Fandom Unlikely Allies - A TESV: Skyrim Roleplay {Discontinued}

Dra'ziik snorted, his eyes still narrowed at Farkas. "This one should know from Aela that quicksilver burns more than inferior silver. Khajiit's blade may taste more than bandit blood tonight." Dra'ziik turned to Ryu. "Dra'ziik is not against the servants of Hircine, but the attitude that hangs amoungst them. This one is still snide after life is saved. Disguises and excuses murders and innocent blood as 'honor.' There is honor with beast blood, but NO honor in being beast in human skin! Kyne frowns upon such who abuse status and power for meaningless hunt!" Dra'ziik wiped his chin at Farkas with the back of his hand, a rude gesture amoungst Khajiit's, then turned to Ryu. "Pshh. Ryu will do what is desired, reguardless of what Dra'ziik asks. But do NOT become one of their kind, beasts in human skin." Dra'ziik turned on his heel, headed back to the camp. "Now, Dra'ziik has offering to make of Kyne, Khajiit RESPECTS the honorable hunt." He strode off through the trees, steaming about meeting yet another companion outside of whiterun.

"Come on Ryu, you want to still become a companion right well then we'll have to make a journey to whiterun and you know how long that'll take" Farkas stated.


"Alright but we're setting up camp with the others and you'll just have to deal with two khajiit" Ryu stated.


"You have two cats in your group? Why do I get the feeling this will be torture" Farkas asked.


"Because both of them hate prejudice so I'd keep those comments to myself" Ryu stated.


"I think I'll just make camp a little bit farther away then" Farkas responded and Ryu chuckled while shaking his head.


"Alright, but I'll go with you in the morning" Ryu stated.

After watching the mysterious figure disappear into the forrest and taking the axe from the Khajiit, Dreet-Shei headed into the forrest to find a proper sized tree. Gathering some loose pieces for kindling along the way, the Argonian came upon a fallen log. Dropping what he had gathered into a pile, Dreet-Shei raised the axe and began chopping pieces off one end. About half way into the third cut, he heard a low sounding growl from behind him. Too low and drawn out to be a wolf. A big cat probably.





Quickly, silently sending a prayer to the Nine, Dreet-Shei turned to face his adversary, only to see nothing even with his enhanced low-light vision. Holding the axe ready to attack as drawing his bow would leave him open for attack, Dreet-Shei listened and waited.


Lunging from the side, a Sabre Cat swiped at swiped at him with its large, sharp claws, rending through his armor and scales. With a large hole in his side and being pinned down by a large animal, Dreet-Shei did the only thing he could think of. He counjured a flame spell, put his hands on either side of the cats head and begun to cast, burning it alive. As it attempted to get away from him and slowly burned to death, Dreet-Shei checked his wounds. Large bleeding gashes through his side slightly disabling him.


Rolling onto his front while holding his injured side, he began crawling back toward the camp. Rolling over to lay on his back in the middle of the road they had been traveling on, Dreet-Shei began to lose conscious.

"Dreet-Shei!" Ryu shouted, rushing to his friends aid as quickly as possible. He needed to get Sarah and fast. He had no idea how to use any restoration spells.


"Farkas go get help now" Ryu told his friend, his eyes begging him to do so.

Farkas shrugged. "He'll be fine. Don't lizards have that thing they do? Histskin they call it? I stabbed one once and the wound just closed right up." He said, voice deep and unsympathetic. Farkas really wasn't a healer. Or a runner. Or a thinker. To be honest, it was amazing he had remembered the histskin power argonians had. Farkas was a fighter, he just hit things. He'd suffered worse himself, but he made it. Then again, true nords never backed down.


Dra'ziik had made it back to the camp just before Dreet-Shei stumbled out of the woods, so he raised a questioning eyebrow at Sarah. "Where is argonian?" He inquired. Then he smelled it. Origionally he thought it was the severed head in his bag, but the stench of blood was unmistakable. he turned towards the road and jerked his head at the female Khajiit. "Dra'ziik thinks this one's healing capabilities will be needed. Smell it?" He said, taking a few steps away from the camp and motioning to Sarah to follow.

