Uprooted (A Malyne, Yelnei, and One Called Imp story)

Malyne would release a small sigh, he would sitting on a old nearly broken wooden chair in Vivvec city in the sewers, ignoring the foul scent of feces and piss rising from the water. A figure covered head too toe in a cloak and hood woudl pass him rather fast, dropping a envelope with a wax seal on it not seeming to notice. The Dunmers piercing red eyes would lock onto the envelope, a dark magic surrounding him as he disapeered and re-appeared in front of the envelope quickly walking in the opposite direction of the hooded stranger.

He would make his way up to the plaza in one of the cantons going into a high end inns walking right into a room he rented for a week. Sitting down ina chair int he corner of the room he would remove the wax seal with a small knife setting it on wooden desk next too him. Upon opening it would be a few papers with specific orders.

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The plantation is on the southern tip of Vvanderfell, you won't have to make a long trip unlike last time. Tommorow ten minutes before the sun sets you're contact will be at the gandalla wearing a eye patch. Call him n'wah and he will take you where you need to go.

You're main objectives are to liberate and save as many slaves as you can, kill the head master of the estate and burn his estate to the ground. Do what you see fit with whatever remains, and hold no hesitation in killing anyone who dares step in you're way. Destroy this letter and the envelope, and make sure no follows you as you leave.

P.S check you're closet...it will have everything you need sera.

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Malyne's eyes narrowed, darting to the closet then to the paper. His eyes...shifting and changing a bit as he held the letter over a candle letting it burn. As soon as it was done burning he would walk over to the closest, pulling out a large variety of weapons and armor. "I'm impressed...actual good supplies." his tone was dark and cold almost as if he had no emotions.

The weapons he would have received was a two twin daedric swords, a small Argonain machete, Bosmer bow and arrow, and plenty of small throwing daggers. Along with it be some vials of venom, some lethal, others just enough to put someone in a deep sleep. Upon looking further would be a set of black and ash grey chitin armor, rather different compared to most styles in Morrowind. "Perfect...." he mumbled starting his preparation, waiting until sunrise to sleep so he could wake up on time.



he waited until the sun was starting to set. Getting tot he location, looking around with a slightly puzzled. "Huh.....gandalla is oddly empty..." he turned to find only one Mer, with a shaved head and eye patch waiting patiently. Malyne wouldn't waste a moment to walk to the man walking at a pace that was bordering running. "N'wah!" he shouted to wich he responded with a quick "Apologies, sera....please let us be off." he spoke taking Malynes things and setting them down urging him into the boat.



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Malyne would tighten up the straps on his armor, making sure all his weapons where secure before finally putting on the helm and mask combo. Nearly falling off as he did so. "Damn, you sure this storm won't get in the way?" Malyne shouted, holding onto one of the sides of the boat. "Of course sera! In roughly four hours I will be back with a few boats to pick up any slaves along with you!" Malyne would only nod, waiting patiently until he reached the plantation, in which saw int he distance. Muttering under his mask "Azura forgive me for the horrible actions i'm about to commit."


((Reference for the armor,imagine the middle in said colors described. ))

A rain drop fell into Imp’s nostril, causing her to stir. An armored, muddy boot pressed on her shoulder. “Up you filthy imp. You know the procedure, no bleeding on company property.”
Rolling to her feet, she exhaled. Sullenly, she followed the Overseer outside into the pouring rain. Three fellow slaves were kneeling outside, an older argonian, a young argonian male, and a spotted khajiit female. Skeletons dressed in scale and fur kneeling in the mud. She took her place among them, knowing what was to come for her transgression.

The Overseer, a brute of a dunmer, paced along the sad line, a wooden club clasped firmly in his hand. Rain dripped from his bug helm, red embers piercing through its sockets.
“None of you will sleep well tonight, as all of you have done something, regrettable.”

Strutting behind them, club in hand, he kicked the back of the khajiit, sending the furred woman face first into the mud. Laughing as she struggled back upright, his fingers tightened around the club. “Leather rugs, the lot of you should be.” He swung hard, the wood striking into her ribcage with a hard thud. Yelping out in pain, clutching her spotted sides with her paws, she doubled over in agony.

Pacing behind the older argonian, he swung hard into his back without warning. The argonian barely uttering a whimper as he repeatedly brutally bashed into his scaly hide until he no longer moved. “Another lost to age it seems. So sad.” He cruelly chuckled. “In a weeks time, i’m sure you sorry lot would be replaced anyway.”

The young male argonian grunted next to Imp, “Stop this!” His frail mind having taken its limit. He stood to rise, a mistake that would cost him dearly. The overseer let his club respond.

Blood splattered onto Imp’s shoulder, her tepid reptilian eyes looking into the mud before her. She didn’t even hear his broken body splash into the mud. She was far away from this hellish scene, focusing on the rain droplet as they splashed into her scales. Picturing the tiny fluid forms breaking, pooling, dripping as one tiny river down her body. Each river converging onto the ground, her reflection passing through her eyes.

