The Dunmer Vampire

“Really? And they’re cooperating with…non-native dumer?” She gave an exagerated gasp, and then grinned, “Sorry. Couldn’t help that one.”

“Guess there’s little choice left of whom to cooperate with” Rathir shrugged as he began to lead her outside. He winces at the transition outside, even though as wrapped up as he is the sun still manages to weaken him.

“Sorry,” Renaldys took his helmet off and balanced it on his hip, beaming practically as bright as the sun with the tiniest mischievous twinkle in his deep crimson eyes. 

A vampire out in the sun? What kind of twisted world was this? Vampires were bad enough when they could only go out at night? Now he had to worry about them during the day too? Spirits help him he needed to get home.

   “So like a daedra?” Yikes. Now that's a ‘friend’ to make on the road. Rathir whistles “You look tense for someone who just tore through all these men”

The barbarian snarled at the creature, unsure if he believed it’s words.  Raerei normally wasn’t one to judge considering not only what he looked like, but what ran in his blood.  And it wasn’t like demon’s were known for the their kindness nor their spawn.  Still, this was a strange land and he didn’t know what was a wolf in sheep’s skin. 

   Rathir looked down at the possibly daedric barbarian and was not willing to leave the advantage of his safe perch. This had turned from a simple bandit brawl to a standoff...he really should just have passed by and let this play out on its own.    Noticing a few arrows still sticking out from where his armor had not covered him Rathir griped the shafts and pulled them out with not much care for proper removal. He’ll heal anyway.

Burn the what? The barbarian finished off those attacking him and turned to see what one of the archers were going on about.  Had someone else joined the battle? There before him finishing off the archers was this…monstrosity. 

  Apparently his current ally did mind! Judging from the way he looked over and yelled out in a harsh language Rathir did not understand. He assumed it to be a threat either way...

An arrow seemed to appear in one of the bandits that were attacking; he turned his head to see where this arrow came from to see he had gained an ally for the moment. Raserei took this advantage to push his advantage.

   At first the shouting made him doubt that he chose the right target until he understood what exactly the frightening man was screaming. Rathir shrugged in reply and took aim at one of the archers letting another arrow fly.

The sun was just barely up and already it was promising to be another hot Ascadian day. Renaldys Indoril leaned against the canton banister, watching as the sun started to creep further up into the sky, as the birds lifted from the trees and tall mushrooms to begin their daily search for food, as the water turned an inviting turquoise and fish could be seen, swimming along the canals.

   The coast seemed to be clear, despite his uncomfortable situation the shade from the canton provided enough momentary relief for him to act less like some shady thug skulking around. 

She shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the scars across her knuckles unconsciously. “That seems to largely depend in my experience.” She spread her hands, “I don’t miss the Cammona Tong. Saints and Daedra, they were a pain in my ass. Still around, mind you, but their influence is pretty weak these days.”

   He remained silent for a bit, processing what she had said about the Cammona Tong and all. It was hard to see though those eye hiding goggles but he was probably watching her. “Got an ex-Tong down in the Ratway, says they split to the nine winds so yeah. I doubt they’re going to be a problem for a while”

“It only matters for…diplomatic purposes. Stormcloaks seem to be far less interested in dealing with me than the Imperials but…the empire is only interested because they want Morrowind back. Over my dead body. Fucking civil war.”

“It can be pretty profitable when you have a guild to back you up” He spoke pretty generally about. The implication he is giving is pretty clear thought that they are involved with quite the hush hush operations.

She grumbles something near intelligible about don’t give a flying fuck what the fucking lizards think, but does follow his gaze. 

“Sounds about right. Let me tell you, living in Blacklight for a century was no picnic; it’s practically in fuckin Argonia, and they’re still pissy with us over the whole invasion fiasco, even though they fuckin started it. It’s also hot and fucking humid there. I actually prefer the cold to the humidity.” She noticed him looking at her food and decided to eat quicker.