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"Why can't you leave me alone!"

Chased for days, the Elves patience finally worn thin, he had turned the flow and struck back at his pursuers. A band of Necromancers had chosen him as their "choice" for one of their more vile mystical experiments.

He'd tracked them down to a cavern, and despite witnessing their large guard of undead, both new and old - he had charged in, weapon draw with a battlecry a Nord would be proud of.

Taking the fight to them had been more of a task than he imagined, but it was far too late now to stop. He was in their territory now, and he planned on cleaning the place out.

"I'll kill every single one of you until this place is is filled with blood and tears."

One Necromancer fired off a firebolt at him and he turned to face them. Heaving his weapon's hilt into their gut to knock them back he glared at them through the dying flames.

"Fire? I'm a Dunmer you idiot!"

He ran his blade through the dark robed man and kicked it free again, noticing that a large amount of the skeletons around him fell apart as the mans body hit the now crimson stained floor.

"Hmm, target the robes. Ignore the rest."

He grinned, and made his way further into the caverns. Over the next few minutes the sound of battle and the screams of dying men where heard. Then all was silent.

A single trail of blood leading from the caves was the sign of the only survivor, that - and the head of a once highly skilled Necromancer stuck on a wooden spike by the entrance, a dagger stuck through his eye socket.