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[Wolfblaze7711]

(Along the road to the Thalmor prisoner camp in Whiterun, traveling south to the Whiterun hold.)

Green looked through the bushes keeping his body low so he wouldn't be seen. there was a group of prisoners tied together being escorted by five or so Thalmor guards. He saw a Highelf, Redguard, Bosmer, Khajiit and a few Nords along with them in the prisoner transport. He smiled a little and prayed to Talos that this would work. He needed men if this rebellion idea of his was going to work and what best way to get men without gold than to free some from being prisoners and hope for the best. He so far had only ten men under his command so far but most were untrained farmers and hunters. He knew that if they were to survive they would need some actual warriors. Hopefully this lot they would save are what they need. They waited until they were in position, Green gave the signal. Arrows flew through the air directly at the Thalmor. Green rushed out and logged his sword in the back of one of the guards. The fight was over as soon as it began. He ordered his men to collect what weapons they can from the guards as he freed the prisoners.
"Is everyone alright? Is there anyone that needs a healer? I know how these Thalmor treat their prisoners." He asked.

Thergos waited for his turn to have his bonds made free.

 

[Dark lord steel]

Lileath Cananora woke up chained to a wall, barely able to see the dim light of a prison wagon with the metal restraining mask she felt on her face. Shifting around subtly, she tried to stretch herself, only to find she couldn't, and her training kicked in to override her panic. Coming round from where she'd been unconcious, she realised she wasn't alone, although she was the most tightly gagged out of everyone: in fact, she'd been chained to the prison wagons wall in irons, the thick (and likely magic resistant) clamps around her face, arms, hands, upper legs, feet and neck. They weren't taking any chances then, and her suspicions were confirmed. She had indeed been captured by the Thalmor, and she was now not only going to be tortured horribly, but she would be forced to endure the Thalmor high command jeers and taunts as she was dragged in front of them to be executed. She supposed she should be honoured in a very twisted way: only the most infamous and hated got brought before the High council just to be put to death.

Hearing voices outside, she wondered if they were being transferred, but in her very limited sight she saw light flood into the previously sealed wagon, and an Argonian walked in. Considering she was clad almost head to toe in metal aside from her torso, which they had thankfully left covered up when they'd stripped her of her armour once she was unconcious, she wasn't sure how he was planning on getting her out.

"One of the guards should have a key."

She whispered, her voice parched. How long had she been out? She wasn't sure, but she knew one thing for certain: everything ached, and she reasoned they'd likely thrown her around a little before chaining her up. Thankfully even the Thalmor had regulations about what they were and weren't allowed to do, which was a small condolence at least. Being let loose, she wondered if rumours of who she was had flittered across the ocean, but she doubted it unless they'd heard the Thalmor talking about her or they'd heard of her insane bounty. Which was always possible given how it was in five digits, and she could name the number of people wanted for that amount of money on one hand. We'll get her they always said that murderous traitor will pay for the blood she had shed with her own, and it won't be swift either. Now released, she collasped on the floor due to having been suspended on the wall, but she quickly gathered herself together, nodding to the person who'd rescued her in gratitude.

Seeing herself in the light for the first time since her capture, she winced, noting the bruising and the shallow cuts all over herself, but began to grab some armour and a weapon, along with a few other things she found in the guards pocket. Not wanting to contaminate her wounds, she focused herself as she sat on the armour, trying to mustre up the strength for a healing spell, but her head was swimming slightly in the bright sun. Water - and food. That's what she needed, and shielding her eyes from the glare of light, she looked around as she waited to see what would happen. The other prisoners had been freed, and she kept her hand firmly wrapped around a dagger just in case one of them tried anything: especially the shifty looking rogue.

 

[Karcen]

Nilthil had been captured, or so it seemed as the thalmor had learned she often had some kind of way out that they could not fully figure out. Still she was in the prison with the others, though they had not bound her like they had the high elf, she was still secured. The Thalmor had learned how hard it was to keep Nilthil bound as she often escaped even their most powerful bounds even should magic be used to stop her from using magic. The dream was like that they believed that which didn't exist could bind that which did, not knowing but a word would free their seeming captive should she think it. Still there was only so much that one that was awake could do in a dream lets the dream be destroyed and Nilthil had no desire to destroy the dream and wake the dreamer. That was what had kept Nilthil bound, not the chains and spells, but that she might tug one to many strings should she leave now for fate was at work.

It was while Nilthil waited to see what fate had in store that a lizard came, a child of the hist, and argonain who must have some reason to hate the Thalmor. Those of blackmarsh did have reasons to dislike the altmer, but the Thalmor likely would never waste their time invading a place without a tower. That did make her wonder if that was the real reason for this invasion the tower in skyrim, it was one of the few till around that could be said to fully be active. When one of the men with the Argonain, fellow rebels most likely, came to the cell that held Nilthil and looked in he would see that the elf that had just been chained to the wall tightly was now somehow free of those binds. Fate had come it seemed and now Nilthil was ready to leave and see if perhaps the dream had a way to save itself that not even she saw. With a gesture and a quick incantation the lock that had previously been solid steel become soft cheese as Nilthil used her alteration skills to change what was into what she wanted it to be.

Outside the sun was bright, the great hole to aetherius where static ANU waited, looking around Nilthil would get the make up and numbers of this rebellious dream. They were not many, perhaps this attack on the prison was a way to get those who hated the Thalmor on their side, well it made sense in some respects, but they could just want to kill some high elves in robes. The man that had freed Nilthil, or had thought to free her might notice if he looked at her she was now dressed in odd clothing and not the rags that most were in, and yet she had seemingly not gone to get these clothes. Still they would likely need to leave soon as while not certain there might be more thalmor coming.

" You have my thanks hist child, i came to see if the tower still stood and it seems the first way still can not understand the fifth " Nilthil said in a rather tried tone as if having done this over and over.

 

[Wolfblaze7711]

(sorry for the late reply guys I have been very busy with school and exams. I am very active I promise the past week has been just very crazy.)


Green nodded at Nilthil after she thanked him. He then watched as the rest of his men untied the bonds of the other prisoners. "All of you are free to go." Green said putting his sword away. "But if any of you want to get your blade bloody with Thalmor blood you are welcome to join us." he said with a slight smirk. He made sure his men took the horses and any weapons and armor the Thalmor had on them. Green then turned to look at Lileath. he noticed the dagger and smiled a bit. "Your smart to not trust any of us, but you have my word we wont hurt any of you. We are just after the Thalmor."

Thergos rubbed his wrists from the bonds now released. The iron chains had left scars and his wrists bleeding from all the moving about in the wagon. he used a quick healing spell to get rid of the scars and pain. He watched the others closely. not knowing what to do or think about with this bandit group that rescued them.