"Yes I do" Sarah nodded, worried about whoever it was that was bleeding. She was always a kind soul always helping people when they needed it. She used what people said to judge what she should do, also using her heart as well. She always did what she felt was right. She got up and rushed to the scene where Ryu was trying to help Dreet-Shei.


"He could die Farkas! If you don't get help he might die" Ryu stated. He was frantic, Dreet-shei reminded him so much of his dad that he couldn't lose him. He felt as if losing Dreet-Shei would be like losing his dad a second time, he didn't want that. This is why he trusted Dreet-shei in the first place.

Roxii hadn't gone too far before she heard a shout. "Dreet-Shei!" It sounded like the tenshi, and he seemed to be frantic. Did his friend get hurt? The assassin thought for a moment. Should she go back and make sure they were all right? She may be a merciless, blood-thirsty assassin, but she wasn't immoral. Pulling on the reigns, she turned her horse around and began trotting back to where she thought she heard the yelling. As she drew closer, she could hear more of the conversation. "He could die, Farkas!" Farkas? The Companion? What was he doing way out here?


The elf finally saw the silhouettes of the group: a wounded argonian, whom she guessed was "Dreet-Shei", was lying on the ground with Ryu, Dra'ziik, and another khajiit surrounding him. She could smell the odor of burning flesh, perhaps the remains of the beast that attacked the argonian. Using the shadows to her advantage, she tried to look at the severity of the injury. Her eyesight wasn't helping much given that she was partially blind, but it didn't take an expert to know that the argonian needed help. Quickly. Health potions and restoration spells may help the argonian, but it wouldn't completely heal the wound. That would need real, traditional medical attention.


Stepping her horse forward and out of the shadows, she revealed herself in silence. Halting the horse with a quick pull on the reigns, she slid down and approached the group, kneeling down beside the injured argonian. Now that she was close enough, she could actually tell how deep the wound was and what it hit. "Magic alone will not help," she said softly.

Even Dra'ziik didn't hear the assassin approach until she broke the treeline. "Hmm. This one is not wearing Khajiit's ring." He mused, rubbing his chin. That was remarkable. But she seemed to be helping, and that was unexpected. Dra'ziik decided to keep his mouth shut and watch things go down. He did however, punch Farkas on the arm (none too gently) and handed him some linen wraps. Dra'ziik wasn't in the best mood, and didn't want to be directly associated with helping. That and the fact if Dreet-shei died, people might blame him.


Farkas glared at Dra'ziik, then took the linen wraps. "I can put some bandages on after he has a healing potion or something." Dra'ziik scoffed and thrust a healing potion into his arms along with the linen wrap. Farkas hesitated, then took the hint. "...AAaaaaaand I have one." He held out the potion to Ryu. "If i feed it to him he might end up choking." Farkas said. "We are kind of out in the middle of nowhere. The closest landmark might be an orc stronghild, but hell if we get help from them."

Ryu nodded, taking the potion. He would do anything and everything it took to save Dreet-shei. It was funny only a couple of days ago he would say he didn't have anyone to protect now he here was doing everything in his power to save the argonian. Ryu held Dreet-Shei's head up and helped him drink the health potion. Ryu noticed Sarah at work healing his wound as well. The assassin was right though it didn't fully heal his wound so Sarah pulled out a needle and thread and stitched up the deep wound. Afterwards she wrapped the wound in the linen wrap. Anyone could tell she was experienced in healing just by seeing her work.


"He should be fine now all he needs is a little rest and he'll be fine" Sarah stated, she had been so wrapped up in what she was doing that she didn't notice the world around her until now.