“I should have you all skinned.” He taunted, placing his hand on her feathered head. Raising her snout to the sky, she felt his thumb pressing into the base of her skull. Her eyes began to close, preparing her body for the hit, when she caught something off in the distance, a figure. A curious site, someone was at the docks. No one used the docks, most, if not all, mage visitors being summoned or teleporting in. Through the rain, she could only make out a curiously armored silhouette.
“And the ever-late whelp.” She tensed, refocused on her current situation. A raindrop rolled off her snout, splashing into the mud. Then, the club met her shoulder hard.

Behind Malyne's masked helm would lay a completely emotionless blank face as he walked forward to what he saw in the distance only tilting his head a bit. He would keep the calm walk slowly as he drew his bow and taking a arrow from the quiver. Then, at a loud crack of thunder a bright flash of lightning he would disappear in a smoke like dark magic. However he wouldn't re-appear.....Just as another flash of lightning struck a arrow would be clear through the socket of his bug helm....his crimson eye now gone and shoved in the back of his skull, the wound and arrow would appear as if they where heavily burned. The smell of burnt flesh surrounding him as he collapsed into the mud.

After a few seconds of Dunmer corpse laying int he ground he appear above the corpse of the two Argonains, checking to see if they where alive. starting with the old man, releasing a a heavy sigh upon discovering he was already, Looking at the Khajit and Argonain still breathing and moving he would finally speak but in a deep rough raspy voice. "Are you two okay?". As he spoke he woudl move to the young male checking to see if he was alive.

The young male argonian would be just barely alive, but unconscious. His breaths shallow and raspy. Still clutching her sides, the Khajiit lifted her ears, fur matted with mud and water, she gave a simple nod to the strange dunmer. Rain dripped from her sunken whiskers.

Imp opened her eyes, unsure of what she was seeing. The world coming back into focus, she tried to stand. With her claws holding her aching shoulder, she looked to the dunmer as he crouched over the fallen argonian. On the ground behind him, lay the corpse of their abuser.
“Please...do not harm us...did the master send for you?” Her question seemed almost automatic, something expected of her. She watched him quizzically, confused, frightened. She studied his armor intently, one of her eyes half blinded. “You...you came from the sea?”

Malyne's head would every couple of seconds to the three still alive. The glancing ending when he looked to Imp tilting his head at what she asked only to gently shake his head "I am not hear harm anyone other than Mer forcing you to chains of enslavement." tilts his head at Imp's question. "No....i'm from the void." he said speaking in a chilling cryptic tone. Pulling out a red vial from his boot he woudl force it down the young man's throat to drink.

"Now... which one of you knows this manor inside out?" he said once again looking at two currently conscious slaves, keeping a eye out for any possible guards coming.

Imp looked utterly confused at this strange dunmer. Stepping forward, she spoke softly, “I know the chambers. I know the way to the Master. But do you wish to…” She turned her head to the dead overseer, “harm him?” her eyes squinted, “He has...horrible..” Her mouth opened as if she were to continue, hesitatingly, she held back. “What should happen to us, should you fail?” Softly, her words quivered with a sullen undertone.
Choking, the young male argonian would swallow the potion. Shuffling to his aid, the spotted khajiit would assist in helping him drink, her tail curling for the first time in ages.

The spotted Khajiit turned to Imp, her whiskers flaring. “Imp, should you not show him, this one will! This one will be free, no matter the cost!” Wincing, the Khajiit hissed angrily at her.

Silently, she looked to her fellow slave, then to the fallen slaves. “Yes, spotted one. I will do as you wish dunmer, forgive me.” Slowly, she moved her frail form to his side.

The looked between the two women before saying anything. "I will require at least one of you to show me. I promise whoever shows me won't die. " he said standing up, seeming to ignore the hard down pouring rain adjusting the swords at his hips overlooking what he could of plantation. "How many slaves are here?" he said now looking down at the three.

Looking back to the shacks behind them, Imp spoke. “Not counting us, there are four more inside the shacks.”
“Yes, the others! They must be told of the freedom!” The spotted khajiit’s eyes lit up as she spoke, gently stroking the fallen argonians forehead.

“I can take you through the manor, I know the way to his tunnel.” Slowly, she nodded after speaking. Through the pouring rain, she continued to stare at the dunmer in both fear and excitement. He towered over her, to go against him would certainly be foolish.

The Dunmer's quickly shot to the Khajit. "You and him go inside and wait until see you this place in flames, then run for the docks and enter the boats you see and do as the they say if you wan't to live tomorrow a free person." he turns to Imp, walking over to her pulling out a Argonain dagger strapped somewhere on his person. Gently grabbing it's blade he would hold it out for Imp to take "Show me where, and don't hold back cutting down anyone in our way."

Looking at the dagger, her eyes flicked back up to his. “I have not harmed before…” Hesitating, she grabbed the dagger’s pommel. “I can take you there, but I am unsure if I can harm.”
The spotted Khajiit nodded, still rubbing her side. “This one will fetch the others.”

The rain continued to fall as she led him to the Tower entrance. She stopped, her clawed toes sinking in the muck. “There is usually a guard, just behind this door.” She whispered in a timid, barely audible tone. “I can lure him out without alarm, yes?” She made a drinking motion, “He likes to...get fuzzy in the head.”
Sneaking her small frame to the door, meekly, she spoke to the guard. “The Overseer, he has requested your assistance...he has sent One Called Imp to fetch you.” Her voice was with purpose, convincing.
Less than a minute later, the guard hobbled outside, leaving the door open. He turned to face Imp, his back fully exposed to the dunmer.
"What is it now, filthy lizard?" His words slurred.

