Inkhaznd Ruin
Jerall Mountains

 

 

Lara Stormheart: I think this is it.

 

There's a locked chest over there.

 

The silence is suspiciously heavy. The entrance was guarded by Centurions, but I don't see a single scout here.

 

Arrghhh…

 

The magic is too strong... I'm going to pass out...

 

Denskar: That was easier than I thought.

Iledas: Let's take her inside the house.

 

Later

 

Lara: Let me go, you bastards!

 

Denskar: Well-well... Did you really think you could just walk away? We know what you came for, Lara, but I can assure you that Wraithguard is not here.

Iledas: Instead, you're going to help us find the rest of them.

 

Denskar: But first, we want to have some fun.

 

Drink it, or I'll cut your throat!

 

 

 

This will make you a nice, obedient bitch.

 

Ever since we found out you were following us, I couldn't wait for you to make a mistake.

 

So I can fuck you well. 

 

Yeees…

 

 

You're such a dirty little slut…

 

 

Lara: Aaaaaahhh...Aaaaaahhh...

 

 

 

Denskar: You like that, don't you?

Lara: Yeees...Aaaahhh...Aaaaahhh...

 

 

 

 

 

Aaaaaaahhh......

 

Iledas: Now, It's my turn!

 

Look how wet you are…

 

 

 

 

You're my little whore…

 

Lara: Aaaaahhh…Aaaaahhh…

 

Perhaps this is the moment.

 

The rope has loosened.

 

The effects of the stunning potion are starting to wear off...

 

 

 

 

I see a dagger there...

 

Now!

 

Die, you piece of shit!

 

Not so tough now, are you?!

AAAARGGHHH...

 

Die!

 

Miserable worms. How could I have been so foolish? I should have known it was a trap.

 

If Wraithguard isn't here, I'll have to look for new clues.

 

I'll have no choice but to ask for her help.

 

Bruma
Cyrodiil

 

 

Despite what happened, Lara remained determined. However, for her plan to succeed and to find Kagrenac's Tools, she will need the guidance of a certain individual.

 

A woman who has long since retired from the world.