Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-25020300-20140708011417

(jumping ahead to now, just assume my character did everything he could to protect Markarth but slipped away in the confusion)

Anilik was now high in the mountains of Haafingar, contemplating his defeat. He had never had to face down defeat since his ewarly childhood, the last mistake he had made had been when he was a child forging daggers and he hammered it too long. Never before had he been so humilieated, so now he plotted on how he could turn this defeat to his advantage.

He had been thinking for quite some time when he saw he was being approched by a group of men. Against his best instincts, he did not attack them, but instead waited for them to come.

"Alright, hand over any valubles you have, and make it quick or i'll gut you like the dirty elf you are!"

"Hmm, which one of you is the leader?"

Despite most of the bandits ignored the question, the apparent leader foolishly stood forward, "That would be me, not stop lollygaging and give us your valubles!"

Anilik pulled out his sword and lopped off his head. Another one came at him, who he promptly stabbed in the heart, but instead of killing the rest, he grabbed a female Redguard and put his sword to her neck. The other bandits were ready to attack anyways, but one yelled out to him, "Stop! Please, don't hurt her, don't hurt my wife!"

Anilik looked them all over, and finally smiled and let her go. "You will answer to me now. Take me to your base."