Walks up to the man, the heavy rain hiding the noise of his footsteps. As soon as the man uttered the insult Malyne would shove the sword through the guards neck, before violently yanking it out letting it his body collapse in the mud that would soon be mixed with his blood. Kneeling down he would wipe the blood off his sword on the dead guard before standing back up.

"The other guards? How many people are in here?" he spoke turning to the building.

Blood droplets flew through the air, mixing with rain water before falling to the ground. Imp watched in horror and fear as the skilled dunmer slew the drunken guard with ease.
Her eyes quivering in shock, she hesitated.
“I...um…” Regaining her faculties, she began to count her fingers, “There, there should be six.” Looking down at the slurry red mess at their feet. “No, five. A patrol of two likes to move at the end of this hallway. We will go, left is it?” She pointed in the direction of left. “That will lead us to the hub of the tower. It should be empty now, the mistress’s asleep in the two side rooms.” She beckoned him onward as she slinked through the root-thatched hallway. It was musty and dark, a dim candle stood at the end of the hall attached to a curled root. She motioned him to a side nook. Bathed in shadow, she made a hand gesture of fingers mimicking two walking figures before pointing down the hallway intersection.
After a few minutes, the shadow cast by the flickering candle indeed shown two figures strolling closer into the intersection. She looked worriedly at the dunmer before crouching low, clasping her eyes shut.

The masked Dunmer would wait for the the two guards to approach them closer, unsheathing his sword waiting until they where in intersection before charging out impaling one of them with his sword pinning him against the wall with the blade holding him in place as he slowly bleed out. The other guard taking advantage of his back turned to him taking out his ax darting to Malyne with her weapon raised for a downward thrust only disappear as soon as he swung down...her ax planting itself in her partners shoulder causing him to howl in pain with blood in his mouth.

Malyne re-appearing before the guard...this time in front of him. Without a moments hesitation he would have already kicked his legs forcing her to the ground, taking advantage of the position stripping the guard of her helmet as her partner slowly died watching the horrors he was about to commit. "P-please..." was all the woman could mutter before finding a dagger planted deep between her eyes, the life instantly fading from them.

Yanking his dagger out once again letting another corpse hit the floor, Malyne would look up out the now dead guard who bleed out. Sheathing his dagger he yanks the sword out causing yet another corpse to collapsed on the floor against the wall. Now wiping off his sword and sheathing he woudl back over to Imp. "Now tell me where the other guards are, and if anyone here in specific has been cruel to you or the others." he said obviously wasting no time as he held out a hand for her to take with surprising no blood on him.

Unclenching her eyes, she looked to him. Extending her scaly hand to grab his, she spoke softly, “Oh...you see...just beyond the hub, there is the down stairs tunnel. this tunnel, it leads to guard captain's office. It is the last room before the Masters.”

Pulling him onward gingerly, they approached the central hub. Two open rooms hung high in the root veined walls, far from their reach. A plush carpet and polished furniture decorated the room in a splendid elegance.

In a hushed whisper with her finger pointing upwards, “We, can ignore these rooms…” As they continued through the ornate chamber, Imp halted just before turning into the next corridor. It descended into darkness.

Looking down, she realized she was gripping his hand tightly in fear. “This captain, she is cruel to us. She personally descaled many fellow argonians." Imp's moved his hand to touch the left side of her face, a thick scar running through her milky white eye. "She took One Called Imp's left sight."
Releasing his hand, she continued. "The Master’s door, it is always guarded by her two underlings. But it is a false room, a, trick yes? Once they are…” She swallowed hard, “They are no more, I shall show you the way.”

Narrowed his eyes as he was dragged down the hall, his eyes darting about each room they passed as if expecting a attack from anywhere. His eyes softened slightly feeling the scar on the small Argonain. "You have no longer have them....just show me the captain and the masters room." he said, the rough deep raspy tone breaking a bit showing onyl a small hint of his normal voice.

Simply nodding, she moved slowly down the walkway with him. The darkness cloaking them, her hands feeling the roots along the walls.
After many careful steps, the reached the bottom. The captain was sitting with her boots up at her catty corner desk on the far end of the room. A blade rested against her side, another holstered on her hip.

Imp fidgeted when she saw her, backing slowly into the darkness against the thick rooted wall with worried eyes, her arms quivering.

Two guards stood just past the room in a doorframe nook facing the captain.

Malyne would eye the surroundings in the room, waiting a few minutes before doing a single thing before letting out a small sigh simply drawing out his two swords, shadow stepping right behind the captain crouched down his masked face next to her quickly whispering "Boo!"

