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Entry 17: Revenge Crimes 2 - Time Crimes
EnragedBard posted a blog entry in Destana is NOT the Dragonborn!
Hey, it's me, Destana. This is going to be a little different today. I have a lot of ground to cover. Last time I was building Windstad Manor. And let me tell you - it took a while. After such a large job, and fixing people's problems for such a long time I decided I wanted a break from all this adventuring full-time. The Thieves' Guild runs itself. I kill a dragon every now and then, but whatever is making them return still hasn't revealed itself. I clear out a bandit camp, I still go to classes occasionally at the College of Winterhold, though I've kinda outgrown that level of skill. I'm seeking the master test in Illusion, which I latched on to to augment my stealth. My second baby was born (another boy) and I named him Fenrir. Fenrir Stormcloak or Fenrir Stormblade? I guess that's for him to decide. This baby with Nord-looking hair, but my skin and eyes. And I can confidently say he stayed brown, because not a lot happened for the next seven years. Damien is 8, Fenrir is 7. Runa is 15. She filled out pretty well, though she's a bit of a stick. The kids are all learning the basics of fighting. Damien wants to be a wizard and knows a couple basic spells I taught him. Fenrir is training to fence with a sword-and-shield, with a little archery like myself. I was mystified by Runa's choice - she learned how to handle a greatsword at a young age and never puts the thing down. At some point last year I took her to the UNP Clothing Store adjacent to Haafingar Hall and we both got new clothes/armor. Dunno what UNP stands for, maybe Ultra Negligent Protection, because it all barely covers the body like armor, but seems to have some kind of enchantment to give it higher defense than a lot of the armor on the market. Also, seriously, why is all the best stuff in Solitude? A little background - you remember the Jail Master I've been asking around about? I searched for him off-and-on over the past seven years, but nobody seems to know where he operates out of. Keep this in mind. So one day, I took Fenrir and Runa out on a small hunting trip to kill the Horkers that have been annoying us near Windstad. Damien refused to come. He didn't explain himself, but I wondered if he thought it was beneath him, being half-daedra, or an aspiring wizard. I shook my head and said to Sanguine, "You take care of him." Eventually we came to the big group and Fenrir and I aimed and started to fire. They charged, to which Runa and I drew our melee weapons and laid into them. She held her own for a while, but I did the bulk of the killing - I have a lot of experience in this. As I looked around, Fenrir was nowhere to be found. "Ma, he's over there," Runa pointed, panting. I walked over to Fenrir, who had been cowering behind a tree. "Sorry, ma. There were like thirty of them!" "More like ten," I smirked, "You don't have anything to worry about with me around. If they'd gotten even one tusk on you I'd shout them into next week." Fenrir sighed, "I'm no good at this." "It's alright. You can go back to the manor," I pointed to it, just barely visible. When he'd walked away, I said to Runa, "Been practicing shouting?" "No luck so far," she replied. "Maybe I should take you to see the Greybeards. It come so natural to me, I don't know how to teach it," I folded my arms, "Although... they probably don't want to talk to me now with how I talked to them last time I was there." "Mom, I don't think I can shout like you," she said. "Well, you're a Nord, so I assume you'll be able to figure out one or two," I smiled, "Don't worry. It'll come. So what do you want to do now?" "I was wondering if we could go to Windhelm." "Odd request. Why?" I asked. "I was wondering how Aventus was doing. He's old enough to move back into his family home. He sent me a letter I got a few weeks back," she explained. "I saw that in the mailbox," I said, "Alright. It has been a while since I saw Ulfric." We took Windstad's carriage to Windhelm - seeing as how I cannot keep a horse for any length of time. I approached the Palace of the Kings first, and Ulfric and Galmar were standing near the big brazier. "This is maddening!" Galmar shouted, "They've still not made you high king yet." Ulfric nodded, "And we've seen a lot of Thalmor activity around the borders. Ah! Stormblade! Its been ages!" I smiled at him. I would admit, I've always had an attraction to him. "Hey Ulfric," I said, "The Guards' new armor looks pretty amazing. And all the remodels." "We were able to take a lot of the money from the vanquished imperial forts and funnel them into the holds. Not just this one," he replied. "Are you... taller?" I asked, "You've definitely been working out. Even Galmar looks good in his new armor." He grinned at me, saying nothing else on the matter. "Who is this young lady?" Galmar asked. "That's the orphan