Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140925102931/@comment-24696651-20141003215505

Nande swore. He'd put himself in a position where he had to kill Naarfim, but, his judgement no longer clouded with anger, he didn't think it was the right move. If he killed Naarfim, he essentially signed his own death warrant. He stood pondering for nearly an hour, but he realised it would be dawn soon. If he didn't do it now, he'd have to wait until tomorrow, and the guards might come for him. It was a good thing that Arraneyn's blood has ruined her letter - he'd forgotten to take it. He entered the fort through a sally port, being careful to avoid the guards. They rarely came down this level, but there was the occasional one checking the Repository, where he was headed. He drew his sword; bows weren't much use in closequarter combat. Casting Shadow again, he reached for the handle, and nearly yelled when someone on the other side grabbed it. He stepped back. He thought about killing them, but before he'd decided, the moment had passed. Besides, it'd have aroused suspicion if he didn't return from the sweep on time. He opened the door, and stepped in. He reckoned he had ten minutes to accomplish his task.

He checked the library for valuable designs and artifacts. He couldn't take much with him, but he could take a few things. He found the section on Dwarves, and took the collection of designs. This could advance technology by centuries. He retraced his steps, and went into the armoury section, taking various fragments of unique Dwemer artifacts. He was about to get some Dwarven oil when he spotted something. It was some sort of crossbow, powered by a soul gem and steam. He checked it, and realised with a shock that it had some sort of spyglass attached. He examined it more, and noticed that it was driven by a crank. He supposed it must give it increased range. He took it. It wouldn't be much use close up, but it would be very useful for sniping, and he knew someone who'd love to see it. Someone he'd met working in Skyrim.

He then grabbed several jugs of oil. Around twelve gallons, as well as whatever other flammable substances (like the wines) were in the castle. He got firepots, and with the oil it would create a blazing inferno. But did he dare to destroy countless valuable, some irreplaceable, artifacts, books, and the like? He still had the firepots in his hand while he wondered. That was dangerous. He set them across the door, so the next time a guard came in, it'd explode. Hopefully, by the time a guard came he'd be well away. As it happened, the guard came in just as he was laying the trap.