Cheydinhal was a nice place Erathorn thought to himself he would rest for the night and then venture out to where his detachment had been ambushed, the ruins of Fort Farragut. his horse was also hurt and appeared to be limping.
"Do not Worry Ashfor, you will be ok" with this Erathorn laid his hands on the horse and murmered a few words. a bright blue light appeared from his hand and the horse, Ashfor was feeling better at it graciously licked his face.
Erathorn walked towards the gate of Cheydinhal followed by his junior captain symmachus.
before they reached the gate Symmachus stopped.
"captain?" Symmachus asked
"yes Symmachus what is it?" Erathorn replied
"i do not feel the need to rest, i shall head to the fort and scout it out for tomorrow sir" Symmachus told Erathorn
"very well Symmachus, tread carefully, i thought i heard ogres out there" Erathorn said
"yes captain" Symmachus said before saluting his captain and with that Symmachus took some food and drink and headed to scout the fort out; leaving his captain to rest.
Erathorn walked through the gate to be met by a town guard.
who to say the least was doing his job properly.
"what business do yee have here stranger?" the town guard said
"my business is my own and thats how its going to stay" Erathorn said as he lowered his hood.
the guard noticed he was no normal imperial he had the eyes and ears of a dunmer but was light toned. like some sort of imperial elf.
"but you can help by telling me where the inn is" Erathorn grinned as he spoke the words
"just go straight ahead over the bridge and the two inns are at the west gate sir" the guard replied
Erathorn walked towards the inn stopping to admire the chapel of arkay it was called. he noticed out of the corner of his eye a shadowy figure sneaking into an abandoned house. he was too fatigued to investigate it. a good nights sleep would help.
he headed inside the newlands lodge, as he entered the room suddenly stood still the people had rarely seen someone as himself, a mix breed. Erathorn grinned and headed to the owner,
"a room please"
"certainly sera, that will be 10 drakes please"
Erathorn handed over the money and headed upstairs to his room.
he removed his weapons and armour and laid them in the drawers in the corner of the room, hiding his dagger under the pillow and his shortsword strapped to the back of the headboard. he thought about his wife and the men he just lost and was away into a deep sleep.
it was near enough 4am and Erathorns room door burst open.
Erathorn drew his dagger suspecting combat
"Captain! withdraw your weapon i have word from the king!" A messenger trembled as he spoke
the messenger gave Erathorn the scroll
My dear Captain Erathorn,
i regret to inform you that your services are no longer required.
you do not belong with me anymore
you have a path to follow.
Your true friend
"you are dismissed" Erathorn whispered to the messenger
he then thought to himself
well this is it i suppose,
what to do now?
Mercenarys where frowned upon as turning into bandits or maruaders around here.
he could always join the legion, or the blades?
yes he would travel to the blades castle, cloud ruler temple at the break of dawn.
if he could find it.....
I am the Hammer. I am the sword in His hand, I am the point of His spear. I am the Gauntlet about His fist. I am the Bane of His foes and the woes of the treacherous. I am the End.