The assassin had moved back and distanced herself once the female khajiit set to work on Dreet-Shei's injury as Ryu fed the potion to him. She watched on with mild intrigue, making sure that the job was done correctly. Roxii had some knowledge of how to tend to injuries traditionally—including dealing with broken and fractured bones, sprained muscles, burns and large cuts—, but she only tended to her own wounds. She didn't know these people; they were simply a group of strangers to her. They didn't matter to her.


Doing one last glance-over of the situation, she turned and mounted her horse once again. Without a word, she urged her horse to begin trotting back towards Windhelm. She was no longer needed here.

Dra'ziik wiped his face, fingers tracing over the scars under his eye. It was a nervous habit. He let out a loud breath through his nose and looked at the wood the argonian had chopped. He picked up the few logs and moved them to a place that would be good for a fire. He chopped some more wood, the sound of the axe making more noise than he would have liked. But he couldnt hear (or smell) anything else that might be dangerous, so he didn't worry. Dra'ziik didn't usually worry, he was pretty self confident. He came back to the place he had gathered wood, and arranged some stones in a circle, preparing the area for a fire, pulling up the grass that could catch fire and tossing it in the middle for tinder. Farkas came and sat on the felled treetrunk to watch. He produced some flint and drew one of his swords, placing the ball of dry grass in his lap, his sword blade in his teeth, but just for a moment. He stuck the hilt under his shoulder and the tip at the ground, showering sparks over the ball of grass with the flint. He saw an ember and placed it in the middle of the firepit, sheathing his sword and gently blowing. He placed some kindling around it and had a nice blaze going in a matter of seconds, tossing a few split logs on the fire.


he took the severed head from his satchel and shook a few droplets of blood on the fire, whispering a few words to Kyne in thanks for the sucessful hunt, as well as an apology for using the head as a distraction. He then tossed the head on the fire, the skin hissing and tightening before burning, the blood sizzling on the logs. "Pretty barbaric." Farkas mused from his seated position. "This one wants tossed on fire next?" Dra'ziik growled. Farkas shut his mouth. After staring into the fire a few moments, Dra'ziik dragged another fallen trunk over to sit on opposite Farkas. He ran a hand through his short hair, scratching absentmindedly at the area just behind his ears. That always calmed him down. Farkas pulled out a piece of venison and took a bite out of it raw, his lips slurping as it left the meat. Dra'ziik gestured to the fire disdainfully. "Have small bit of decency. Even Khajiit will not eat meat raw." Farkas grunted and stuck the venison on a stick, holding it close to the fire. "Happy?" Dra'ziik scoffed. "This one calls Dra'ziik barbaric."

"Will you two get along?" Ryu sighed at his two brother figures. He was glad they were at least putting up with each other for his sake.


"What has he done to get you all angry Dra'ziik?" Sarah asked. Even if she had known Dra'ziik for a little bit, and already started developing a cush on him, she knew he was pretty calm. Or at least that's what she thought.

Dra'ziik hunched his shoulders and rubbed at one of his ears. "Perhaps best things left unspoken." The companions and Dra'ziik had a long history. When Dra'ziik first set foot in whiterun they jeered at him and told him to hit the road again. Forcing him out actually. Dra'ziik didn't take too kindly to that, so he set up a buisness arrangement with the court wizard. He delivered essential ingredients and soul gems to Everan Secretfire, and from there, made more footholds with the other shop owners. He had to tolerate more jeers and remarks from the companions since then, but he could tell they were furios a Khajiit was now a well respeted merchant inside the city.


Farkas checked his meat. He took it off the stick and slapped it against his steel-clad thigh. "Done enough for ya?" He asked Dra'ziik. Dra'ziik only flicked an ear in response, hands folded under his chin, staring at the fire. Farkas took a bite of his venison chop, ripped it in half and offered it to Ryu. "Hungry shield brother?"

