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Region: The Empire of Tamriel

The Empire of Tamriel: End Of The Chase 9th First Seed, 4E 203

Startled out of his sleep Madai wakes up laying on the ground in the brightness of the sun to the trickling of melting water. Nearby him lays the skeletal remains of his horse, which, having no other food, he devoured the night before when he transformed into a werewolf before falling asleep exhausted from days on no sleep on the run. Madai lifts himself up alert at the sound of the cracking of the bones of the horse and sees a pack of wolves picking at the carcass.

It appears the wolves either do not notice him or simply do not care perceiving in him some wolf traits due to him being a werewolf. Madai relaxes and lays back down and watches the wolves and smiles a bit. As he picks out the alpha wolf suddenly several arrows fly in and kill the pack, save for one lone cubs that runs off. Madai jumps to his feet and readies his axe. Several more arrows fly at him, he deflects a number with his axe, but two still strike him in the meat of his arms. Madai charges forward toward the direction of the arrows shouting when suddenly several men dressed in town guard armor rush out upon him with weapons ready to meet him.

"Oi we just got us a wanted fugitive here men!" A guard speaks up.

"Aye I am certain he is Madai Thundermoon, looks just like the wanted posters that arrived in Falkreath just yesterday." The larger captain of the guard raises his shield and steps forward. "Okay you just surrender now and we won't have to hurt you."

"What business do you have with me? Get out of my way and I won't have to kill you." Madai barks back and readies his axe.

"Archers, ready!" The guard captain shouts and about six archers all with arrows drawn and aimed step out of their hiding spots. "He can't take us all."

"What am I wanted for?" Madai looks about like a wild animal caught in a trap.

"For murder of a high priestess of Kynareth, a Dunmer, and several Companions. Multiple counts of assault on other people. For daedric worship. For being a werewolf. And....." The guard captain looks over at the horse carcass, "horse thievery."

"I didn't murder any Companions, I am one myself!" Madai growls angrily. "And I am no horse thief, there is a massive squadron of bandits about to descend on this area, I merely borrowed one of their horses."

"I'll tell you what come with us peacefully and we'll drop the horse thievery charge, you can argue your case before the courts like all the other criminals." The guard captain laughs.

"Try my steel!" Madai cries and dashes forward swinging his axe at the guard captain.

The guard captain raises his iron shield in time to deflect the blow, but the strong slash is so furious it dents the shield and staggers the stunned captain. The archers unloose their arrows into Madai stopping his assault and wounding him sorely. Rushing to the aid of their boss the other guards armed with various melee weapons subdue Madai. Two guards drag the captured Madai back to Falkreath.

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"I saw him go down the bend ere. Come on!" the bandit chieftain from Helgen shouts.

The hill is swarming with like forty bandits whom have been pursuing Trollz all day and night. Trollz runs on ahead, trying to stay ahead of the bandits, and to stay on Madai's trail. Sniffing out the scent of the horse he left on Trollz comes to the remains of the horse and the bodies of several wolves with arrows sticking out of them. Looking about at the confused scene Trollz hears the bandit chieftain's shout and looks up to see the mass of bandits coming down a hill towards him and scuttles away.

As the frontlines of the bandits reach the horse carcass where the frost troll was just standing suddenly arrows issue out of the brush on either side of the clearing dropping a few of the lesser bandits by surprise. At once the Falkreath guards rush out from one flanks and engage the bandit leader. From their cover the archer fire more volleys into the mass of bandits killing some and wounding others. The captain of the guard with a handful of men come up from the other flank slashing two bandits down as they join the fray.

A guard is slain in the midst of the fighting but the bandits are being chopped down left and right with only twenty of them remaining. Squaring up the two bosses decide to fight eachother one on one. Going toe to toe fairly for a few moments, the bandit chieftain begins to gain the upper edge keeping the guard captain constantly on the defensive behind his dented iron shield with blow after blow.

Seeing the guard captain was in a bind Trollz runs headlong into the fight and tackles the bandit leader, knocking his weapons out of his hands. Seeing the return of Trollz and the guards subduing their leader, the rest of the bandits turn and flee running back to Helgen. The guards keep their weapons raised suspiciously at Trollz. They are somewhat bewildered to see a frost troll this far south, and seemingly just helping them.

"F-friendz?" Trollz stammers and the guard captain actually drops his sword in surprise.

"My Talos, a troll that can speak!" The guard captain says.

"Aye, there was something about a frost troll in that wanted poster of that fellow we ran into earlier." Another guard speaks up.

"Hmm, and he was right about the bandits coming this far away from Helgen too." The guard captain purses his lips thinking seriously before turning to Trollz and talking in a light voice as if to a pet. "Friend. You be nice to us?"

"Y-yes. Nice to you! Trollz nice to you!" Trollz responds happily and approaches the captain and licks his face and runs around him merrily.

"Okay...Trollz is it? Trollz, you follow me." the guard captain instructs Trollz slowly to follow him and the guards and Trollz set off for Falkreath.

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