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Martox sat, hunched over with his eyelids shut. Drops of rain started to pelt the back of his head and neck, and he slowly came back from unconsciousness. At first, everything appeared blurry, he couldn't make out the simplest letter of any type of text, had you asked him to. What's going on? Where am I? All he could feel was rain hitting his back, soaking his clothes and his hair. Soon, his vision returned to him and the first thing he saw were the bindings on his hands, then he saw the cart, the horses, and finally the soldiers and other 'prisoners.' When he more closely examined them though, he saw that their bindings were different then his. His bindings held his hands in a prayer like gesture, while everyone else could easily move their fingers. Smart I suppose. Can't use magicka if your hands are touching each other like this. Not without destroying your flesh at least. He then looked to the sky, the eerily gray and dark sky. Water droplets hit his face and eyes, making him squint. Martox always liked the rain, it made good cover when sneaking up on someone for the kill, or to pickpocket. But this time, Martox glanced at the soldiers again who seemed to be stationed on all sides, it was more ironic then anything. The cover he used so many time to take the life of others, would be used to kill him as well. Cowards. I gave up that fight. They could have taken me easily. They didn't have to knock me out. Finally, Martox's last sense came back to him: taste. What was that that he was tasting? Cotton? Cloth? Probably a mixture of the the two. A gag? Really? A little over the top. It's not like I can shout as the Greybeards do.

Martox cracked his neck, and stared at a Khajiit who sat across from him. Even with it's animal features, Martox could tell he was afraid. The Khajiit stared back a Martox, it's eyes were filled with terror and fear. What was it expecting to see from Martox? Sympathy? Martox stared blankly at the Khajiit, showing no signs of emotion, no fear, not even the slightest bit of worry. From the looks of it though, Martox seemed to be the only one who belonged here. He looked again at the other carts; no one else seemed like they had ever done anything wrong in their lives. Martox was a killer and a thief, and somehow, he always knew it would come down to this. That this would be the way his life would end. Was that why he wasn't afraid? Something in him told him though, that this wasn't it. This wasn't his time. There was more to come, he just had to find the right moment to escape. But when would that come? Things looked bleak, but then it happened, a noise. In the distance. Martox could hear the clips and clops of the horses near him, but there were more. Further away. A rescue team? No one here seems like royalty. Or even part of a bandit squad. I left the Brotherhood quite sometime ago... So it can't be them... Who could this be? As he finished his thought, he got his answer.

Incoming hostiles!

Martox jerked his head in the way he heard the cry. And he saw them, the Thalmor. Not long at all after that, he saw arrows. And, his favorite part, he saw blood. Gruesome scenes of Imperials getting impaled by steel arrows. Martox looked behind him and saw exactly what he wanted to see. Not far away from the trail was forest, If I can get to those trees, getting away will be as easy as- Martox felt the cart start to wobble and move, until he only felt mud and accumulated rain water on his face. He quickly pushed himself to his back and snorted out the mud that plugged up his nostrils; and currently his only way to breath. The cart was on it's side with a crushed Imperial underneath it, now another obstacle to get to the wooded sanctuary that set on the other side, and the horse in the lead was dead, with three arrows in its back leg, and one in the back of its skull. Martox turned his head to see the Khajiit thrashing about on it's back, trying to back on it's feet. Martox also noticed something else though; an arrow headed straight for his chest. Time almost seemed to slow down while Martox used his legs to pull the Khajiit close, and in the direct path of that arrow. The arrow plunged into the Khajiit's eye, and out of the back of it's skull, splattering Martox with brain matter and blood. You or me, my feline friend. Martox used the arrow tip to cut his bindings, freeing his hands, and he ripped out the gag that was in place.

Behind Martox he could hear running movements coming towards him. He quickly gathered his thoughts and, in one fluid motion, turned around while firing an ice spike through the face of an Imperial who was about to come down on him with a battle axe. Martox crouched and made quick steps to the dead Imperial under the cart, and pulled the man's bow and quiver from him, He won't be needing it I suspect. Martox put his back to the cart as arrows whizzed past, and he took a deep breath while readying an arrow. He ran out and jumped over the cart, placing one hand on the edge of it to ensure he made it over without any mistake. As he landed on the other side, a Thalmor spotted him, but before the Thalmor could pull the string on his bow back, Martox already fired his arrow, which landed on his throat, right between his jugular and esophagus and out the back. The Thalmor dropped his bow and fell to his knees while hold his neck. While Martox marveled at his kill, a sharp pain entered his left shoulder. But it subsided quickly with the amount of adrenaline running through his veins, he just turned and shot another arrow at the Imperial who struck him. This time however, Martox didn't take the time to watch and see how his kill was, instead he went on a full sprint the woods.

Martox made it behind a tree. When he looked to his left, a dead Nord man laid there. An arrow in the back of his head. I'll be taking that. Thanks. Martox placed one foot on the back of the mans head and ripped the arrow out, then placed it in the quiver with the others he also put the bow string across his chest and started to walk deeper into the woods. Not long after that, he found a small creek. Whether it was there because of the rain, or it was there before, didn't matter much to Martox. What did matter to him, was the thirst in his throat. There wasn't enough saliva in his mouth for him to spit, that gag soaked up every bit of moisture that was in his mouth it seemed. When Martox reached the stream, he knelt down next to it and started taking scoops of water with his hands and drinking every bit he could get in his mouth. After a few of those gulps, Martox felt he pain in his shoulder come back. So he turned his head to see an arrow sticking out of his back. "Fuck.." Martox mumbled under his breath. How could I have been so careless? Why did I hesitate to watch that Thalmor go down? His hands started to glow red as fire balls formed in them, but he quickly formed fists which snuffed out the flames. He took several deep breathes before he held it, quickly reached back with his right hand, and ripped the arrow out. Blood and flesh came out of the wound, but Martox used flame to quickly solder the wound. a small grunt escaped through Martox's lips. He let out his breath and stayed motionless for a few second before using a heal spell on himself. It wasn't much, but enough. He picked up the arrow that was in him and placed it in his quiver, Every arrow counts. Hell, maybe I'll even be able to use this against the damned Imperial that hit me with it.

Martox perked up his ears; something else was here. He listened closer, Voices...No.. Voice. Sounds like an Argonian. Another survivor? I did see that one on a different cart. Even so, I should approach with caution. Martox went back into the trees and followed the direction of the voice. Quickly, Martox noticed a clearing, and several other people, including the Argonian. They are all wearing prisoner outfits, so that must mean they were on there too. They do look familiar I suppose. Martox watched for a little bit longer, before coming out of the tree line. "Keep your voice down Argonian, I could hear you from up the creek." Martox said in a monotone, hushed, voice while staring directly at the Argonian. I have a feeling, we're going to be very close friends for at least a couple of hours.

Great.

Sorry I haven't been able to post yet. It's been a very busy day, with almost no time at the computer(at least, for recreational usage). I'm going to start working on my post now, but I don't know if I'll finish. I'm gonna do my best though. I have Drill this weekend, so I'm not sure how much I'll be able to get on, even more unsure is going to my capabilities to post. I have online quizzes and other things for school. But, after I post tonight, I promise I'll definitely be able to post on Monday. This weekend is just going to be a little rough, just inconvenient timing I suppose haha.

EDIT: Just did my post. Hope it meets expectations. -nervous laugh- This is my first IC post in about 2 years.

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