So I'm chasing after a big Nord Knight who was once working for the Imperials but then joined the Fighter's Guild and was sent to kill my lover Red and is now a stinking werewolf.
Belwin, how in all of Nirn do you get yourself into these things?
I am thinking I just got it bad for Nords. I mean, look at em, they are big and muscular and stupid, what is there not to be liking? Except Red was not stupid, and neither is Krist. I was first wanting to get Krist back for killing Red, even though it was a fair fight. I would like to say I wont because Red would roll over in his grave, if the pack of scoundrels we were with bothered to bury him. Red had as much honor as Krist, in his own way. It was a fair fight, and Red would haunt me for killing the man who killed him, when it was a fair fight. Krist didn't just kill him either. Red was wanted, and I guess for good reasons at that. I wont get into that right now.

Maybe I am just trying to convince myself that it is okay to like Krist. He is not what I was expecting at all from those snooty uppity knight types. He treats folks proper whether they are poor or rich. He don't abide criminals much so I never tell him what I was before. He has no idea I was Sweet Honey, lover of the bandit Red. He don't know the gang sold me as a slave after Red died. He only knows he got me out of a slave cart and I don't like talking about how I got there. He don't question me either on it, he is too nice to do that. I don't see me offering nothing more either any time soon. That was Sweet Honey, I am Belwin again, like my family named me.

We are in Skyrim, and it is pure Skyrim cold. That's what we use to call a cold snap back home, but we sure did not know what cold really was when we said it. Falkreath is a little nothing town with little to nothing to do in it. Krist says we will hold up here a bit. I guess we need the rest. I found us a bit of work too. It's a bit strange that I will be working with a knight of the Fighter's Guild and not running from him. Krist don't have his big Empire armor no more, but he says it is fine, he aint worrying over it none. I seen him when he fought Red, who was the best fighter I had seen. I think Krist will be fine too. Me, I use my bow, and keep my short swords for close up if I must. Or long daggers, not sure which they are, but it don't matter none.

"Is that your boy?" the stocky Nord asked, stopping Krist and Belwin from passing. It was an odd question from a stranger.
Krist had seen them up ahead on the road south of Falkreath, they were not even being very sneaky about it. They did not have to, they could have either run them down because Krist was pulling the cart of "goods", or Krist would have abandoned the cart. Either way they would have retrieved what they wanted.
Krist looked the Nord over, who was carrying a large axe over his shoulder. He was sneering through an unkempt beard.
"I'm not a boy," Belwin said, but this only brought laughs from the group. The rest were younger than the leader, all Nord except one Dunmer. The Dunmer did not laugh, instead he watched Krist and Belwin quite closely.
Krist realized this man would probably be the most dangerous, next to their leader.
"Well, it's going to cost you good folks, carrying goods down our road," the leader said.
"Free road, what if we aint paying," Belwin asked, bringing another chuckle from the group.
"What's the cost," Krist asked, hand now on the short sword beneath his fur cloak. He and Belwin were bundled for the cold, but it also concealed the weapons and armor beneath the fur cloaks they wore.
The Nord grinned now, showing some missing teeth, the rest were rotten enough to be falling out soon. Krist placed him at about 50 winters, and a bit heavy in the middle, though it was hard to say for sure under his furs.
"It just costs you your goods, that's all," the man said, spitting as he pulled his heavy axe from his back.
"Why would I pay you all of my goods if I am using this here road to transport my goods," Krist asked, still not pulling his own weapon.
"Cause then it would cost you your life," he replied. "Up to you though, makes me no difference."

While Krist was talking to the apparent leader, Belwin slowly reached under the pelts that were stacked in the cart, and moved her bow and quiver to the edge of it. She then reached under until she felt Krist's shield, pulling it closer to her as well, but not taking her hand off of it. She glanced up to the sun, marking it's position. It was high in the sky so she would not have to worry about glare.

