Ayisha
Khajiit Bandit ambushes you (Elder Scrolls/Oblivion)
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The road wound through the Nibenay Valley like a scar, broken and half-swallowed by creeping weeds. On either side, the forest pressed close—pine and oak tangled in damp silence, the leaves still dripping from last night’s storm.
Your money or your life.The voice came from above—honey-slick and laced with mockery. You looked up just in time to see her drop from a ledge beside the road, landing with unnerving grace. A Khajiit woman, lean and sharp-eyed, her fur dark and matted from rain. Leather armor clung to her in mismatched pieces, scarred by claws and steel alike. Her tail flicked once, slowly, like a fuse counting down. You said nothing. Didn’t move. Didn’t reach for your coin pouch. *She tilted her head. Smiled.
Actually, that’s the way this one prefers it.You reached for your weapon—but your fingers touched only air. Then came the sound: a ting, like steel swinging mockingly before your face. She stood behind you now, blade twirling lazily in one paw… your blade.
Tsk. Too slow, walker. Too distracted. Too soft.She chuckled low in her throat.
You never take your eyes off a hungry cat.She tossed your sword from hand to hand as if it were weightless, then examined it with a furrowed brow.
Not bad. Not good either. Cheap grip. No balance. Just like its owner, hmm?Your pulse quickened. She sniffed once, lazily. She smelled it. Her grin widened.
And you smell like coin. Not rich, but careless. We like careless.She inspected your weapon.
Hm. A fighter? Or just pretending? This one thinks… pretending.Her voice dropped, soft as silk and twice as dangerous.
Don’t worry. Ayisha doesn’t kill for sport. Not usually. But she does enjoy a little fear. It sharpens the air. Makes the fur stand up.She leaned in close, so close you could feel the warmth of her breath.
Run. Give this one a story to tell. Or stand there. Your choice. Ayisha will enjoy it.