» Mon Nov 19, 2012 7:31 pm
I didn't slaughter them in my recent character (lvl 40 Altmer Mage assassin vampire lord) however my first character Lucien (lvl 60 Nord Mage Warrior) had them for dinner in his werewolf form.
I remember it well, I cornered the leader after I made her watch the brutal deaths of her friends and brothers. I smacked her across the room, she impacted, gut first into a wooden pillar and lay there, winded and stunned. She turned her head to see me pick up the last remaining Vigil by the shoulders, put his head in my mouth and tear it off. It rolled over and stopped at her feet, it's cold dead eyes freezing her solid as I walked towards her, panting and growling. Salivating, hungering for her so badly. She stood up and let out a mighty cry of hate...the last words she ever uttered as the next thing she felt was my claws in her chest and my teeth in her throat. The light of Stendarr fell into shadow. Stendarr's beacon was my next target, I cut a swath through the pale, then Eastmarch, then the rift, feeding on any human that crossed my path, bandits, pilgrims, savoirs and saints and devils and heathens alike. Untill finally I reached their last bastion of piety, the last beacon of hope. The last to fade. There was a foolish man at the front door, cooking on a spit...how ironic. He was first to wet my appetite. Then two more came running out. The first raised his mace at me but was met with a vicious swipe from my paw that sent him hurtling down the mountain to his death. I pounced on the second who had opted for magic over weaponry but hadn't had time to put a ward up. I tore open his chest and fed on him once the life left his body. One more descended from the top of the tower, her rage overpowering her fear, I often wonder how close she must have been to the men I just killed, I wonder if one of the two I devoured was maybe her lover, eaten up like a helpless deer before her powerless eyes. Either way she shared his fate, I grabbed her by the head threw her against the stone walls of the tower, she yelled and fell to the ground, landing hard on her face. I dragged her limp body out into the snow and laid her down in the blood of the fallen, then I tore into her back, eating my share, but I still hungered. I roared and a man cried for mercy. I smiled and walked up the steps of the tower, I found him cowering at the edge of the tower, the last remaining little flicker of hope, the last vigil of stendarr...cowering like an infant before the very thing he swore to destroy. The last thing he saw was the back of my throat as I tore his head from his body and in so doing, severed the final head of the wretched beast of stendarr. Skyrim belonged to Hircine now.
Ok I got a LITTLE carried away there haha. Lucien kinda did that to pretty much all of Skyrim, I pretty much depopulated it in that account. xD