The captain would jump up grabbing the sword at her side attempting to swing behind her only for him to jump back a couple feet. Bye the this the two guards facing her would now have drawn there weapons running the assistance of the captain. Malyne simply staring at them, blades drawn but not in any fighting stance. "What are you doing here!?!" the captain shouted at the masked Mer only to receive a cold silence from him. "Are you deaf? What are you d-"

Before she could finish her sentence Malyne would have shadow stepped behind her making a attempt slice the neck of the two guards at her side, only for them to move. Only getting a small cut in at most. The captain would immediately go to shove her blade through his stomach, only to get the blade kicked out of her hand. Bye the time the blade dropped the other two guards woudl start wobbling, there vision altering. "Who..who in the three are you!?!" the on shouted out of sudden fear. "Sithis himself." the masked Dunmer replied swinging the blade against the captains face cutting her eye. The captain now dropping to her knees clutching her eye. The guards would got to raise there weapons only to collaspe on the floor, obviously now poisoned. Kneeling down he would take her side arm, and grabbing a fistful of hair pulling it back putting a blade to her neck. "Any last words?"

Imp watched with fear, clutching the wall, as her abusers fell to the poison. The Dunmer slew them with such skill, such intensity, she could not look away. She was transfixed by the grizzly ballet of death. Now, he had the one who took her eye. The one who had skinned many of her fellow slaves. She stood shaking her head in disbelief at what she was witnessing.

Blood oozed from the Captain's eye socked, coating her cheek in the ruby wine. Gritting her teeth and squealing in pain, she spat at the floor, “My eye! You...you...bastard! She managed to utter, her words laced with hatred and pain. Terror gripped her remaining eye.

Frozen, Imp trembled like a leaf behind the roots, her sweaty hands still clutching the hilt of the dagger the Dunmer gave her.

Malyne would only tilt his head at a angle staring down at the woman. "A shame." he said aloud looking up too Imp "You, come here." he said holding the captain in place, kneeling down taking a leather strap binding her hands behind her back. Pulling out a small vial and needle he would pop open the vials lid dipping the needle in it waiting for Imp to walk to him. "Do you wish to take vengeance wasn't the crimes she has committed against you?"

Shaking, Imp slowly stepped forward, stopping just short of them. Her nostrils flared as she gazed on the woman. “You...you took my eye...made us suffer. Made us see, horrible things…” With her one azure eye, she stared hard into the woman. Her eye filled with suffering and anger.

Imp clutched the dagger close to her chest, looking back to the Dunmer with soulful eyes. “I, I can not. I...am sorry.” She backed slowly from the two, looking to the floor.

Spitting at Imp, the captain grunted, “You weak little lizard!”

Malyne would gently shake shis head "There is no need to apologize Argonain." he said, taking the needle he held piercing the guard captains neck with it. After roughly the first ten seconds she wouldn't feel anything other than the puncture. After a brief time her blood woudl feel on fire, enough to the point she started to scream in agonizing pain that only got worse bye the second. After some more time she would slowly go silent, the odd venom finally killing her.

"Now...that's the guards correct? The head master is close bye?" he said putting the vial back and tossing the needle to the ground.

Watching as the Guard crumbled and died, Imp closed her eyes. “Yes, they are gone now. The master...he is below.” opening them once again after speaking.

Completely ignoring what would appear to be the final room, she turned and drifted to an alcove along the wall. Walking with her slender tail low, scales dragging across the manor floor, she pressed her hands along a curious cluster of roots. A slithering sound emanated from the roots parting, revealing a new tunnel inlaid with stone. A frigid breeze rolled into the room with it’s opening.

“There is only this tunnel left. It will lead to his workshop. He will most likely still be...working.” Her eyes turned to the dunmer . “He….I am sorry for the things, that you will find.” She lead him down the damp, narrow, rocky tunnel. Slowly, roots gave way to carved rock. Mold and lichen dotted the floor as the descended in near darkness.

The ceiling hung low in this carved out lair, the sickly sweet odor of decay and mold permeated the air. Clusters of fresh intestine, flesh, and various viscera surrounded a small, green cistern. Jars of frost salts and miscellaneous ingredients, books, and bones caked in dust and rusted blood cluttered the wooden shelves that lined the cavern walls. Bloodstains and soot stains carpeted cells in the far corners of the room. An underwater pool lay just beyond that. Bones littering the ground around it’s lapping water.

An old dunmer crouched over the corpse of a khajiit, his hands stitching an arm back to it’s rotting torso. His hair smooth, clothing pristine an ornamented with gemstones. In sharp contrast to the horrors of the room, the emeralds in his hairpin twinkled in the low candle light.

Imp stopped, her legs would carry her no further into the room. Clutching his hand tightly, she released her fingers from his. She pointed to the dark figure fearfully, looking to her dunmer companion with wide, intense eyes.

A foul scowl would appear underneath the masked helm. muttering in disgust "They failed to mention he was a necromancer....he will die tonight." he said slowly drawing his bow and a arrow "I never got you're name." he said speaking his normal voice and tone for once.

Her nostrils curled under the acrid smell of decay. Slinking behind him, she crouched low against his armored leg as he readied his bow.

Softly, timidly, nearly at a whisper, she responded to his question “The master calls me Imp, I am One Called Imp.” She looked to him sullenly, finally relenting words she knew she could be killed for. “He has crafted very bad things, made me...assist in harming them before they became...horrors. He is trying to summon, some kind of...large flesh-horror.”

The Master stood up from his hunched position, nearly turning his head to their direction.

Gently nods, pulling back the bow with a arrow in hand, the tip of the arrow surrounded in a odd frost like magic, a un-natural cold coming from it. "Well Imp, consider tonight you're last night as a slave." he spoke in a calm hushed tone. Taking a just a few more seconds to to get the aim before making a attempt to fire at him.

