One night in Bruma.

Taking one last swig of her wine she bolted up the stairs to silence her, or stop the guards, or both. As she reached the balcony a guard has grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the oak door. Vivika slid to the floor and coughed madly. Arnora was running in the distance and turned briefly to smile. What a bitch she thought and then was brought to her feet by the guard. Vivika then proceeded to make her fist have a nice home in his naval cavity. Blood began to poor from his nose, She could feel the crunch of bone on bone and knew her knuckles were now out of place. She pushed him out of the way and began to run down the street, she turned a corner and hid between two houses, 3 guards ran past her without notice. She sighed a breath of relief, an hour passed before she came out of hiding and decided it was time to leave Bruma. She walked down the street silently untill two guards walking her way saw her.

"This is it" she thought removing her hood. Silver hair tumbled to her mid back, dark skin seemed luminescent in the moonlight. The raven's blood eyes staring them down. The gaurds stopped and looked at her. Doeskin boots that laced up to her knees firmly shaped around her calves. Leather trousers clung to her thighs and excentuated her lovely round rump. A belt that held many pouches went over one him and fell loose below the other. She wore a black hooded blouse that tied up between her breasts. Leather corset held protection for her torso, leather gauntlets held protection for her wrists. An Elven longsword was laced on her back and her nearly-used elven dagger hung at her hip. Soft red lips matched her eyes. She was a rather stunning creature to come in contact with here in the outter city of Bruma. The soilders stood staring at her in awe. She was beautiful to say the least. Her high cheekbones and thin face. Long pointed ears stuck out from beneith her silvery locks. Beautiful and deadly.

When the guards reliesed she was the wanted elf they charged her and she removed her dagger from her side and braced herself. She managed to cut the arm of the one on the left, the one on the right pinned her to the ground and she snarled fiercly. "Mate you arm looks really bad. Help me get her to the castle, then we can get your arm looked at, Leave her to the Prision master, the lonely bastard."

The trudge up the steps to the castle were hard on them, them being the guards. She wasnt really trying and could escape but she wanted that gold now that she was in custody. She needed to confront the Nord-Theif in the cell.

Before she knew it she was thrown into the basement and her head cracked against the stone. An all too familiar abuse that she had suffered before. The two guards left her to the prision master. Who swiftly kicked her in the ribs. She coughed and began to spit like a beast. "Time to get you into the prision garb" He said with a snear. She'd forgotten about this part. The man ran his hands over her curves, she didnt fight back, the pain in her head was making the room spin and she could see 4 of the man who was violating her with his hands. He wasnt a hideious man, but he certainly wasnt Prince Charming. His rough hands undid her belt and she attempted a kick to the lowerlands. Missed and was slapped and all too familiar slap against the face. Similar to the sting she'd left on Arnora. The prision master pulled the belt off and placed it into the chest where confiscated items went. He moved his hands up to her blouse and began undoing the ties. Massive clevage was begining to peek threw, she was rather well endowed in that area, yet didn't see the need to flaunt it. He moved his finger down between them and licked his lips, "you're different then the girls 'round here" he said. She tried to push him off yelling she can do it herself. He held her down, "Aye miss I bet you can" She snarled kicked, this time hitting him square between the legs. "Don't make me remove it!" She said stripping off her clothes and putting them in the chest. She grabbed the rags that she was to wear and put them on before the Prision master had a chance to rise. He had no excuse now, and the marching sound of guards above ment he had no more time alone. "Lil' Bitch" he hissed and grabbed her arm throwing her into a cell, "Have a nice stay!" He said as she yet again smashed her skull against the stone wall. She was out cold.