Nidalave Watches A Battle

The Pact was disorganized, poorly led. The leaders of the Nordic and Dunmeri contingents were full of bluster but not much brain, and the Argonian leaders only cowered between them. Such incompetence was evident in the reckless advance of the raiders into Stros M’Kai.

Nidalave sneered, wondering why she ever decided to join up. Privateering — no, even pirating — paid more than the pittance the Pact gave her to use her ship as a troop transport. But money was hard to come by and steady work even harder. She would rather a pittance than nothing at all. Continue reading “Nidalave Watches A Battle”

Shizzal Meets an Old Friend

The open air of the marketplace shimmered in the midday heat. All but the most ambitious of merchants had closed up their stalls and retreated inside to nap away the languid hours.

The stillness was then only broken by a Dunmer sprinting after an Argonian. Continue reading “Shizzal Meets an Old Friend”

Keeps-Low Keeps Low

At this age, the monsters were cute, Keeps-Low had to admit. It stared up at him with large sparkling eyes, tiny monkey claws twisting about the Argonian’s chains as if they always had to be gripping something. He held out a claw to it, and it stared at him trustingly, even reaching out to tug on the tip of his claw with a mischievous glance.

And then the monster’s sire swooped down and interposed itself between Keeps-Low and its offspring. The Dunmer leveled a withering glare at him. “Hands off, skeever, or I’ll buy you for guar food.” Continue reading “Keeps-Low Keeps Low”