Riverwood
Lyliana
He came for her again. He always did. Sometimes twice a night. Still, she fought him. She always did. And he would always repay her for it. The left side of her face was swollen and bruised. The right side was little better and not as swollen. Her left eye was swollen closed. So only one green eye poked out from under the blonde hair which had fallen over her face. He chuckled as she stood up to fight him back.
"I'm surprised you can still stand." Honestly, she was too. He was never gentle. Always rough. One night he had knocked her unconscious and then proceeded to take her. She knew because she had woken up to the pain and the blood pooled between her legs. "Looks like I've been to gentle with you then."
She slowly backed into the far corner of the room, putting as much distance between them as possible. Her hands curled into fists, waiting to strike.
"Come on girl, might as well as lay down and take it. Maybe you'll enjoy it some." Laughing at his own joke he slowly, but confidently, walked towards her. "But then again, I do love a good fight."
Once he was within arms length, her left hand struck out towards his face. Only to be caught by his hand, which he then used to pull her body towards him and lick at her neck while his left arm snaked it's way around her waist to hold her flat against him.
Her right arm had gotten pinned between their bodies. The only other thing she could think of was worth a shot. So, she reared her head back and brought it straight into his nose. She heard a satisfying crunch while her own senses dulled from the pain of the hit. A menacing growl was all she heard before something collided with the side of her head. Knocking her unconscious and leaving her body slumped In his arms.
She was in and out of it for most of the time he was there. One time she came to while he was rutting against her and he must've seen her because she was hit across the face and knocked out yet again. The next time she came to, he was already done and rearranging his clothes. Then, the door opened and someone called him out, which he then left, slamming the door behind him. Once again leaving her in darkness.
Torgrynn
He's not gonna' be happy this.
When he finally approached the door, he hesitated for a moment. I could just leave too. Say I left with them but then head out on my own. Quickly shaking that thought from his head he turned back to the door. Slowly he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
No response.
That means he's not finished. Oh man he's gonna' kill me.
Running a hand through his long blonde hair, he gave a shaky sigh and knocked again. Still no response came back. Raising his hand to knock once more, the door abruptly swung open leaving him face-to-face with the Orc.
"There better be a good reason that you felt the need to interrupt me."
"There was sir."
"Well...get on with it!"
Steadying himself, Torgrynn took a deep breath. "Bryckon and his lil' group took half of the supplies and left."
The Orc's face slowly changed from a scowl into a shallow grin which sent Torgrynn's nerves shivering up and down his spine.
"Good."
"Good?"
"Yes good," the Orc said stepping out from the room and into the hall.
"Uhmm...excuse me sir but how is that any good for us?"
The Orc walked by him not even glancing back. "Because I always liked a good hunt." Then he stopped at the end of the hallway and turned around. "I want her bound, gagged and ready to move because she comes with us."
"Yes sir!"
The Orc opened the door and left the hallway, not before letting a deep chuckle escape him. Which left Torgrynn to handle the lady. I always liked pretty ladies.
"Want me to move her?"
Torgrynn turned back to see another prisoner standing by the door to her room. When did he get there?
"I mean you can get her if you want but I'm sure you got more important stuff to handle."
Not really. Well, at least it won't be my fault if anything happens to her. "If anything happens to her it's your ass."
"Got it."
Torgrynn turned around to leave, turning back after a few steps. "And oh, I almost forgot, don't touch her."
Seeing the shaky nod the Imperial gave back to him filled him with some satisfaction. If they're scared of you, they won't betray you.
Tiberius
After the Nord turned and left the hallway, he slowly turned back to the door. Walking up to it and gripping the handle with his right hand. Only, when he went to open it, he found that he couldn't. He froze up, thinking about how much she would hate him if she saw him now. After I failed her. But he couldn't just leave her here. So, he he gripped the handle harder and ripped the door open a little more forcefully than he wanted to. Making a loud screeching sound as the door's hinges speaking against each other. But nothing could drown out the sounds he heard.
She was sobbing into her arms. Her body curled into a ball in the corner of the room. Instantly, his entire being shattered. He ran to her, only stopping to crouch down right in front of her.
"Lyliana."
She tensed up as she heard him. Her sobbing stopping only to leave behind a quietness that was threatening to overtake the both of them. But slowly, slowly, she lifted her head too look at him. Once her green eye made contact with his blue ones, another sob escaped her throat before she threw herself into his arms.
"Tiberius!"
He scooped her up into his arms, her small form being engulfed by his larger one. Her face burying itself into his shoulder while her left arm wrapped around. Her right went straight to the front of his thin, prisoner, shirt. Where she could feel the necklace and the ring that hung on his neck.
"He took it." She said in a small voice.
"Took what sweetheart?"
"My ring."
"It's okay, we'll get you another one once we get back to Cyrodiil."
She lifted her head up to make eye contact with him. "We're going home?"
"Yes love, of course we are."
Hryckon
"Well Hryckon, welcome to Riverwood. The best lil' village in all of Skyrim. Maybe even Tamriel itself!"
Hryckon turned from Ralof to look at the small village before him. It was nice. I guess. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned back to Ralof.
"My sister and her husband run the lumber mill here. She should be over here somewhere. She'll help us on our adventure and get us started on our trip Windhelm."
"Windhelm?"
"Yup, Windhelm. That's where we'll meet High King Ulfric if he made it out of Helgen alive."
"He's not High King yet Ralof."
Ralof turned to Hadvar with a wide grin on his face. "Oh but he will be. We both know the Stormcloaks are winning this war."
"You Stormcloaks couldn't win a fight if the whole of the Imperial army used wooden swords."
"You know Hadvar, denial doesn't look good on you."
"Whatever, I'm going to talk to Alvor."
"Tell your uncle that I said hi."
"He's never liked you."
"I know."
"C'mon Jason."
The Imperial begins to move forward with Hadvar when Hrokan grabs him by the arm. "No no no, not you Imperial."
Hadvar looks at Ralof, "He's an Imperial soldier. He's coming with me."
"Let 'em go Hrokan."
And Hrokan does. Only, right after Hrokan spits onto the Imperials face. Then Hryckon hears Ralof mutter, "shit", from beside him. Hryckon focuses back onto them just in time to see the Imperial's fist make contact with Hrokan's stomach, causing him to keel over. Only to be met by a knee to the face, bringing the Nord back up to a slouching position where we is met once again with a punch to the face, causing the Nord to fall to the ground. The other Stormcloaks rush to their friend while a few turn on Jason, swords drawn.
"Hold."
Ralof's voice cuts through the scene, and the crowd forming in front of Riverwood.
"Hrokan clearly deserved that, now pick him off the floor and take him to Gerdur's house. I'm going to check and see if she's at the mill." With that, they pick up the fallen Nord and drag him through the gate and around a building to the right. While Ralof walks through the gate with Hadvar at his side. "Well Hadvar, if you have more people like him on your side, you guys might stand a chance."
Hadvar just shakes his head and continues walking toward a house with a forge outside it, Jason following close behind.
"Well Hryckon, let's go meet my sister. It's been awhile since I last saw her. Hopefully she didn't go all soft on me."
And the only thing Hryckon can do is follow him, across a little wooden bridge and to the other side of the mill.
"Gerdur! Is that you!"