"I'm not paying a gold piece to you," Krist said, pulling his short sword, shrugging the heavy fur cloak from his shoulders, revealing the breast plate and leather armor he wore.
"Well, aint that a shame," the Nord said, hefting his axe for a swing. The others began to pull their own weapons, as the Dunmer stepped back and began to chant.
Belwin tossed the shield to Krist, who caught it in his left hand. He would not have time to strap it, but that really did not matter to him much. He carried a shield this way in battle many times as a soldier.
Belwin grabbed her bow and quiver, then sprinted back up the road the way they had come from. Two of the bandits began to chase, but their leader called them back, apparently not considering Belwin a threat.

The bandit leader was a few inches shorter than Krist, but clearly could be his match in strength. He swung the heavy headed axe with ease, at first in an attempt to break Krist's shield. Krist understood this and instead only gave the axe head angles to land and then skip off of his targe. The bandit leader also recognized what Krist was doing, and would back up each time, not allowing Krist to step within his guard. It became much more difficult for Krist as two other bandits began to flank their leader, a tactic they apparently were well use to using. Krist simply gave the swordsmen angles on his metal breast plate, causing their attacks to be deflected as well.

The Dunmer cast some kind of spell that Krist did not recognize. He pulled his targe shield up, in an attempt to block whatever the dark elf was throwing at him. Nothing struck and Krist went back to defending against the other three. He blocked an attack from one of the bandits flanking the leader, and drove his sword into their chest. He quickly retreated around the cart to reset his defense, just dodging a swing from the leaders axe. It was then that he began to feel the effects of whatever spell the Dunmer cast. His body began to tingle, and he was losing strength.

Belwin saw the spell that went off from the Dunmer, and saw Krist strike a killing blow on one of the bandits. The Nord fell grasping his chest, cursing Krist for the few moments left of his life. She had already killed one with an arrow, and it did not appear any of the others noticed him drop. She notched another arrow, aimed carefully at the Dunmer, then loosed it for another kill.

Fedave was casting another spell, this one would set the big Nord on fire, when he saw the Bosmer moving down the road. He stopped his spell and looked about. Hrag was dead, an arrow sticking out of his chest. With Gunther dying from a gaping wound to his chest, that left only three of them, with the Bosmer loosing another arrow. He did not have to worry about the others, it was aimed specifically at him. Fedave spun away from it, the arrow notching in his cloak, something the cloak was spelled to do. He would have to kill the Bosmer. Hodlin, who was pretty good with an axe, and Kjelhe, who was fair with his sword, would have to tend to the Nord warrior. He already cursed the man, bringing him to a weakened state. Surely the two could manage to kill him.

Krist sucked in air, he felt as if he had been fighting for some time now, due to whatever spell the Dunmer cast on him. He calmed himself as he deflected a slice from the bandits sword with his own sword. He drove his targe into the man's chest, pushing him back into the other, then created some distance again, looking for the Dunmer mage. He did not want to suffer more magic. That was almost a mistake as the leader drove the pointed center of the head of his axe at Krist's chest. The puncture may not have killed him, but it would have been enough for the Nord bandit to finish him off with the blade of his axe. Krist dodged it, and got a meaty shoulder into his gut for the effort. This brought him down, but he purposefully tangled his feet in the lead bandits feet, causing his adversary to also hit the ground with a grunt.

Belwin saw Krist fall, but it could not be helped at this time. She was flinging arrow after arrow at the Dunmer, even as she was closing distance. She only had so many arrows, and she felt as she would never hit him. Something about him was strange, as if every arrow she shot either missed altogether or grazed the strange cloak he was wearing. To make matters worse he was throwing fire at her, almost hitting her several times. This caused her to have to zig zag her approach, but keep pressure on him all the same. Another flame shot barely missed, and she could feel her skin was singed from it. Belwin was close enough now that she dropped her bow and pulled her long daggers. The Dunmer was casting at the ground now, and Belwin was not sure what to expect.

