MadHatter
Guy with a cool hat.
A night in her shoes
A story of Revenge by MadHatter
Chapter I
The cold wind blew across the Jerral Mountains, sending little specks of frost across a middle-aged Nord woman's face as she stood on the porch, watching as her husband walked up the steps of their impressive homestead. "Illia, my love. I bring dinner!" He grinned wide as he held up a handful of rabbits by their ears in his massive fists. "Come, husband. Give me the rabbits. You should go tidy yourself up and prepare for dinner. Make sure you round up the boys as well." She took the bloodied rabbits in both hands before planting a gentle kiss on her husband's snow covered and heavily bearded lips. "I'll meet you at the dinner table, love"
Later that evening, Illia sat at the dinner table, surrounded by her family. She looked around and smiled, taking in every face that lined the table. Hearty nords, every last one of them. From her father Herd White-Blade, the patron of Clan White-Blade to her kid brother Svir and his wife Shila along with the twin girls that they brought into this world together. She offered a nod to her brother when he noticed her looking at him. It was with him that the future of Clan White-Blade sat. He was heir to the White Blade, as was customary. She then glanced at her husband, Marki White-Blade. He was an impressive man, built like a stone wall and covered in masses of hair. He was a Nord's Nord, brought into her family through shared battles by her father's side and eventually married Illia and giving her 3 beautiful little boys, Hod, Sigmund and Froyd.
Herd White-Blade then stood up at the head of the table, placing his hands on that hard oak surface and smiling at his Clan. "Kin" He stated, pausing slightly. "It's dinner time. Thank Talos for that." A hearty roar of laughter echoed through the dinner hall at that. "As is customary, the provider, in this case my strong and ever resourceful son-in-law, Marki.. Shall lead us in prayer." He made a gesture before sitting down and holding his hands out as everyone joined hands and Marki led them in prayer. "Talos, God and King. Thanks you for blessing our Clan with this boon. Thank you for...." The prayer was cut short as the great door to White-Blade Hall flew open, glass shattering and wood sent flying in explosive and firey splinters.
"In the name of the Aldmeri Dominion and the White-Gold Concordant, you have ALL been found guilty of Talos worship! Your sentence is immediate and irrevocable DEATH!" Figures clad in gleaming elven armor forcibly invited themselves into White-Blade Hall and let loose a fury of hatred, fire and destruction. Everything happened all at once, a red blur accompanied by screams of agony. All Illia could remember was a sharp pain running through her left eye as she screamed out in blood-curdling grief and agony with her youngest son, Froyd, only 8 years old limp and lifeless in her arms. She saw her family lift up their arms to fight the intruders, she saw them all fall... even her newborn nephews were not spared. Everything went black.