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The sounds of lighting, steel, and terror filled the inn. The locals moved quickly and in shock as they looked for places to hide and flee from the chaos that has taken center stage. Vistha, alongside his fellow Argonian guild master, charged into the fight to engage the hostiles and aid the Dunmer who had already confronted one of the hostile thugs that have invaded the inn.

Vistha, without a single weapon on him, noticed an imperial wielding a two-handed farmers scythe and threatening the townsfolk to run. Surely these thugs where poorly equipped, possibly just poor individuals who think that killing us would change the course of their pitiful lives into something more. For a moment Vistha felt sorry for them, but they chose their own destiny when the accepted this job. The imperial noticed me sprinting to his position and, wildly and with focus, took a swing at Vistha, but he evaded it by sidestepping the clumsy attack. To counter the imperial, Vistha grabbed the end of the scythe and pulled the weapon free from the imperial's grasp by kicking him in the chest and forcing the imperial to lose his grip on the scythe.

Before the imperial could regain his footing, Vistha had already taken a fighting stance with the scythe. The imperial looked at Vistha in fear for the moment, most likely for the image that Vistha knew matched that of the grim reaper, a dark robbed death dealer with the the grim destiny of death as a weapon, which was usually represented as a scythe. Taking advantage of the imperial's fear, Vistha swung the scythe sideways as to cut at the imperial's fur armored chest. However, the imperial had already drawn a dagger from his belt holster and reacted to the swing with impressive speed by rolling under the attack. Once the roll ended, he quickly regained his footing and sprinted toward Vistha with the sharp dagger. Instead of dodging the assault, Vistha continued his sideways swing and, with great speed, spun around to confront the imperial by surprise. Luckily, the imperial was too close to react and was horribly decapitated. The head fell to the ground as the blood erupted from the new corpse that was once an imperial thug.

Vistha regained his composure quickly, if only a little shell-shocked at the headless body that was once a living imperial. He would not, however, dwell on the imperial's death when his guild master was still in the fight. Turned to aid he's comrades, Vistha was surprised and a bit delighted to see that they had the situation under control. A Nord, the only still breathing of the thugs, stood in defiance of the two armed individuals before him. Vistha moved quickly to stand side-by-side with his comrades, hoping to threaten the Nord to see reason and to stand down, but before he could speak, the guild master shot forth a fire spell at the thug's armored chest, causing the Nord to loss his footing and collapse onto the ground. He was in great pain, suffering from the fire spell's burning efficiency, but Vistha was more worried about he's argonian comrade. Vistha, as a sign of reassurance, put a hand on the other argonian's shoulder. "I know what it's like, to go into a bloody rage after the shock of battle. But don't let that rage consume you and cload reality! We need that Nord, alive to find out why these fools have attacked us." Turning to the Dunmer, Vistha asked, "Do you have something to help with the Nord's bleeding? We don't want him bleeding out before we can question him."

The other argonian came to his senses and, alongside the Dunmer, healed the Nord just enough to prevent him from bleeding out. Vistha took a step back as they did this, soon followed by the argonian guild master. The Dunmer, on the other hand, put a sword to the Nord's neck and began to question him. While they did this, Vistha quietly asked the argonian a question. "How are you holding up?"

"They are hired men of Thane Soldin," the argonian said, "one of the main enemies of the Pact. We haven't received much information, but we've heard that the man is an anarchist. He'd rather let Skyrim fall to pieces than to join forces as part of the pact"

"Sounds like a dangerous man," said the Dunmer, "those who wish anarchy are often the most dangerous, as they have nothing really to lose if they fail. What should we do with his minion here then? Turn him in to the guards?"

Vistha nodded in agreement with the Dunmer as he tossed the farming scythe to the ground since he did not wish to carry it around. "Turning him in would be best. The town can hold him in a cell, and maybe get some more answers out of him later. Besides," Vistha said with a hint of humor, "I think the locals want to have a word with the Nord that led the raid against such a fine inn as this one."

As they moved into the forest outside the town, the Dunmer looked back to call for a halt his two companions. "Well that was interesting. I am Drayle by the way, House Telvanni."

Vistha was suprised by the Dunmer, for he did not expect to ever meet a Dunmer noblemen way out here in the Black Marshes. "It is good to meet you, Drayle. I am Vistha-Kai, last survivor of the Dark Rangers and a new initiate of the Striders. I must say that I did not expect you to be a Dunmer noblemen, and a noble of House Telvanni at that. It is truly an honor. They have aided me and the Dark Rangers before that guild dissolved. A pity they did not join the Ebonheart Pact. We could have used their support in these dark times." Vistha turned to the guild master. "And what about you, my mysterious guild master. I've had no information about you short of the fact that you are an argonian that stands out in a crowd."

The guild master must have taken offence at argonian's words, and instead proceeded to greet the Dunmer, much to Vistha's amusement. "Well met, Drayle. I am Itan, and I was sent by the pact in their goal for peace in our times. I am to lead a Guild to combat threats to the pact's survival, and carry out it's ways."

"A guild you say, I heard whispers of such things before the fighting broke out. I may be Telvanni by blood, but I believe the pact and the Tribunal will be our guiding light in these times of darkness." When Itan asked what brought the Dunmer to these parts of Tamriel, Drayle shrugged, "I am a wanderer looking for a cause I suppose. The state of Argonia has been going through some tough times in the last few years, I figured it would be a good place to help."

Suddenly, an unknown argonian dropped onto the path in front of the Vistha and his companions, drawing three arrows on his bow from the quiver that hanged on his back and aimed for each of their hearts. "Striders?" the argonian said in what sounded as a poor attempt to intimidate us. This suprise was followed by another, as a unknown Dunmer moved into position behind argionian. The dark elf drew his sword and emerged from the shadows. Before the new argioian could react, the Dunmer placed his blade up to his throat. "Not so fast there Scales, why don't you put down that bow before someone gets hurt? and by someone a mean you." The stranger addressed the other three while keeping his eye's firmly on the argionain. "Would you fellows like me to bring you over his head or would you prefer to deal with him yourself? oh and by the way, I take my rewards in gold or gems."

Vistha was amused by this random event and began to clap his hand slowly while chuckling at the performance. Vistha turned to face the Dunmer. "Bravo, my dear boy! I must say that this was an amusing attempt to rob us. However, I'm sorry to say that it was also a poor attempt. That argonian was hardly threatening, you were too quick to "save" us to simulate a realistic rescue, and you chose to pick on three skilled fighters that have just mopped the floor with a bunch of armed thugs not so long ago. I would normally tell you to bugger off before you get into any more trouble, but since that argonian fellow knows of the Striders, I must ask how he knows of us and why is it important to him."

Vistha then turned to look the argonian in the eye's. "So, my argonian friend, you have found the Striders. Did you just want to ask and leave us be, or is there a more important reason for you asking?"

Noticing that the Dunmer still had a blade to the argonian, Vistha waved him down. "You should put that away before you hurt someone, and we don't want that now do we?"