We're All Mad Here [Arya]

[Wilhelm Bear-Heart]

Wilhelm stumbled into the city of Markarth, bloody and bruised. Damn it! I need Balthien to be here and not getting drunk. He received many worried looks, but none offered to help. That old Draugr priest was harder than he thought, but he bested the rotting bastard and took a prize coveted by most. He found the one who hired him for the job and received his pay. Knowing that he could soon bleed to death, he stumbled up the flights of stone steps making his way up to the Temple to Dibella, only to trip and fall only 8 yards from the doors. He didn't have the strength to stand. He propped himself up against the nearest wall, hoping that someone would be by soon, and quickly lost consciousness.

[Arya the Unseen]

Markarth. She liked this city. It was rather pretty to her, even if it was full of Forsworn. However, she didn't have time for sight seeing. She had something,or rather, someone to take to the temple of Dibella. She had found and freed their young sybil and now the two were on thier way to the girls new home.

As they made their way up, something caught Arya's attention. A man was propped up agaist the stairs and he looked hurt.

"Ms. Arya... Should we help him? He looks hurt." The young girl asked as they drew closer. Arya didn't answer. Something seemed familiar about the way he was built. Then it dawned on her who it was. She pleaded the girl to hurry and rushed up the stairs, kneeling down beside him. Quickly she looked over at the girl following her.

"Please. Hurry up to the temple and get some help." The girl nodded and took off. Gently she shook him, trying to stir him. "Wilhelm? Wilhelm!" When she revived no response, she got up and tried to take him to the Temple. She was strong, no doubt about it, but Wilhelm was a lot of Nord to try dragging around. Soon though, the priestesses came hurrying down the steps and helped her get him inside.

They took him into the back rooms and laid him down on one of the tables. However, they had to take off some of his armor and accessories, which they handed off to Arya. Arya gave her thanks before heading off to sit in the nearby hall, getting out the way as they tried to rescue her friend.

[Wilhelm Bear-Heart]

Wilhelm opened his eyes, his first sight was the ceiling. "Looks like someone did find me after all." he chuckled weakly. Then he noticed that he was only wearing his greaves. He blinked a few times, which by the time he blinked the last, he was surrounded by priestesses.

[Arya the Unseen]

"Oh good. You are awake." One of the priestess said. "Your young rescuer was beginning to think you wouldn't. How are you feeling?"

Arya heard the priestess and was relieved to heR that he was awake. Still, she didn't get up. She didn't want to be in the way.

[Wilhelm Bear-Heart]

"Ugh, like I look." he said as he tried to sit up, only to have the priestesses push him back down. "'Young rescuer?' Who saved me?"

[Arya the Unseen]

About that time, the young Sybil ran up, happy that Wilhelm was alive. "We didn't get her name, but she is the same kind Nord woman that rescued our Sybil." The priestess said as she placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "She is sitting out in the hall with your stuff. If you'd like, I can bring her in here so that you may thank her properly."


That's what I forgot to do... Arya thought, mentally kicking herself. In a rush to help Wilhelm, I forgot to introduce myself. Oh well. He may not even remember me.

[Wilhelm Bear-Heart]

"Please, bring her in." he nodded as he attempted to sit once more, only for them to, yet again, try to force him back down.

[Arya the Unseen]

After forcing Wilhelm back down, the priestess walked out into the hall and called to the woman. Ayra didn't waste any time, gently sitting his stuff down and walking into his view. "Glad to see your still alive." She said kindly, smiling at him. "We almost thought you had lost to much blood."

[Wilhelm Bear-Heart]

The Nord man simply laughed. "Have some faith Arya, I'm not going out that easily."

[Arya the Unseen]

"I should have figured as much." She laughed, happy that such an important sellsword such as him remembered her. "You are still lucky I had to come up here. I don't bleeding out in Markarth was your ideal death."

[Wilhelm Bear-Heart]

"It doesn't sound like much of a death at all." he said, yet again trying to get up. "I'll be damned if it's my blood that flows through Markarth."

[Arya the Unseen]

Again, the priestess tried to force him down, but Arya stopped them. "Please, he is fine. If he has strength enough to breath, he can sit up. He is a Bear-Heart after all." She said kindly. The priestess nodded and stepped back. "So, care to tell me what got you so good? Had to have been strong."

[Wilhelm Bear-Heart]

He sat up, finally. The hard stone bed he was on was uncomfortable enough to even stiffen him up. "Some kind of Draugr priest bastard. I was paid to clear out the tomb and recover his mask and staff. As payment, I was given a good sum of septims and was aloud to keep the mask." He replied.

[Arya the Unseen]

"You fought one of the Dragon Preists. Did you manage to find out which one?" Arya asked, suddenly very interested and excited. She too had located one, however, she hadn't gone to fight him yet.

[Wilhelm Bear-Heart]

"Yes, the one aptly named 'Otar the Mad.'" he said looking around. "Anyone know where the rest of my armor is?"