Her wide eyes lit up at his words, seemingly in a daze. “Free?” she uttered in confusion and bewilderment. “He does not wish to sell us...what does this mean?” She murmured to herself as she heard the arrow release, whistling through the damp air.

It tore through the air, narrowly missing the Master’s head by a hair, it’s tip grazing his cheek. Ice mixed with tiny drops of blood clung to it’s mark. Turning with rage filled eyes, “Oh, you’ll have to do better than that assassin!”

Arms buzzing with electricity, he threw a bolt of magicka towards the door. In a panic, Imp pulled the dunmer to the ground hard, the bolt smashing into the rock behind them. She released her grip, looking to him with trustful gaze. “Don’t die!” She uttered.

Wicked spells on his tongue, the Master channeled a sickly green light to the rotting Khajiit’s body. Within seconds, a glow emanated from the Khajiit corpse, causing it to stir to un-life. Cream, bulbous, squirming maggots dropped like pearls from the walking construct. The shambling, rotting figure stumbled forward with it’s singular homicidal purpose.

“I can always use more coffin fodder, and you look like a strong lad!” his deep voice echoed through the workshop as he spoke. Imp’s nostrils flared from his words, her eyes narrowed, disdain, sadness, and anger overwhelming her. Hissing daedric spells, an engraved rune began to glow on the cracked, stained floor. He was about to summon something dreadful.

“Perhaps a bit too much meat on you.” He grinned wickedly.

Malynes eyes widened muttering "Dammit!" before being dragged away from the rocks crushing him. drawing out his sword within less than second looking down to Imp "Oh i'm not going anywhere until I say so." the masked Dunmer replied in the deep raspy voice. "Go find cover, and whatever you do don't look until I say got it?" he said quickly, standing up getting ready to fend off the abomination, cutting off a limb of the rotted Khajit kicking it back to the floor, walking up smashing the skull in with the heel of his boot.

He looked back to Imp looking around seeing the Daedric symbols light up. "Imp! Hide!"

The air grew more potent with the heavy scent of death as green vapors swirled around the rune, clouds that soon gave way to a hulking, misshapen abomination of flesh. Imp had seen him summon such a beast before, she knew it brought only death. Raising her head to hear the Dunmer’s words, she swiftly obeyed. Impulsively clutching the dagger close to her chest, she raced to the only hiding spot she could think of.

The master hardly gave a glance to the scurrying argonian. “I see you met my pet lizard. Led you down here did it?” He scoffed, “I knew I should have cut it’s tongue out, no matter.” In a final burst, he finished casting his monstrosity. A hulking tower of misshapen flesh stitched to rune covered skin lurched upwards, coming just short of bashing it’s own bloated head against the cavern ceiling. A horrid, foul cry erupted from it’s mouth.

“First, to rip your limbs from your body!” He sputtered elatedly to the Dunmer, watching eagerly has the Flesh Atronach lumbered forward towards the lone Dunmer.

Jumping to the east side of the room from the door frame, Imp tucked herself into a narrow crevice behind a stoney pillar. Old chests and stacks of books lay between her and the towering horror. She looked at the dagger in her hands, then at the Dunmer. Remembering his words, she clamped her eyes shut.

Malyne would have thrown some of his daggers at the giant flesh atronach before drawing his swords. dodging it's first strike bye diving forward. He woudl slash at the abominations legs causing it only howl in pain. He woudl quickly get into the habit of dancing around it's attacks and cutting it's legs.

"This is useless." he muttered. this time shadow stepping into some hidden nook int he cavern where he coudl hide for a few moments. Quickly removing his helm, gauntlets, chest plate. ect.

The cavern rumbled, the horror groaning from the quick slashes to his thick, fleshy legs. Lifting it’s heavy rotting arm, it attempted to swipe clumsily at the Dunmer as he ducked into the shadows.

“Now now, hiding will do you no good! Your skin and bone are already mine...” The Master mocked, the madman laughing. His arms started to glow with renewed spellcasting as he shot more bolts into the darkness where the Dunmer had retreated. “Perhaps I’ll just lure you out then, shall we? Atronach, drag the lizard out!” Orders barked, the flesh-horror slowly turned from the shadows to lumber in the direction Imp had scurried.

Imp remained hidden, her eyes still clamped shut as she began to touch the cone stony floor. Her attention focused on its texture, the rough lichen growths and small, smooth pebbles, returning her to calm. She listened for any hint of her Dunmer friend.

Blood would start pumping through his body, grabbing his chest the heavily tattooed Mer would how in pain that would sound like a mix between a war cry and agonizing pain. The sharp pains in chest increasing continuing to shout, he would start to growl sounding like a feral wolf. A dark black shadowy magic surrounding him before covering him completely bursting out.

A large roar woudl erupt from the overgrown Lycan. Jumping down he would dart, charging for the flesh atronach, jump up digging his claws into the monster's leg. Not wasting any time to bite down whipping his head violently back and forth.

With no time to react, the Giant monster staggered backwards from the force of the hit. Flesh began to be flayed from the creature’s leg revealing it’s boney frame. Clumps of it’s weeping skin slung loosely from it’s leg as it attempted to pry the wolf-beast off.

