"Foolish boy! You should be honored to die for the Deep Ones." the fanatical, grey skinned woman replied, unlocking the cell and taking John's arm forcibly. He gave a grunt and was forced to follow. As they walked to what would very well be John's death, more cultists joined up, some human as well as more elvish-looking ones.
John then got his first look at the woman pulling him along and almost gasped. She was a Dunmer, a race he thought as purely fictional. Despite being covered in mud and grime, she was a rather attractive one at that. With shapely thighs, ample teats and soft hands. "A shame, I would court her if she wasn't a fanatical nutcase." John thought as she pulled him along.
They stopped before a stone slab, covered in dried blood. No doubt from previous victims.
As the female Dunmer turned to face John again, she took notice of the pentacle necklace he wore.
"Well, well. What trinket have you got there?" she asked, coming uncomfortably close to him.
John narrowed his eyes.
"Its not any of your business."
"Oh, but surely it will be when you are gone. Perhaps it will look better on me."
"Just be silent and let's get this over with, you smelly wench."
"My, my...so defiant...even when death is just a heartbeat away."
The Dunmer woman kissed John's cheek forcefully, biting him hard as she broke the kiss.
However, she had made the mistake of lowering her guard.
That was when John made his move.
He quickly elbowed the Dark Elf's gut and knocks her out with a swift kick to the jaw.
The other cultists quickly drew their swords and axes. John was quick on his feet though and twisted the wrist of a thin one and snatched the iron shortsword from his hands before running his foe through with the sword before jumping back to get some distance from the other aggressors.
"Give up boy! Your out-numbered." One yelled.
"I'll enjoy spilling your guts." Shouted another.
Quickly moving towards the cavarn wall. John took a torch from its mantle and threw it at the cultists, setting their bodies aflame.
Their screams pained him. But John kept running until he came to a ladder, he climbed it and opened a trap door.
Quickly climbing out, John dashed out of the building and evaded all other locals of this messed up place. Into the forest he went, trying to get as far as possible. But as he ran out of breath, it dawned on him. Where was he?...
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Qa'Dar smiled and hoisted his pack. "Just to tell your mother that this one my visit Northern Goods soon. Qa'Dar hasn't seen her in awhile, and this one has gifts." the Khajiit replied politely.
Talasma thanked the young Argonian and handed her 40 septims.