Runa Fair-Shield," Ulfric said, "Destana adopted her right after our campaign. What brings you to Windhelm?" "Going to see her friend. And..." I started, looking at him, "And you, of course." He smirked. I wonder why he'd never married? Never seemed to even have women at all, for any length of time. At the time, Runa had been fiddling around with things. Just kinda walking around messing with things. She'd sat down on a wooden-covered hatch like a cellar door cleverly concealed next to the stairs to the Palace. "C'mon Runa, let's go see your friend," I said, approaching. Then I looked at the label on the hatch. Written in very tiny letters, the old words, 'Lower Dungeons' had been scratched out, replaced with a hand written, 'Jailer's Place.' I furrowed my brow. No... it couldn't be. "Get up a second," I said, then lifted the planks. There was a wooden ladder leading down into a deep dungeon. Looked like it was in a state of disrepair. "How long has that been there?" Ulfric asked Galmar. "Long as I've lived here," Galmar replied, "We don't use the old dungeons though." Curious, I climbed down the ladder. Runa followed. At the bottom was a dark hallway, but it led to lit torches. If the Jarl thinks this isn't being used, and it is... either some crimes are being committed, or they were about to be. I licked my lips, going to stealth like putting on an old glove. I turned a corner and peered into a room. Inside was a noble and several slaves playing out some kind of fantasy. He saw me, but he went back to what he was doing. I didn't actually care about him, though I was very confused about what was going on here. I looked at another door, which was locked. Hard, but not for me, I popped it open to reveal an empty room. "Mom, there's another locked one here," Runa whispered, and I popped this one easily. "You're so good at that," she smiled. "Guildmaster's gotta be able to impress," I said. Nothing in that room either. We came to another room that looked like it was under the Jarl's throne room (maybe thirty feet) and the same style as that room, but it was completely bare. We passed a female noble in the hallway who was sitting at a chair in a strangely placed alcove. We checked another room, to find a group of slaves just confined to the room. I didn't bother them either. Was keeping a low profile for now. Finally, we came to a common room with only a couple torture devices but also with a table and chairs. And.... "What is it, mom?" My nostrils flared as I looked at her, look of pure rage on my face. "Back out," I said. We walked around the corner and I said, "You should probably go visit your friend now. Do you know the way out?" "Why? Who is that man?" She asked. "Trust me. It would be safer if you left now," I said, not wanting her to see what I was about to do. I KNEW I was going to do some of the most unspeakable things imaginable because I was much, much stronger now than I had been when I saw him the first time. I'd finally found him. The Jailer. "I... want to help you mom," she said. "No. Get out of here," I said angrily. In this time he'd come out of the room and taken the immediate left (we took the further away right) and found the noble sitting at the chair. "No. I'm going to be a part of this. Obviously you're very passionate about something," Runa said insistently. I sighed, noting his movement. I knew it was now or never if I was going to get the drop on him, "Alright. But I am about to do a lot of things you're probably going to have nightmares about later." I turned the corner, and realized the Jailer was fucking the noblewoman. Of course, consensually. I got out a dagger. This was going to be personal. But then I sheathed it. This was going to be even more personal than that. I walked up on him fucking her doggystyle. I took the riding crop, two swords and his bow from his gear. Then I got right behind him. He was about to finish. At once I whispered, "Remember me?" And when he turned (and came), I clocked him in the mouth. He fell to his knees and I slammed my gloved fist on top of his head. He passed out cold. I looked up at the noblewoman, "This man has committed crimes against humanity. Do you want to join him, or forget you saw this?" She shook her head, "We all hate him. He's really strong. I'm not going to stop you." Then she walked away. Considering him, he actually did seem really strong. Stronger than me, even. How does one with so much power become like this? Why not just overthrow a Jarl and take his place? Who knows? I took out a kit from one of the bondage rooms. I pulled out some rope and bound his hands and feet. I looked over to Runa, "Sure you want to watch this?" "What did he do to you?" "He raped me. A hundred times. He paraded me around Solitude and let every random man who wanted to rape me. He whipped me," I said, "Who knows how many others he's done this to." I pulled the ropes extremely tight. I pulled my clothes off, piece by piece. Then I pulled a