The giant hulking abomination wasn’t the only one caught off guard. The ear splitting howl took the Master by utter surprise, disrupting his casting. “Dammit, dammit! I’ll make you writhe you flesh sack! Your scull is already mine, once I rid it of it's useless contents!" Spitting curses, he now renewed his casting in a fit of rage. He stepped backwards, near the east side of the room.

The howl stirred Imp’s eyes to open for a brief moment. She witnessed the furious wolf creature pounce in a fury of razors. She clutched her head with her hands, dropping the dagger, her eyes clamping shut once more. Grunts, growls and the sounds of flesh being ravaged bombarded her ears. Trying to regain a air of calm, she stroked the smooth scales that adorned her head.

Finding no peace, she grunted, the sounds too much for the quivering argonian. She opened her eyes. The master was unknowingly stepping closer to her, his pompous gaze fixated on the death-hound tearing his pet atronach to pieces. She could put an end to it, to the suffering he wrought, but such a thing would mean for the first time,of her own free will, taking a life. Looking to the dagger, her eyes filled with indecision.

The giant ebony furred Lycan would claw it's way crawling up the Atronach, each he pulled himself up would rip more flesh with he claws. He would make his way up the beasts neck before sinking he teeth into it, only be launched off it's shoulder and neck. Nearly landing on his side he would skid across the cavern landing on his feet.

As he stopped his piercing red eyes would gaze upon Imp, then to the dagger and back to her. Narrowing his eyes for a moment in his direction giving a small nod before charging the giant flesh construct this time biting down at the exposed bone on the leg once again shaking his head violently as if trying to break it.

The goliath abomination’s leg bone began to crack under the wolf’s vice-like jawed grip. Groaning, it lurched forward to crush him under it’s massive arms, only putting more pressure on the splintering limb. With a snap, the limb shattered, bone fragments and stitched skin flying into the hound’s face. Off balance, the hulking mass of flesh began to crash into it’s side, narrowly missing the werebeast by a breath.

The cavern quaked from the sudden creatures fall, sending a shock wave that knocked the master off balance to his knees.

Low to the ground, Imp took notice of the beasts collapse, watching in horror as it appeared to land on her new friend. Her reptilian eyes welled with tears. Believing he had fallen, her eyes flashed to the Master, now only feet away. Sweaty hands reached for the dagger, there was no going back now.

Grief took the reigns as her feet carried her closer, pushing past the fallen book stacks and disheveled chests. Now, only inches from his silken black hair, her mind went numb. Many times had she parted flesh, tore muscle for him, this time however, would be different. Plunging the dagger with precision through his back, slipping past his shoulder blades, it’s razor edge finally nestled into his pulsating heart.

A horrendous wheeze past through his throat before he fell forward, blood pooling around his gemstone embroidered robe. Untethered from this plane, the Flesh Atronach began to destabilize, dissipating into the air. It was over.

Collapsing to her knees, Imp could only stare at the life she extinguished. Gripping the black feathers atop her head, she leaned forward, tears rolling down her cheeks. Hidden deep from the eyes of the world, the cavern had witnessed her final kill.

The large Lycan would start to shrink in size as the flesh atronach dissipating before him. A dark shadowy magic surrounding him before fading away, as it did Malyne would appear breathing heavy a hand on his chest. "Damn...." he muttered standing up on his bare feet, "Now to get my armor..."

Walking over to Imp, Malyne drops on to knee gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?" he spoke using his normal voice, along with no having his helm on. His long dreadlocks hanging down no longer tied into ponytail.

Her fingers released the feathers as she turned her muzzle upwards to him, staring for a moment as if she was seeing a ghost. In an instant, she leaped to clutch to his leg. Eyes glossed with tears, she cried out as she spoke.

“No more! No more killing, please!” her sobbing only intensified as she shook his leg. “I cannot, I won’t!” Nearing hysterics, she clung only tighter, clamping her eyes shut.

“I need, I need to be far away from this place!” Shaking her head, she tried to catch her breath. “I...I need...I need to find peace...” She looked up at him with the tired eyes of a lost child. “What will I do? Why, why did you save us?”

Eyes widen as she clinged to his leg for dear life, gently grabbing her arm and tugging her up. "Calm down, there won't be anymore killing...we just have to go now." he spoke in somewhat anxious voice. "We can talk about this this once we get on the boat ok?" he spoke looking down at her.

Returning to reality from her anguish filled episode, she started breathing more slowly through her nostrils. Releasing her grip, she rose to her feet, sniffling and wiping tears from her eyes.

Silently nodding to him, she would follow him closely behind. “You, you remember the way back? No one should be awake, they are...were, used to such...noise.”

Nods "I do, come with me. The boats should be here any second bye now. " he said tugging on Imp's arm guiding her back through the manor. He would walk at a borderline jogging pace with one sword drawn, ignoring the corpses he passed.

As they stepped outside in the distance a four small boats could be seen approaching the the docks even through the thick storm that on;y seemed to be getting worse. "We need to see if the others are ready!" he said running towards the slave quarters shouting "Is everyone ready to leave?!" he shouted over the thunder.

