in the most obnoxiously polished armor . he wore not her colors , and so , to her , goes the first blow .
he had taken her by surprise---- coming out of the blizzarding south where visibility was the worst---- and she greeted him with a very solid throw of her fist . she wasn’t thinking about the valley , the potential fall . she could levitate , should it come to that .
almost everything he said was lost to the howl of the wind----- not that she could understand the important parts anyways . her tamrielic wasn’t the best . she made up for it in quick , vicious throws of her armored fists . he narrowly avoids the first few shots taken , much to her rampant frustration---- magmatic eyes narrow with fury , bubbling over with wild rage . were he to avoid her again , she’d send him over the edge in a fiery explosion .
THE CRACK OF HIS NOSE IS SATISFACTION ENOUGH . as he goes reeling , she steps back , pulling her tightly wound fists to her face , giving him the chance to defend himself . there’d be no honor in killing him without it .
" os jikhin ohuhl bahr'zuil er arkeen , ekilam ! " is her snarling response , finally able to hear and understand with their proximity . " y’oh no frien’ o' mine . "
her disappointment mounts immediately upon seeing his blade hit the snow . surrender . pitiful . with a guttural scoff , she recedes , hissing small curses on his ancestors . hearing to whom he claimed allegiance made his forfeit even more irritating----- to know that the chance to slay yet another covenant s’wit stolen from her did nothing but anger her further . it is almost forgotten when he finally says something she can fully understand .
" shaalnd ? " her eyes snap to the fortress , then quick back to him . were there spirits in this place , she wanted nothing to do with them . perhaps this ‘captain’ was deceiving her , but she wasn’t sure she wanted to roll those dice regardless . these were not spirits she knew . " bandits-- dead . madir . os-- i take them away . " she taps her blade at her waist for emphasis , still stained with blood .
vyel’s entire purpose after completing her chapter in the elder scrolls is to help the other prisoners/shezarrines with their chapters-- guide them, tutor them, show them where she went wrong and how to do better, ect. she’s lived past the end of her myth, but her final quest is to ensure the survival of future myths. this is the fate of the first prisoner.
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