belt and a strap-on from the kit and strapped them around my waist. I grabbed the riding crop and whipped the Jailer a few times until the started awake. "I'll ask you again, do you remember me?" I asked. "N~no," he stammered. He started to yell, unaware of what was going on, and I stuffed a cloth into his mouth, tying another around his head so he couldn't talk but he could see. I tightened the links again. "You will," I replied, thrusting the strap-on into his ass. He screamed against the bonds, but almost so sound came out. I kept going like that for a while until I became bored. I put my clothes back on, wondering why I'd taken them off in the first place - I guess it was habit. I decided I would whip him for a while again, all the while he begged for mercy. Eventually I pulled out the gag so I could enjoy it. When he tried to scream again I started punching him in the head. I hadn't looked at Runa the whole time, but when I looked at her then I could tell she was terrified. He fell onto the floor again, out cold. "Sorry, I did warn you," I said. "Are you...done?" She asked. "Well I didn't exactly pay him back, but I think I did enough. Now to get creative," I said. I tied him up very tightly into a ball and threw him into a sack. I walked past Ulfric and Galmar, still arguing about the moot. I said hi, and they didn't suspect anything. I got a horse and we rode with great fervor back to the north. I knew just the spot. I ran across the ice fast enough that Runa could barely keep up, but eventually we reached the Serpent Stone. I set the sack down, feeling around for where his body parts were oriented. "Brace yourself," I said to Runa. Then I stabbed him in the lower belly. He screamed, but I did it with such precision that I knew the wound would take him hours to die. That is, if he didn't die from exposure out here. I cut open the sack. He rolled out, prone onto the cliff behind the Serpent Stone. And that was my mistake. As soon as he became aware, he readied a green spell and cast it in a great cloud. I fell to my knees, limp, as did Runa. We'd been standing on the cliff's edge to we both toppled onto a lower ice shelf. I struggled, paralyzed. "Fu~fu~fu," I screamed, but no intelligible noises came out of my mouth. The Jailer hobbled over to us, having casted a restoration spell to stop the bleeding, then he pulled the kit from my back and tied Runa up and blindfolded her. "I'll .... kill...." I started, but he blasted me with another paralyzing spell. "Such dirty women need to be punished," he said, haggardly. He pulled out a red leather... thing from the kit and casted some kind of very advanced spell, transposing my clothes with the suit. I was utterly restrained in every way imaginable. I was mittened, armbindered, pony shoe'd, legs bound together, suited in a binding dress, but not gagged or blindfolded. As the paralyzation wore off I hobbled toward Runa, who was frozen in fear. "I tell you what," he stammered. I'm sure he was still in an amazing amount of pain, and in his underwear in the freezing tundra. He said, "I'm going to punish her first." "You son of a bitch! I'm going to rip off your every limb and eat it!" I screamed. "What's.. happening?" Runa said, terrified. "Don't worry, honey," he caressed her cheek. Of course, he was fiddling with himself to get ready and it was freezing. And... he turned toward her. I took a sharp breath. I was a master thief. This was fucking nothing! But how to go about this... I was a mage too! I casted Unlock on the mittens. Talos praise Alteration. Then I used Telekinesis to grab a lockpick from my pack and toss it into my hands. I rolled and acrobatically picked the lock on the legbinder. Then I dropped the lockpick. FUCK! I turned to find he grabbing her by the face. By the will of some daedra, maybe Molag Balls, he was hard. "Hey, asshole," I said. He turned his head. I had to think of something fast. "What?" My eyes lit up with glee. "You should've gagged me!" I remembered a third thing. Something I never wanted to admit. I was Dragonborn. "TIID - KLO!" Time slowed to a crawl. "FUS -..." Runa's ears perked up and she knew what was coming. She fell back, flat on her back. "RO - DAH!" I shouted, and the Jailer flew backward, time still crawling along. In the intervening time, I'd gone back to the Greybeards and pleaded for them to teach me the last word of Unrelenting Force. They denied me, so I went and looked for their damned Horn. Turns out, It'd been stolen by the woman in Whiterun - Delphine. I hadn't bothered to go back to her after our initial meeting, just went back to the Greybois. I used the extra time to grab another lockpick and pop the lock on the armbinder. I freed my arms, readying Elemental Bolt on both hands. I took two steps forward, then as the time dilation stopped, I fired a bolt toward the Jailer. It wouldn't be enough, though, so I pulled out my bow. The tried-and-true method of killing a man with an arrow. I drew an