Huddled together under the unrelenting rain in front of the shacks, the slaves mostly remained silent. A lone Khajiit shouted back, it was the spotted one he had rescued earlier. “Yes, this one see’s we are here! We are ready for the freedom!”

Stopping to catch her breath, Imp once again raised her snout to the skies. The cool rain drops washing over her, closing her eyes in few seconds of calm. Bringing her head back down, she squinted through the rain. “They appear to all be present!” She shouted to the Dunmer through the downpour.

Nods "Follow me then! Hurry" Malyne shouted at the top of his lungs starting to run for the docks, dragging Imp along with him looking behind him to see if they where following. His sword sill drawn and held in his free hand as he practically charged for the docks.

"These all the boats sera?" Malyne spoke in Dunmeri. "Yes, is this all of them?" he spoke looking to the group of slaves and back to others navigating the boats. "Alright lets get them put in" Malyne spoke putting Imp, and the two khajit's from earlier in a boat along with another random one. The others being put in other boats all having some sort of guard in each one along with someone to navigate the boat.

As he got every last slave in a boat he woudl turn to walk away. "Sera! What are you doing!?" one of the men asked "Finishing my job. Give me five minutes!" he said running back to the slave quarters. Looking for something flammable to find to start some kind of fire. "Damn..." he said running back into the manor looking for something to start a fire yet again. "The kitchen has to have something..." he muttered wandering around the massive mushroom, doing his best to remain quite. Trying to look for the kitchen he would eventually stumble into the Mistresses room, narrowing his eyes quietly walking over to helpless woman's sleeping form. Raising hsi sword he would go to plunge into her torso pinning her to the bed...only too stop himself suddenly remembering what Imp said about no more killing.."You live...today..." he said before lowering his weapon and walking out finding a oil to use.

With the oil in hand he would walk over to the slave quarters splattering all over the inside of the building before pouring it into the water of the salt rice field. Walking to the main building of the slave quarters he would toss some fire salts inside starting a instant fire. He would toss some more into the crops setting them completely ablaze. Running back the fire would burn bright and tall looking as if there was fire sky in the thundering sky. Bye some miracle though the fire wouldn't be touching the manor at all.

Running down the dock Malyne would jump into the boat. "Alright lets go!" he shouted over the thunder once more. Nodding the boat woudl suddenly take off leading the other four. Letting out a deep breath the Dunmer would finally sit in a spot avoiding the rain. He would take in slow deep breathes shaking from the adrenaline still. Trying to wring out his hair he would look to Imp. "If you have any questions....now is the time to ask them."

Rough waves rocked the ships, Imp clutched her stomach. Never having been on sea before, her hands tried to steady herself. She noticed the flames on the shanties, her old life burning down as they left.

Turning to the water logged Dunmer, his large hands wringing out his sopping wet hair, her eyes met his with filled wonder. Barely able to contain her words, she excitedly ran through every question on her mind. “Why did you save us? Are you, truly not going to sell us? Where, where did you come from?”

She shifted in the boat, nearly falling over. “I, I don’t think I like boats...Ma-" She stopped herself, shaking her head with a smile "...no, you are not my master, I am free...what is your name?” Her timid voice nearly was drowned out by the rain.

Eyes widen a bit at the sudden burst of questions. "I..." he paused clearing his throat. "I was asked bye some special people to liberate you and make sure you receive you're rightful freedom." shakes his head offering for the first time all night a freindly smile "No, you are all now free and will no longer live you're lives as slaves. I came from.....lets say I come from Dominion lands and the rain forests of Valenwood."

He woudl quickly grab her arm to help her stay up and not get knocked to the floor bye the violent storm. "I'm Malyne, and it's okay you don't have to like boats...though these waters are normally much calmer when it isn't storming like this."

“Rain forests?” She looked puzzled, bewildered, excited, “I have heard of this Dominion in whispers, sometimes visitors dressed in fancy armor spoke of it at length! Khajiit walk free with Bosmer and even the golden skinned Altmer, and it is always green and lush, right?”

Getting her bearings on the ship, her face took a more sullen disposition. “Malyne, what you did for all of us, I can never repay you.” She looked back at her fellow freed beastfolk, their eyes full of hope. “All of them, they won’t die in that cavern. They spoke of places I have never heard off, of families and friends, lives torn apart.”

Wrapping her arms around her knees, she leaned forward with her tail curling around her, she continued. “But I don’t know any other life than the one you have seen. What will I do, where can I go? Where is safe?” Her large eyes looked up at him, the storm finally starting to lessen.

Nods "Yes, from the Altmer islands tot he lush green forest of Valendwood and even marshes of Elyswer are there. And it's true, no one is a slave in the dominion, everyone is...mostly equal. " he paused glancing at the group of other slaves with a faint sigh before looking back down to Imp.

"Good, you have no need to pay me back anyways. I did this to free people like you from monsters like the one we faced." his tone grew a bit softer with the storm. "For them once we get to land in a farm outside of Vivvec city we will be seeing where everyone wishes to placed, though I won't lie...you will all be greatly urged to agree to to Covenant lands or Dominion as most slavers don't care to go that far for missing property."

He frowned a bit gently placing a hand on Imp's back "You can go anywhere you so desire, and do anything you wish. You are a free woman now and no longer bound to chains and shackles...." he bit his lower lip, eyes filled with contemplation. "Is there anyone you wish to go? Visit? Live?"

