Cidhna Mine, Markarth

 

...you'll be mine anyway!

 

Grisvar: He won't always be there to protect you, and then I'll come!

 

Grisvar: You'll be my slave, I'll turn you into a willing whore!

 

Aurora: Borkul, I need to talk to Madanach!

Borkul: Because of Grisvar? Only his face is big! No one can touch you while I'm here!
Aurora: It's a different matter, but it would be very important...

 

...Please!

Borkul: Okay, but listen to me, lady! Just no recklessness!

 

Aurora: You can trust me!
Borkul: Hmph...

 

Aurora: So you're the King of the Rags.

Madanach: Word got around in the mine because of you...also I heard you already have Borkul around your finger.
Aurora: I'm just trying to survive.
Madanach: As we all do. What do you want?

Aurora: I'm looking for a man recently brought here, stolen from Calcelmo, the jarl's mage lab.
Madanach: You're looking for him in vain. Died. His body was taken out a few days ago.
Aurora: WHAT?! It can not be...

Madanach: Listen to me carefully, lass, for a long time I managed the affairs of the forsworn from here, hundreds of young people died at my command, just so that the Silver-Bloods would have a reason to terrorize Markarth. I got tired of it.
I can help you get out, but you have to do something for me.
Aurora: What is it about?

Madanach: Take this dagger and kill Grisvar. I think you already know each other...

Aurora: I'd kill him myself...
Madanach: Great! Get on it!

 

Later

 

I don't know what Madanach wants with me, but I gladly sent this worm to Oblivion.

 

I think I'll make another detour before I go back...

 

Aurora: You raped me! You forced me!
Borkul: It wasn't so forced, I could see that you enjoyed it too!

Aurora: Shut up!
Borkul: Do it! Do you think I'm afraid of death or of you?

Aurora: It's my turn now! Don't make a sound or I'll cut your throat!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aurora: Grisvar is dead.
Madanach: It's fine, lass. Come, I need to talk to your new siblings.

Uraccen: Madanach, if you killed Grisvar it can only mean one thing...
Madanach: Yes Uraccen, we didn't need him anymore. It's time to leave this hell and take up arms!

Duach: Is this tunnel really safe?

 

Madanach: It's a gift from the Dwemer. Everything is not safe, but this is the only way out! Our brothers are waiting for us at the outlet, the time for revenge has come!

Aurora: So while mining they found a dwemer tunnel...

 

I don't know how this will end...

 

...but this is my only chance!

Later, on the other side of the tunnel

 

Madanach: I know this isn't your war lass, so I won't force you. My men stole everything they could from the armory, I think your stuff is in that chest too.

Madanach: You won't have to fear us, but wherever you go in this region after that, be afraid of the forsworn.

Aurora: Thanks for everything, I think...

 

Thonar Silver-Blood: What does that even mean?! This is not what we agreed on! Put down the weapon immediately!

Madanach: You've been making my people poisoned with your fucking silver for quite a long time, Thonar!
Thonar: Kill them all!!!

 

 

 

Aurora: I think I'd better hide somewhere until this is over...

 

Maybe it's safe here...

 

That's great! I managed to find the Hall of the Dead...

 

A voice from nowhere: It is truly brave to walk among the dead alone...

Aurora: What? Who is talking?

 

 

 

 

 

High Elf Male: Without a doubt, this is the liveliest subject you've brought to dinner so far. And quite pretty as well...

 

Eola: Enough! It would be a shame to have such a nice little face!

 

Aurora: What do you want from me?! Let me go!!!

 

Eola: Hmmm... Let me look at you...

 

 

Eola: Our Lady says you can get a chance. Blood sacrifice. If you bring us someone, we might spare your life.

 

Remember, The Mistress sees everything!

 

Later, Old Hrodann Inn

 

What the hell is happening to me?! Cannibals! Disgusting filth!

 

They must be Namira's servants... If I don't seduce someone soon, I'm done...

 

I have no choice...

 

I think he fits...

 

Breton Mercenary: Hmm...Well-well...To what do I owe this honor?

Aurora: I need someone. I found a pristine tomb store that might hold some fabulous treasures, but the draugrs obviously too much for me to handle them alone...

Breton Mercenary: Sounds interesting. And why should I join you?

Aurora: We'll halve what we find, and we'll discuss the rest in my room...

 

 

 

 

You're fucking delicious!

 

 

 

 

Nice Butt!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Breton Mercenary: You can be quite persuasive, for that matter. All right, lead the way.

 

Aurora: It's unbelievable how easy it is to control some people...

 

Breton Mercenary: Hey! Then you won't forget my part either!

 

You said it's a pristine crypt, yet everything is covered in blood, what the...?

 

Eola: Welcome stranger! We've been waiting for you!

Breton male: M-me? Who are you?!

Eola: We are good friends! Come, relax, dinner will be ready soon!

Breton male: Alright... I'm tired anyway...

Aurora: They could have manipulated him with something, he can't be that stupid...

 

Eola: All right mortal. Kill him!

 

Kill it and taste it! This is Namira's order!

 

 

To be continued...