Sampson and Devilah #12
#16 of Sampson and Devilah
Shabhira Attacks
| "Nay. She fought bravely and honorably. Her death would bring no good to the world."
"And what of her last words? Would you consider relenting from your goal?"
"Never. The Khajiit must die. But we should be off before she wakes. To kill such as her would bring dishonor to my name, and short of death she surely will try and thwart our goal again. We know the path and the castle awaits."
"Oh, she won't be waking up for hours... I would guess, I mean." | | | "Sometimes, Devilah, I think..."
"Really? When? I mean, What do you think?"
"Never mind. Come, we can be at the castle by noon." | | | "Certainly is imposing," Devilah admitted.
"ANYONE HOME?" called Sampson.
Devilah looked at him shocked. "What in the hell are you doing?"
"Announcing our presence of course."
"Ever heard of the element of surprise?"
"I cannot abide elementals of any sort." | | | "Sampson. Is that you?" called a distant figure up high on the walls.
"Shabhira? So you are in league with the fiend!"
"I'm sorry Sampson, but she's my friend. She's no fiend."
"I dispatched your large Argonian, I'll dispatch you as well!" Sampson challenged.
"Ubergard? Damn you human, you'd better not have hurt her!" | | | "I admit, she was... honorable. She lay unconscious in Riverwood when last I saw her. But she could not thwart my will, Khajiit. Your stink bombs will not stop me either."
"You think not? Let's find out!"
And with that, Shabhira hurled something green and glass-like at them. | | | The vial would have covered the entire entrance with it's fumes - but oddly it came to rest unbroken, stopping at the last minute as if cushioned instead of shattering on the paving stones.
"What the hell?" Shabhira blurted out.
Then she recovered and began tossing multiple vials of widely diverse colors and shapes upon the intruders. All tinkled softly upon the stones as if placed there by the most delicate of hands. | | | "Who's doing that?" Shabhira shouted, perplexed before spotting the telltale glow around Devilah's hands.
"Oh! Did you know your partner was a Mage, Sampson? Look at her! Look at her hands! She's got some sort of spell protecting you! Is that how you defeat your opponents? With magic?! And you said you had honor! | | | Devilah let out an uncharacteristic growl and the glow from her hands changed from green to blue.
"Devilah? Is it true? What are you doing back there?"
As Sampson turned around, Devilah shot one hand up towards the now defenseless Khajiit. A flash of blue leapt from her outstretched hand and Shabhira fell back, no longer visible.
"DEVILAH! You ARE casting magic! I saw you! What have you done to her?"
"What, do you want to smell like a sewer for the rest of your life? And that assumes you'd have had a life if some of those other vials had broken! She was using magic too you know. It's only fair!" | | | "Stop it Devilah! You will use no more magic while I'm on this quest, do you understand?! I will not have my honor tarnished by the use of magic! Do I make myself clear?"
Devilah backed down. "Ok, ok."
"Speak no more of this, lest I banish you from my side. Let us find this Kitty and be done with this!"
Devilah bowed her head in obeisance. "Yes my master." But underneath her brow, her eyes blazed with the glow of flames. | |