"Thanks" Ryu smiled taking the other half. He was reminded of how he and Farkas were first forced on a mission together. Yes forced was the correct word for it. Farkas had said he didn't want to baby sit some fourteen year old kid as Ryu was fourteen at the time. Ryu had responded with a "well I don't want to go with some grouchy old man." Needless to say they didn't exactly like each other. That is until Ryu saved Farkas's life when a silver hand was about to attack him from behind. Ever since then they had only gotten closer.


"You know Farkas you're still an old man" Ryu joked.


Sarah had went to sit down next to Dra'ziik and ended up falling asleep on his shoulder. The whole thing looked quiet cute actually.

Waking up with a gasp of pain, Dreet-Shei noticed three things. He had been moved off of the road, he had been bandaged, and it was dark. Looking around, he spotted a fire not too far away with the Khajiit and a Companion sitting on a log next to it. Upon attempting to sit up, the Argonian was met with a surge of pain and was forced back to the ground with a light groan. Lying there looking up at the stars, he realized an intense hunger from deep inside him. His eyes widening, he cried out,


"Ryu! Come, quick. I need my flask from my bag. Where is it?"

Ryu nodded, searching his bag for the flask and pulling it out. He handed it to Dreet-shei once he found it. He knew that he was likely hungry for blood and that's why he needed the flask. So he did this as quickly as possible.


"Huh?" Sarah asked rubbing her eyes as she woke up. Her face turned beat red when she noticed she slept on Dra'ziik.


"I-I'm so sorry Dra'ziik" Sarah stated, embarrassed and blushing.

Taking the flask, quickly opening it and downing half of its contents, Dreet-Shei coughed as he could feel the brew beginning to heal his wounds slightly and repress the hunger.


"Thank you. I give you all my apologies for all of this, I should have payed more attention to my surroundings."

She was being watched. The feeling was making the assassin feel nervous and uneasy. Unable to exactly rely on sight, she listened to her surroundings closely for footsteps, rustling leaves, anything. Who or what was around? Was it one of the group she had left behind? Curious adventure-seekers or spies? Bandits or hungry beasts? Then again, the assassin could be suffering from paranoia, which was quite common. Roxii had made plenty of enemies over her lifetime, spanning all across Tamriel. Bounty-hunters could be after her head, assassins after her blood, angry merchants and travelers and the like. Whoever was following her, though, was uncertain.


Then she heard it: the snap of a twig about four meters in her five o'clock position. The next thing she heard was the sound of the string of a bow snapping back into place, followed by the stinging pain of an arrow embedding itself into her right shoulder blade. Roxii lurched forward at the impact, involuntarily reaching back towards the arrow with her left arm. The impact caused her to lose her balance, making her slide off the horse. She fell with a hard thud onto the road, the horse now startled and rushing off without her. The assassin cursed herself for not choosing a war-horse, one that could help protect her and fight the enemies.


The elf hissed between clenched teeth, trying to stay on her side and mustering her strength. The fall had dazed her slightly, double-vision impairing her already partially blind sight. Multiple footsteps approached her, surrounding the assassin. Roxii pushed herself off of the ground and gazed at her attackers. There were about twelve wood elves surrounding her, each with a prominent sigil carved into the back of her left hand.


One of them approached her, and she recognized him immediately, unsheathing her daggers despite the stinging pain. He had tousled brown hair, sharp features, and a mischievous smirk playing upon his lips. "Hello, Roxii."


"Nedon."

Farkas chuckled lowly. "The lizards love their bloodwine, eh?" He finished his piece of venison and cracked his knuckles. "I'm going to sleep here." He said, leaning back on the tree trunk and closing his eyes. One thing was alwas certain with Farkas, he slept where he pleased, when he pleased, and woe be to the man who woke him up.


Dra'ziik said nothing in response to Sarah, but he let her know he heard. He stretched his hands, unsheathing his claws, then they relaxed, dissapearing back beneath his fur. He remained hunched in the same position he was always, but his tail swung back and forth, and he hooked it gently around the tip of hers. He closed his eyes and made a noise in his throat, not exactly a growl, but not exactly a purr either. Halfway between a sigh and a murmur really.

