Bandits

"How much further to this mine you've been on about?"

"Not far just a few hours down the road."

"A-and you're sure it's safe right? I mean they will let us join the gang?"

In a small camp along the road to Falkreath three bandits were bickering about something or other. One was an Orc, another a Nord, and the third a female Bosmer.

"Look," The Nord said, "I already told you this mine is run by my uncle. He'll set us up."

"But what if something happened," The Bosmer said meekly, "Banditry doesn't have much job security. He could have been killed or moved on..."

"If he's not there then we take control," the Orc said, "Kill whoever's there and start out own gang."

"Exactly," The Nord said, "And to help us in that endeavor we've got this."

The Nord reached into his satchel and pulled out a sealed roll of paper.

"Once we find the old boss's secret stash we'll be set." Said the Nord, "he won't be needing it anymore."

"Did we really have to kill him," the Bosmer said, "we could have just taken it and run."

"The boss was taking bribes from the Jarl. No self-respecting bandit should work with a royal. He deserved it." The Orc barked, "You got a problem Gillin!"

"No no of course not. I just don't want to run into....any....unnecessary. trouble." Gillin's speech began to deteriorate as she stared forward. Her comrades turned to see what she was staring at to find a Female Altmer in dirty rags looked down on them from a mossy incline.

"Bandits huh." She said nonchalantly, "you're not exactly what I was looking for, but I'll make due."

The bandits sat in silence for a moment before the Orc sprung up and grabbed his War Hammer.

"Never should have come here!" He yelled running towards her.

"Wait Morak! Don't get near her." Gillin yelled.

But it was too late. As Morak the Orc got within swinging distance of the Elf his body was suddenly engulf in flames. He screamed loudly before falling to the ground as an unidentifiable pile of burnt flesh.

At this point the other two had gotten up and retrieved their weapons.

"Boris," Gillin yelled, "That's no ordinary Altmer we have to run."

"A true Nord never backs down," Boris said as he prepared for combat.

"Well suit yourself. I'm getting out of here." Gillin said as she ran off into the woods.

"You coward!" Boris yelled at his fleeing comrade. He turned towards his opponent and raised his sword to charge, but suddenly his joints tensed up. Boris could no longer move. He was Paralyzed! Boris fell down onto his back, still in battle position with his sword raised above his head.

"You're incorrect." Said the Altmer as she approached him. "That friend for yours made the right choice." In her hand purple energy swirled, that energy transformed into an ethereal dagger.

"You definitely should have run," the Altmer said as she raised her dagger. Boris' blood froze. 'Move! Move!' He thought to himself. He had to move, or he would die. But it was too late. The elf plunged her dagger into his chest piercing his heart.