The Figure In The Night

[Shalashask 1112]

It was a dark and wet evening in Vivec. Only a few elves could be heard, their drunken revelry echoing from the tavern. The streets and gate were abandoned of guards.

A masked and cloaked figure approached the main gate. To his relief his key still worked in the citizen's entrance. He carefully opened the doors and crept towards the housing district. Clutching his right side he moved hastily towards a group of four houses, peering inside of them.

To the figures annoyance he could not find what he was looking for. Sighing, he picked up a rock, and checked carefully around himself. Satisfied that no one was watching him he smashed in a window. Making another brief glance towards the tavern he was relieved to see no one had noticed the disturbance. He clambered inside, moving fast upstairs. The figure cursed. This was not the house he was looking for. Groaning lightly he climbed back out and started with the other houses.

By the time he reached the fourth house he was beginning to get worried, his breathing becoming more frantic. If this was not the house he would have to turn back. The figure swallowed and caved in the glass panel. As he jumped through the window he heard a gasp.

In front of him was Z'raeth, holding her child in her arms. The figure cursed. He had not been expecting the mother to be home. She started backing away, trying to move upstairs. The figure lunged towards the two, making a grab for the child.

Z'raeth shreiked, and attempted to to push the figure back. It was no good. The figure was far stronger than her, and easily wrestled the child out of her hands. As soon as he had the child, the figure made a dash towards to window. Like any mother, Z'raeth was not prepared to let her child be taken with out a fight. As the figure was climbing the ledge she attempted to pull him back, grabbing at his cloak. The figure turned back and aimed a kick at her stomach. As she fell back the part of the cloak she was holding was ripped from the figure. The tear in the cloak revealed the grey skin of a dark elf, and a long, horizontal scar across his stomach, leading all the way to his back.

The Dark elf watched as Z'raeth fell back, and happy that she would not follow him, threw a note back into the house before making his way back out of the house.

"Alakagh. Your baby will not be harmed as long as you keep your word. I will be sending further instructions soon.

-S "

With the baby now under his cloak the elf moved out of the window before making towards to gate. Passing silently through the citizens gate he turned back towards the city. The tavern patrons could still be heard slurring elvish songs and slamming glasses together. The elf started towards the docks, his boots muddying in the damp ground.

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Added in the encounter with Z'raeth.

[Lark 2227]

Sarre grumbles in his cave, weaving himself a robe from spider silk as he feels a disturbance in the world. "I'm going to get shot at again. I just know it." He sighs. "Here we go again."

[HardstyleRaver2 56]

A cry of feral-like rage could be heard from Alakagh's house.

 

((Btw, Kelagh's 5 years old now. Also, I'll be taking a trip for almost a week, starting tomorrow))

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.