Krist rolled away from a stabbing attack from the Nord with the sword. Though he was fatigued, it did not effect him as much as one may think. He was trained to fight tired, and the bandit was not as good with a sword as Krist. His blow actually pushed the blade into the ground. Krist kicked the man in the elbow, hearing something snap. The bandit let out a yelp, and backed away, falling down to his buttocks.
Their leader was up, though he was rising slow. Apparently when he fell the blade of his axe had cut into his right shoulder. This was nothing but luck for Krist, as he had no way of planning that. The leader appeared to be trying to walk it off some, before grabbing his axe back up from the ground with his left hand, anger obviously on his scarred dirty face.
Krist also rose, trying not to show that he was feeling weak. He could hear the clinging of metal and knew Belwin was fighting the mage now.
Krist saw the other bandit was not making any moves to help, instead, giving into the pain in his arm, moaning every now again.

Belwin saw the flames licking up from the ground just before she leaped. She was not sure what to expect, but since he was aiming at the ground she decided to leap. It was a good call, as she scored a slice into the mages soft leather. She was singed a bit more, but nothing that would not heal, nor slow her down. She landed with a roll, and came up in just enough time to dodge a dagger slice from the Dunmer. She rolled back and created distance, but that appeared to be exactly what the Dunmer wanted, as he began casting another spell.

Hodlin hefted his axe, offering a look of anger at Krist. He looked about and saw that it was only him and the mage left standing, and the mage was quite busy with the Bosmer. He was trying not to limp, as the warrior had twisted his knee when he tripped him and caused him to fall on the head of his axe. He sustained an injury to his right shoulder as well, but it was not deep. The knee was actually worse.

"Who are you," Hodlin asked of Krist, but looking to his fellow bandit that was still alive nursing an arm injury. This angered Hodlin, that the man would just sit there in defeat.
"Sir Krist Lindor, knight of the Fighter's Guild," Krist said, a look of resolve on his face.
Hodlin expected the man should be more fatigued, as he recognized the curse that Fedave had cast on him.
"Shouldn't you be chasing daedra and undead," Hodlin asked, but he was not really in the mood for talk, he was more worried about catching his own breath and walking the pain out of his knee.
"I have, but now I am here for you," Krist said. It did not bother him if the man thought he was wanted by the guild, it could cause him to give up, however unlikely that was.
"Well enough," Hodlin said, closing the distance with a speed that Krist did not expect.
Krist barely deflected a blow, one that was not really intended to kill but to stun. He kicked at the bad knee of the bandit this time, but Hodlin dodged around Krist, and backed away. His teeth were clenched either in anger or pain, Krist could not tell. He could not tell until Hodlin raised his axe and sunk into his fellow bandit that was still nursing his arm. The bandit screamed as the axe head buried deep into his shoulder, cleaving near to the middle of his chest. He gurgled a moment, a look of surprise on his face, then fell over dead as Hodlin removed his axe. The bandit leader spit on him in disgust.
"I wont bury you, knight, nor will I be burning you. I wont leave your corpse to be eaten by buzzards nor wolves either. I will drag you into a cave where you will rot until a necromancer, or something worse, comes by, and defiles your corpse. I hear they are heading this way, you will make a good soldier for them," Hodlin said.
"That won't happen. YOU are going to die. I will bring YOUR body to Falthreath, where they will bury you proper for a bandit. You will never rise again, but you will be judged by the eight," Krist countered, bringing a sneer from the bandit leader.
"To Oblivion with the bloody eight, and to Oblivion with you," Hodlin said, and once again attacked.

Fedave was having nothing but trouble with the Bosmer, as she sliced and stabbed with her two daggers. He was barely able to keep her off. He could hit her with a quick spell time to time, meant to knock her back. The ones that struck did knock her back, yet she was so fast she would simply close the distance again. He was losing the fight now, and unable to create distance. Thoughts of what to do were running through his mind as he felt the slice. While he was dodging one dagger to his heart she cut the other across his thigh.
Fedave was out of magic, and his single dagger would not be saving him. He quickly turn about, bending a knee and tossing the weapon.
"I yield," he called, just before he felt the cold blade across his throat. Blood started to gush into his mouth as he instinctively grasped for the wound. He tried to cough the blood up, so he could take a breath, but it was no use. He crawled away from the Bosmer, his mind still wondering how he could survive this. He could not believe this was happening, and it was in this unbelief that everything went dark.

Belwin looked over as Krist was wiping his sword on the dead bandit leader. She then scanned all about for any others, but there were none. It was over.