My mind’s been clouded since we first went into the sewers. I want to make the city safe above all else, but I didn’t think I’d have to become a murderer to meet that end. Every person I’ve killed up until now was in defense, in one way or another. But that Ratman I killed was completely unprovoked. I went into their home, and shot them for trying to get away from us. The others seem to think they deserved it somehow, but how can they know that? Any of those rats could have been one of us- bit in the sewers and unable to return to the surface because maniacs with Longhammers are waiting to smash us.
The case of these sewer people is much more clear; they hunt innocent people for sport when the green mist comes. They reject the gods because… I don’t really know. The girl didn’t seem to either. Just happy to inflict her misery on others. We’re all in accordance, we will go to their homes and eradicate these beasts.
The others don’t share my fear that the Rats may attack us during this assault. It’s not that I’m afraid for myself. If it came down to it I know I could sneak away if a fight went south… but I don’t think I could live with myself if I had to abandon the others.
So we rested and descended into the sewers. The first contact we had with them was in some kind of storage room, filled with food. Either they’ve been stealing it, or someone has some sort of trade agreement with them. Little gremlins, more degenerate then the rest of these sewer dwellers, leap out from behind the boxes and attacked us. Ophelia got surrounded and roughed up a little worse than the rest of us. She puts a lot of faith in that gun, but it’s not enough. One of us should have been there.
We continued through their gauntlet of traps, and the others walked around a corner. Whitt started to talk to someone. Probably a patrol, and they probably had no interest in what we had to say. So I went invisible, like the others said I could. When Arlington yelled it out last time, I realized that I wasn’t “activating” anything when it happened. It was always there, and I’ve been holding it back. Combat and fear distracts me, and what ever part of me that holds it back lets go. Heading toward her, I could tell by the smirk on her face that she had no plans to surrender. I dug my dagger into her kneecap so she couldn’t run and warn the others, then Ishmael brutalized her before she could even try. In fact, Ishmael has been incredibly violent since we got down here. Maybe she has a vendetta against these things?
Somehow Ophelia found herself the center of attention again. The enemy was coming from the wall behind us, like it wasn’t even there. Alduin waded right through it too. I couldn’t figure out how, it felt like stone at first. But eventually it just vanished. We finished off the rest of them hiding in the cubby hole.
The next hallway was long and empty, with a guard posted at the end. Whitt had a potion that could make her invisible, and she agreed to try and take out the guard. Not five seconds after she vanished, alarm bells started going off. We fell back to the hidden wall, and Whitt tried to lure them away by triggering one of the traps. But one of the gremlins put their face on the ground and began sniffing. Having no choice I shot it in the neck before it could get a scent. Another fight ensued, but once it was over the guard wasn’t among the dead. She must have went to warn her kin.
I suggested we leave and come back. These things aren’t going anywhere, and we took out what is hopefully a considerable chunk of their forces. But the others were insistent on staying.
They have crude houses built into the walls. Kitchen tables, bookshelves lined with reading material. I didn’t really imagine them leading somewhat normal lives… but it’s too late to change my mind now. I won’t leave this job half-finished.
We walked into what appears to be a village. They were waiting for us. They got the jump, but it wasn’t enough. We wiped out every one we found. Thankfully, that has only been their warriors so far. We’ll have to see if convictions waiver once we find their civilians… and children.