Some time later when the moon was glistening high in the sky he made his move. Sprinting he ran up to the back wall of the manor. Waiting for a moment to see if anyone heard his movement. Then Jerick went up to a window and tried to quietly break bits of wood away from the frame to take the glass panes out and slip into the house. After a few tedious minutes there was little left of the frame and the panes came out easily. Jerick crawled with extreme care into the house. A few meters away he eyed a small bag of coins on a desk. But before he could do anything he surveyed the room. It was a small war room. There was a large table with a massive map sprawled across it labeling troop positions. Thinking that might make a pretty penny at a local Stormcloak warcamp he grabbed it and quickly put it away in a cloth sack he had brought for the occasion. After a few moments to sense any movement nearby Jerick continued his raiding. Pocketing the coins he looked for anything else that looked of value. He saw a rather expensive looking sword on the wall which he grabbed and put in the sack. Seeing nothing else of much value he continued out the door. After exiting the room he froze as he saw the large form of Gorm on his usual patrol around the hall. A few seconds passed and he went away to another part of the house. Realizing he had been holding his breath the entire time Jerick exhaled. In the hall across the way Jerick spotted a rather large chest and edged toward it. The chest was in the middle of the hall out in the open he realized in anguish. Thinking a few moments about the consequences greed overtook Jerick and he began the seemingly endless walk to the chest.
After a few tantalizing minutes Jerick reached the chest and opened it..... To his horror there was one thing inside. A small note. Grabbing it quickly Jerick read it
Your spree is over Jerick you can't get away so relinquish your weapons and give up easily and your death will be quick and painless.
A deep sense of dread filled Jerick as he read the last word. Almost as if on queue the front door slammed open and several men in armor rushed in. Almost instantaneously a burst of flame burst from Jerick's hand and hit the leading man as he ran the way he had come in. Almost reaching the room Gorm jumped from the staircase and landed in front of Jerick almost knocking him over as he did so. Turning back Jerick was face to face with two heavily armored men with a mage behind them with a spell ready to be cast. The adrenaline was pumping in Jerick's veins as he attempted possibly the stupidest thing in his career. Jerick charged forward at the nearest soldier. As the mage began to move his hand to blast Jerick with a spell he dodged a sword swing and grappled the man using him as a human shield as the Mage much to his dismay cast a massive Ice spell straight at the soldier. As it hit the man he screamed in pain as he was frozen solid on his front half. Even before that man hit the floor Jerick was halfway to the door leading outside.
As he passed the man he had torched he saw his flame had not only hit the man but it had lit a small portion of the manor on fire. Not thinking much about it he continued running and nearly made it to the door as he felt a searing pain in his thigh. Looking down he saw a long arrow jutting out of his flesh. Screaming in pain he dropped to the ground but quickly got back up and limped outside. Without looking back Jerick ran into the wilderness for what seemed like eternity. After some time Jerick realized he was on the ground exhausted. Not wanting the arrow still in him he pulled it out with the last remnants of his strength and covered it with another of his loot sacks he had brought along with him. Soon after he slipped into unconsciousness. . . . .