Imp shook her head, “I do not know. You say this Dominion, everyone is equal? No shackles or chains?” Her eyes brightened. “And can go anywhere I choose?" Quietly, she took a deep breath before responding.

"Then can, can I come with you, to where you came from? To the rain forests? I wish to see these rain forests with my own eyes." She looked to him with hopeful eyes.

Nods, only to be caught off guard bye her question. "Ah...I suppose there is reason to oppose such things..." he spoke looking down at the smaller Argonain. "But tell me, why not somewhere else? Why not somewhere deep in Blackmarsh?" he said sounding a bit confused.

“Black Marsh is a dangerous, hostile place for an outsider. I am an argonian, but I was not born in those lands.” Turning to give a sorrowful gaze back at the other slaves, she continued. “Most of the argonians they brought to us, they came from Black Marsh raids. I have listened to their stories. I do not wish to go to such a place.”

Looking back to him, she exhaled, speaking in a calm, soft tone. “They spoke of a “pact” protecting them, they did not know Telvanni like my, my former master, follow no such pact.” With soft eyes, clasping both her hands together, she pleaded her case. “Malyne, you are the only Dunmer who has treated us with kindness, I beg of you, please take me to this place. I shall ask for nothing and cause no harm!” Sadness ebbed into her voice. “I have no one else to trust.”

Frowns before letting out a soft sigh "Alright, you can come back come back with me, but you must understand you may face some forms of racism...due to being Dominion lands...but no one will ever enslave you." he said speaking to Imp reassuringly.

"Let's just make sure I can get you some kind of clothes before we officially arrive there...." He would go silent for a little bit, staring blankly at the floor before perking up a bit. "Oh...since you wish to follow me back...you must know that no one is too know what you saw me do, or even the real reason how you met me, think you can do that?"

A warm smile stretched across her scaled face. “Their words cannot harm me friend, as long as I am free.” With a serious expression, she nodded as he spoke. “If it is one thing I have learned, it is to hold a tongue. You have my word.” She held her clawed hand up across her heart, extending two fingers. “You know these lands better than I, what should I say if I am asked of our paths crossing?” Sitting up, she rested her hands gently on the boat’s seat.

Nods "Good to hear you have thick skin, and good....bad things can happen to me if anyone learned my secrets." he said leaning back. "Just say....I saved you from bandits or a wild rapid wolf...whatever excuse you wish to use...Out of curiosity, is there anything you can do as far as skills?"

She nods to him. "I do." She looked into his eyes. "I know the body, bones, organs, where they nest. I know how to heal and to stitch."

Nods "Good...int he village I reside in we have a healer but...he may very well use help with such things....Do you know the anatomy of most if not all races?"

Yelnei glanced at the two curiously, overhearing their conversation about the Dominion. He was a short, mostly skin Argonian with a scale combination of orange, reds, and black. "You travel to south lands? Could ah, I..c... come?" He spoke a little odd, being born into slavery and not being able to speak Tamrielic very fluently.

Imp stares silently at the fellow slave for a moment. "It, it is not up to me."

Malyne released a small sigh. "I...suppose I can take you as well....." he said rubbing the back of his head as he leaned back in his seat. He would look exhausted and tired now, as if he was just now feeling everything he did.

He nodded, "I thank you, Dunmer."

Malyne only nodded "Of course...just so you know, I never saved you, you never met me ever in morrowind. Understood?" he said removing his gauntlets for a moment, exposing some his tattoos.

He nodded, "Yes, I understand."

Still looking with question at the fellow argonian, she simply nodded. "Malyne, you must be tired from," She rubbed her chin for a moment, "From fighting off those wolves." Her inquisitive eyes met his tattoos, but her tired lips failed to question them. "Should you not rest?"

Malyne shook his head. "No...I need to stay up. My job is to ensure you all at least make it Vivvec city safely...from then on you all be taken care of there...." he said rubbing his temples. "Anyways, are you sure you wish to come to to where I live? This is you're chance to live anywhere, and be whomever you wish to be...following me will simply take you to a small village in Malabal Tor."

Nodding, she raised her scaled finger to her chin. "Malabal Tor? It is a small village you say?" Reptilian eyes turned to gaze back at the island they left. "Can you tell me more of this place? Are there others like you?" Cheeks puffed up from her excited smile. "Is it quiet?"

Scratched his chin thinking. "Well, it can very quite yet it can...certainly get rather...eventful to say the least form time to time. We struggle with our own problems like any other village. It's deep int he jungle right next to a cliff that towers over the ocean." he sat up a bit a trying to think. "It's almost always raining there though, almost need a cloak of some sort everywhere you go there. As for the others there....some are like in certain regards...but everyone is different in there own unique way, but they are all good people at heart." Malyne then smiled a bit. "If anyone gave anyone else trouble they would have to take it up with me."

Delight spread across her face. Closing her eyes, she chuckled softly. "Rain, greenery, and more friends to meet. Yes, I think I shall like this place." Stretching her feet out in the boat, toes spreading apart, she smiled. "I will find my peace there, I am sure of it."

Chuckles a bit. "Fair warning though, don't drink the rotmeth unless you like rotten meat juice."