arrow. I knew he'd have to surface soon or he would never surface. I spotted him on the far shore. He was barely holding on to life. I took a deep breath, still only wearing the red binding suit, and fired. The first arrow hit him between his shoulder blades. The second, in his lower back. He got to one knee, holding his wound. I shot a third one, now that he was stationary, and got him in the back of the neck. I quickly untied Runa, cut the red suit off me and threw the lot of it into the Sea of Ghosts. Then I put my normal clothes back on, building a fire with Destruction and wood I had in my pack. We warmed up over a couple minutes silently. Then I started to walk towards him. "He's dead, mom," she said. "I'm just making sure," I said back, hopping across the ice again. He was lying there, bleeding, freezing, "Please..." That was all he got out between his shivers. Runa put her hand on my shoulder. I raised an eyebrow. What...? She kicked into the water. "Good riddance," she said. I've heard drowning is one of the worst ways to die. I mean, hopefully. We traveled back to Windstad and found the boys sitting around the fire on this cold evening. The first thing I did was hug my husband. "Damn you're cold!" He said. He didn't ask what we'd been through until the kids went to bed. But he got pretty mad when I told him what happened. Not the murder, I mean, he's a Daedra. But the nearly getting myself killed again. And what almost happened to Runa. We laid down together and not much more was said. A few hours later, I heard a sound. I silently got up, walking through the house. The boys' room was across from ours. Safe there. I went downstairs and passed by Valdimar's room - he was snoring. I wondered if that's what it had been. Then I went over to Runa's room to see a dark figure standing over her bed. I crept over to it, stealthily drawing my dagger. No fool thief or whatever was going to get the best of me. I wrapped an arm around the target's waist, another putting my dagger to their throat. "This had better be one hell of an explanation. Or you're going to be sleeping tonight in the Sea of Ghosts," I whispered. "Destana," the woman said. "Who...?" I said, "Is that Astrid?" "Yes, sister. It's been awhile," she replied, "Could you take your dagger off my throat?" "Promise you're not here to kill Runa," I commanded. "No, no. That's not my intention. Quite the opposite, actually." "Opposite?" I sheathed my dagger, "You're going to make her double-alive?" Astrid giggled, "No, silly. And where have you been these past few years?" "I heard about a lot of murders, you guys seem to be doing pretty well on your own. Since the Night Mother came back," I said, leading her into the common room with the big table, "I had a lot going on." "I understood. You have," Astrid gestured, "All this now. You're a guildmaster. I figured I'd let it slide. We have an understanding with the Thieves' Guild. If we really needed you I would've called on you." "So, how are things?" "Not bad. Can't complain." "So why are you here, creepily hovering over my daughter?" I asked. "You really don't remember, do you?" She asked. "Remember?" "You performed the black sacrament to kill that Jailer," Astrid replied. I pursed my lips. Oh yeah. When I'd found no way of killing him myself, I figured the other assassins could do it. I'd even gossiped about it with Babette. "That girl told you, didn't she?" I asked. "Yup. I took on the job myself, since even you couldn't find him," she said. "So why are you here? I killed him. I'm still a member, right? No problem," I shrugged. "I was following you until the last. When I caught up with you, what I found was a sweet, innocent girl kicking a man into the ocean to freeze to death. Almost as inspired as your first kill," Astrid replied. I put my head down on the table, "And now she owes a kill to the brotherhood. Shor's bones." "Yup," she said. I sighed, "I'm not sure if she can handle this." "Killing none of the targets was always an option," Astrid explained, "Or even me, if you were skilled enough." "Am I allowed to... sit in or anything?" I asked. "No. That would taint her decision. I want this to be a real test," Astrid replied, "Your sweet, innocent girl will make whatever decision comes naturally to her. But don't be surprised if it's not the one you expect." "Fine!" I said, "But I don't want anything to happen to her." That night I figured out how Astrid does it. A sleeping poison. Makes them sleep so deeply the brotherhood initiates can carry the target to the shack. Conveniently not very far from here. I didn't get to see what happened in the shack, but I did wait up the rest of the night to see her emerge in the morning. Her blade had blood on it, which is not what I'd hoped for. "Did they at least deserve it?" I asked. She nodded silently, "How do you know about them?" "I'll tell you all about it on the way to the sanctuary," I replied, grasping her hand. New Mods for Time Skip: