JoS/Lyra/6th Journal - The Investigation
Evening Star, 6th, 4E 201
Today was absolutely insane and this investigation has started off worse than I could have ever imagined.
Yana and I made it to Markarth and started investigating the attempted murder as soon as we got a room at the Silverblood Inn. Margret, the lady I saved when I first entered Markarth was drinking an ale by the fire and waved me over as soon as she saw me. I introduced Yana and then started asking her a little more about why someone wanted her dead. Now I may hate Imperials, but I think I can make an exception in her case because she seems really cool. With a little convincing, she told me she's an Imperial spy, trying to buy the Cidhna Mine, or steal the deed so she thinks the Silverbloods are behind the attack. That made sense to me, but I'm not sure why she thought it was a good idea to say that right in the middle of the SILVERBLOOD Inn!!! Literally anyone could have overhead her. She didn't know how the Forsworn could be involved like Eltry was talking about, but that was at least something I could take back to him.
When I left the Silverblood Inn to keep investigating, a guard stopped me and warned me to stay out of other people's business. It was kind of scary, but I'm not going to let some stupid guard tell me what to do. I found out the man I had shot had been a mine worker living in the Warrens and that was the next place I was headed to see if I could find any clues to why he attacked Margret. I swear I hate looking for anything in this city. It's the most confusing place to get around. When I finally found the Warrens though, I wish I hadn't. It's this old run down slum that is apparently full of diseases, too. We're too pretty to be hanging around there. That's what a beggar down there told us when we started wandering around. Later, we found out it was true.
There's a guy in the Warrens named Garvey who keeps all the keys to the place, so I tried getting a key to Weylin's room from him telling him I was investigating what happened in the marketplace. He just laughed at me which made me a little mad. But I guess me being angry made him laugh even harder. It sucks being a little kid sometimes. But I decided to teach him a lesson. I quickly drew an arrow and shot him right in the foot. His scream echoed throughout the Warrens and he gave me the key I needed.
Weylin's room was small and easy to search. Sure enough, there was a letter there with instructions to carry out the murder and it was singed by someone named, "N". Whoever, N is, I guess it's my job to find out. Yana and I were both tired of traveling and it was getting a little late, so we decided to head back to the inn for the evening. On our way out of the Warrens though, that's when things got bad.
We were ambushed. Two hands grabbed us both before we could even think about drawing out weapons. At first, I couldn't even see who it was and I thought it was probably some beggar we could easily fight off. If only we had been so lucky. The man was a Breton who told us he was there to teach us a lesson, to stay out of other people's business. With both of us working together, we might have had a chance to actually fight him, but the trouble was, there were plenty of horny beggars and other poor souls living in the Warrens who were more than happy to help as long as they got a shot at us, too.
The man had be pinned good but when I looked over to see if Yana had gotten free and could lend a hand, I saw two men holding her and starting to rip off her clothes. That's when I knew we weren't getting out of this unscathed. The Breton started ripping off my clothes too. I was completely at his mercy on the floor of the Warrens. As I expected, he forced himself into me. I cried out, wishing I had never agreed to investigate any of this and thinking that damn Eltry guy had better pay really well.
Yana was actually faring much worse than I was at first, being forced to suck one of the beggars while an Argonian took her in the ass. My mouth didn't stay empty for long, though. A man came over and quickly filled it with his cock. We were traded around the Warrens for at least an hour, both of us being taken at both ends nearly the entire time by the unsavory residence.
It was Garvey, the man with the keys I had shot in the foot that got the most pleasure out of raping us. By this time, he had wrapped up his bloody foot and was eager for revenge.