Post by Arkfeller on Feb 14, 2008 18:44:29 GMT 10
Endiroth stepped down from the Silt Strider, at the same time thanking the operator.
Sneaking into Vivec wasn't hard, seeing as it was only Ordinators in the street. Endiroth sidestepped into one of the wall's indentation and waited for a passing Ordinator to turn the corner. The Foreign Quarter was usually bustling with activity, light-hearted chatter and generally friendly hostility. Now, walking in the streets, there was no one to be found. Endiroth dropped into Jobasha's Rare Books, and was greeted with a less-than-welcome 'hail' from Jobasha. As Endiroth browsed through the shelves, the Ordinator's dark eyes followed him.
After sitting through five hours of books, Endiroth made to leave, but the guard suddenly cried, "You n'wah!"
Endiroth sighed in exasperation. Not all of his kind were thieves. He stopped in his tracks, turned and slowly raised his arms. Instantly, the Ordinator leaped forward, forced the Bosmer's head forward and threw him to the ground.
He was sitting in a prison cell, listening as the Dunmer guards outside jeer at him. Endiroth, being a very impatient person, stormed up to the bars and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"I'M NOT A THIEF, YOU GOT ME WRONG. I WAS JUST READING!"
The prison guards' faces instantly contorted with rage.
"You thief scum, don't even think about talking to us like that."
The guards were now looking malicious and gleeful, having fun torturing a now helpless Wood Elf. Endiroth shook the bars, wrist irons rattling.
"Lemme outta here! I done nothing wrong!"
No matter how much he pleaded, the guards stayed the same. Eventually Endiroth gave up. He forced himself onto the small stool in his cell, which subsequently broke. His temporary nerve snapped. Chucking what used to be stool legs through the bars, along with the cup, jug and scattered bones. He stomped around his cell, he kicked the door, wall and anything else in reach.
And still the guards mocked him.
Unable to take anymore, he lay on the small bedroll and attempted to calm himself down. His time spent with the Dark Brotherhood hadn't been wasted.
Endiroth was released eight days later. He quickly retrieved all his belongings, geared up and left town, again heading for the Silt Strider.
"I need to get to Balmora. Fast as possible." Endiroth was determined never to see this place again.
The Silt Strider operator, however, had other things in mind. "Is it true that you were the Bosmer who got arrested for stealing something from Jobasha?" Endiroth paused, wondering whether to answer.
"I was arrested, but didn't steal anything. Those Ordinators have something against my race." The operator nodded. "Understood. Welcome aboard."
Sneaking into Vivec wasn't hard, seeing as it was only Ordinators in the street. Endiroth sidestepped into one of the wall's indentation and waited for a passing Ordinator to turn the corner. The Foreign Quarter was usually bustling with activity, light-hearted chatter and generally friendly hostility. Now, walking in the streets, there was no one to be found. Endiroth dropped into Jobasha's Rare Books, and was greeted with a less-than-welcome 'hail' from Jobasha. As Endiroth browsed through the shelves, the Ordinator's dark eyes followed him.
After sitting through five hours of books, Endiroth made to leave, but the guard suddenly cried, "You n'wah!"
Endiroth sighed in exasperation. Not all of his kind were thieves. He stopped in his tracks, turned and slowly raised his arms. Instantly, the Ordinator leaped forward, forced the Bosmer's head forward and threw him to the ground.
He was sitting in a prison cell, listening as the Dunmer guards outside jeer at him. Endiroth, being a very impatient person, stormed up to the bars and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"I'M NOT A THIEF, YOU GOT ME WRONG. I WAS JUST READING!"
The prison guards' faces instantly contorted with rage.
"You thief scum, don't even think about talking to us like that."
The guards were now looking malicious and gleeful, having fun torturing a now helpless Wood Elf. Endiroth shook the bars, wrist irons rattling.
"Lemme outta here! I done nothing wrong!"
No matter how much he pleaded, the guards stayed the same. Eventually Endiroth gave up. He forced himself onto the small stool in his cell, which subsequently broke. His temporary nerve snapped. Chucking what used to be stool legs through the bars, along with the cup, jug and scattered bones. He stomped around his cell, he kicked the door, wall and anything else in reach.
And still the guards mocked him.
Unable to take anymore, he lay on the small bedroll and attempted to calm himself down. His time spent with the Dark Brotherhood hadn't been wasted.
Endiroth was released eight days later. He quickly retrieved all his belongings, geared up and left town, again heading for the Silt Strider.
"I need to get to Balmora. Fast as possible." Endiroth was determined never to see this place again.
The Silt Strider operator, however, had other things in mind. "Is it true that you were the Bosmer who got arrested for stealing something from Jobasha?" Endiroth paused, wondering whether to answer.
"I was arrested, but didn't steal anything. Those Ordinators have something against my race." The operator nodded. "Understood. Welcome aboard."