The following is an excerpt from a new character I have made, (after having played Skyrim for a while), with which I am playing what I call a "semi hard-core" game. (details in a recent post "A Life. . ."). I thought it would fit nicely into the theme of this post. Hope you enjoy it. I am further on with his life by now and he has made a major life - decision. However, here is a little episode from early in his career. (His name is "Lester B.Krottch"). Maybe I will post some of his further "adventures" if some interest shows in it.
Lester has his own little eccentricities. For instance, because he had a difficult childhood (I am working on his Bio.) he is very "street-smart" and also cannot stand being insulted, due to a deep-seated sense of low self-worth. As I said in that previous post: ". . .if someone insults him or mocks him, he will strip them of all their gear and leave them by the roadside for all to see.(Nobody f*cks with Lester B Krottch ). . . " .
The following little scenario occurred recently. It doesn't have a Dragon or Werewolf in it nor is it overly dramatic. Not giving any spoilers, Lester was a low enough level not to hastily take on some bandits who had taken ver a certain ravine pass. However, he wanted to get through and NOT pay their demand, and at the same time teach them a lesson by killing them all and having their camp for his own hideaway, in which to store his growing load of loot. So, thinking up a simple strategy, he gradually picked them off with his bow and arrows. Then he killed the bandit chief by luring him out, running away ("like a girl " he calls it), hiding and sneaking and bit by bit hitting on him with arrows 'til he died. During this time, Lester accidentally shot one of three Imperial soldiers wandering near the camp so they came after him. He ran, as above, but as he rounded a nearby cliff outcrop, an assassin jumped him. In the quick, fierce battle, he managed to kill the assassin and kept running. The soldiers gave up as he hid. A few minutes later, he crept back to the assassin's corpse and found on him, would you believe it, a note from the Dark Brotherhood, hiring him to kill Lester. He was amazed as he read the note." 'My name is actually in this note.' , he muttered. I haven't wronged anyone thus far so they would send an assassin after me. Well. . . I HAVE killed quite a few opeople but they deserved it." Lester felt both offended and also somewhat proud to have such attention thrust upon him.
Anyway, the three soldiers came over the cliff top. He killed one from a distance and the other two ran for him. He jumped into the nearby river to swim across. In front of him, he saw a huge Sabre Cat heading into the water towards him, likely thanking its Cat God for an unexpected late supper. Lester was no match for it. He was "between a rock and a hard place". Choosing the lesser of two evils, he turned and headed back to the soldiers. As the Cat got to him, the foolish soldiers tackled it. He stumbled past the soldiers and the Cat turned on them. From a safe distance he watched as that humongous Moggie took them both out. Then it swam back across the river and ambled up the hill. The bodies of the soldiers floated down over the falls. Lester strolled back to the bandit's camp and slept a very satisfied sleep 'til next morning. He looked over at the river and in the distance he could see the Sabre Cat's corpse floatng in the weeds. Did she die from the soldier's hits? Did something else kill her?
As he watched, a lone figure walked to the camp. She told Lester she was a Mercenary, sent to investigate the "trouble" in the area. Upon Lester offering to help, she treated him with great distain and in a very arrogant manner. So he hid, sneaked and killed her and stripped her of her very nice Dwarven Armor. .If she hadn't been so damned rude he would have let her be but she sure pissed Lester off. He muttered to the Merc's dead body as he took her gear: " ' Pride comes before a fall.', you puffed-up bitch ".
Shortly after he unceremoniously deprived the Mercenary of both her life and her armor, an Imperial guard drifted slowly up the camp path on his weary mare, followed by a Nobleman on his white stallion. They stopped by Lester and the soldier said: " I know you" and accused him of having a bounty on his head. Lester was not in the best of moods. However, while protesting his innocence, he thought to himself: "Oh, what the Hell" and gave him the bounty money. (Already he was deciding to kill the dim-witted b*st*rd and get his money plus extra back). After paying the soldier, Lester walked to the Nobleman and said "Hi" . He, looking down his high-born nose, promptly sneered to Lester, (speaking in Skyrimese, of course), in effect, : "F*ck off, you lesser species of turd"
That did it. Lester headed up the cliff, took careful aim and put two arrows in the soldier's head.. Then, before the Nobleman had time to consider his potentially very short future, two more arrows knocked him off of his nice horse, dead before he hit the ground. Lester thought about that. " I HAD been going to just whack the soldier and chase the Nobleman because, as far as I was concerned, he hadn't done anything to deserve retribution. But he, like the Mercenary, sealed his silk-clad fate when he looked down on the working-classes. " ( Lester knows his place.)
Then he dumped their bodies, along with the Mercenary's body, in the river. The place was beginning to get cluttered.
Thus ends a very brief episode in " The Life of Lester B. Krottch ".( Absolutely no similarity to any living person intended, excluding, possibly, one or two of my own relatives). Hope you enjoyed it. :)
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