Now back speaking at a normal tone after catching his breath, Dreet-Shei spoke.


"Yes, wine. Hm. Ah, Ryu, we didn't get a chance to speak earlier. I asked my mentor the name of the one who attacked me and it turns out that it was the same one. He is actually slightly infamous in the Rift."

Sarah Purred happily, leaning her head against Dra'ziik. Ryu clenched his fists and growled.


"Lillif" He snarled, he hated that man.


Meanwhile with Roxii a voice chuckled at her predicament.


"So this is the little bug that has met my little Ryu" Lillif smirked "So now that you've found her now what, Nedon?"

"Shut up, Lillif," Nedon snapped. "I only asked you to come along because you know Skyrim lands better than I." The leader turned away from the one called "Lillif" and averted his full gaze to the assassin before him. "It has been quite some time, my slave."


Roxii sneered at the wood elf. "I am not yours, Nedon." She readjusted her posture, feeling the head of the arrow burrow deeper into her flesh. The assassin gripped her daggers tighter and stumbled slightly as flashes of her early years passed by her vision. She was never going back. She was never going to fall before these kiōcifiōd’als ever again.


The slave-master's face scrunched up in annoyance. "Take her."


Some of the mer surrounding her stepped forward, wielding mainly one-handed weapons. The double-vision wasn't going away, and it was seriously confusing her. Roxii feinted to the left away from an attack focused on her side then ducked under a swing at shoulder-height. She stabbed a dagger into the side of his knee and pulled it downwards, ripping his flesh open. He screamed in agony as his leg buckled beneath him. The assassin brought her daggers quickly back into an 'x' formation to block an attack from an iron sword. She gathered as much as she could and pushed the blade back away from her face, trembling from the pain of the arrow. She side-stepped another attack and stumbled, falling to one knee. Why was she so clumsy? Poison. The arrow was poisoned. She struggled to stay upright, but she couldn't do it; it was as if there were weights on her shoulders, keeping her low to the ground. Her vision was getting worse, going into slight tunnel-vision and getting blurry and fuzzy.


Nedon smiled sweetly, as if it would mask his intentions. "It's about time it worked into her blood stream." He walked forward, kneeling down to stare her in the eyes. "Don't worry. It will only paralyze you for a short while."


Roxii spat in his face defiantly, keeping her harsh glare. She wasn't going to go down without a fight. Before the paralyzation took over, she stabbed a dagger into his stomach. He stepped back in shock, holding the area around the wound to keep himself from bleeding out. "Get her out of my sight." Nedon ripped the dagger out and one of the wood elves instantly began bandaging him.

"Interesting" Lillif hummed watching the interaction. He was tempted to harm the girl while she was down just to make her bleed. Oh how he would love to see her bleed. That'd be interesting and fun. He was holding back cutting her or something, he really wanted to see her bleed. Especially since she interacted with HIS Ryu.


"Can I ask her a question about my little Ryu, Nedon?" Lillif asked him.

Nedon gazed at Lillif with mild curiosity. "Go for it."


The assassin could feel her strength waning, dropping her daggers at her sides and sitting on the ground defeatedly. There was no way she could escape with this poison coursing through her. She'd just have to attempt her second escape when she wasn't paralyzed and surrounded by blood-thirsty slave-masters and bandits. She faintly heard the Altmer asking for permission to speak to her. About Ryu? One of her contacts? What was so special about the tenshi?

"So has my little Ryu made any friends? If so I can't wait to see them bleed" Lillif smiled, he had always been blood thirsty. He was crazy but he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't try anything with these people looking at him.


"Oh and Nedon Ryu is a Tenshi, I heard a rumor you were looking for one. Course it could just be a rumor but I thought I'd mention it to you as he isn't afraid to show his wings as most and used them daily" Lillif stated.