But, I have given you guys the gift of a rather long update! 
Hope you are all doing well! And Revan: I know exactly how you feel. I too, have an insane English teacher. 
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We fought our way through clusters of Daedra over the rough terrain, slowly but surely making our way toward the ebony towers. After killing a Dremora, I managed to find a beautiful Daedric dagger on its body. I had always admired the undeniable uniqueness of Daedric weapons.
Though I found the fighting rather easy, one of the guards with us was killed before we could even reach the towers, and I was positive the bloodshed wouldn’t stop there.
When we arrived at the towers, a quick scouting of the area revealed that only one of them had a ground entrance. The ebony towers were connected high above us by a long, thin bridge.
It took all of our combined strength to push open one of the massive doors at the tower’s entrance, and I was the first one to walk inside with Ro’Vir behind me. I was pleased that he hadn’t tried to kill me since our little talk. The guard captain had taken to helping the injured man walk, with the help of another guard. The other guard with them did whatever the captain told him to do. I was intrigued by his blind obedience.
The lower floor of the tower was very dark. A few torches of blue flame stood in the far recesses of the room. They reminded me of the magicka torches at the Arcane University. The room itself was circular with a large fountain in the middle spewing red liquid.
“What do you think that is, Captain?” asked the guard that wasn’t encumbered by the injured man, as he walked forward to examine it.
I smirked. I could tell by the smell that it was blood. I glanced at Ro’Vir who was calmly inhaling the scent.
“I don’t know…” the captain said, “Why don’t you go inspect it?”
I watched the guard cautiously step forward, and dip a few fingers into the liquid. He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger.
“It’s blood, sir!” he exclaimed, dumbfounded and repulsed.
“By the Nine…” the Captain muttered, shaking his head. “Imagine how many people it took to fill the fountain that full…”
I smiled when I found myself thinking that over.
We all examined the room. In the darkness, I managed to find two doors on the east and west walls, with the majority of us being closest to the western one. I walked closer to the door. It seemed to be made of stone and charred flesh. I was incredibly amazed, and wondered how the particles of stone and flesh were held together. Just as I reached out to touch the door, it split apart in the middle with a sickening ripping sound. There, standing in the doorway, was a Dremora. As soon as it saw me, it let out a roar and brandished an enchanted claymore.
I backed up, giving myself some room to attack. His claymore was much longer than my Elven shortsword, and he was quite the skilled fighter. I concluded that he was most likely a higher rank of Dremora than the ones we had fought outside the tower.
Immediately, Ro’Vir jumped to my aid as well as the captain, leaving the injured man to the other two guards. I lured the Dremora’s attacks. His claymore had a long and powerful reach, but because it was so heavy, he was slow swinging it. As I skillfully dodged his blade, Ro’Vir unleashed the fury of his claws upon the Daedra. I knew how painful those claws were and how quickly they could kill. Together, we felled the Dremora within a few minutes, with no real help from the captain.
As I sheathed my sword, I watched the captain walk through the still open door. I followed him quickly. Through the door, there was an inclined hallway, leading up until the hall turned sharply to the right.
As we walked up the incline, I could hear the sound of the wounded man’s leg dragging across the ebony floor. I highly doubted he would last much longer. He was foolish for staying here just to save his friend who was probably already dead. He would pay for his foolishness.
We turned the corner to the right and walked out into a large room adorned with stone benches and smaller fountains of blood. As the rest of the party caught up with us, I noticed a Dremora standing near a door on one of the walls. It was obvious that he hadn’t seen us yet.
Telling everyone to be quiet and still, I ducked into the shadows. Noiselessly, I crept up to the Daedra, focusing on its intense yellow eyes that seemed to burn with the fires of Oblivion. When I got close enough, I reached out, grabbed his neck just under the chin, and pushed my blade through his skull, and then with my left hand, I unsheathed my new Daedric dagger and severed the Dremora’s vocal cords before he could scream. I’d always hated the way they screamed. The Dremora crumpled to the floor the moment I pulled my blade from his head.
As it lay on the ground, a glint caught my eye. The Dremora was wearing a chain around his neck, and attached to the chain was a key. As Ro’Vir and the others advanced into the room, I pulled the chain from its neck and looked at the door. It was much larger than the other one I had seen, and I noticed a keyhole through the flickering light of the torches that burned in the room. I approached the door and put the key in the keyhole. Immediately, the flesh and stone door opened with the same wet ripping sound I’d heard when the other one opened on the first floor.
As the door opened, we stepped out onto a stone bridge. We were back outside and ahead of us was the tower we couldn’t find a ground entrance to. Arrogantly, the captain stepped ahead of us and began quickly walking across the bridge. I looked down at the almost blackened soil and lakes of lava far below.
“I could push him off the bridge… I could trip him and easily make it look like an accident…” I thought, remembering my contract.
I quickly hurried to catch up with him. Ro’Vir caught up to me, walking at my side.
“He’s your contract, isn’t he?” he whispered.
I nodded.
A sinister grin spread across his furry face. “Happy hunting.”
Ro’Vir hung back, letting me close in on the unsuspecting captain. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to face me.
“Be on your toes.” He said. “We don’t know how many Daedra will be in here.
I had come so close to killing the man, I could almost hear Sithis whispering to me.
The captain closed the distance between him and the door to the other tower. He drew his sword and disappeared inside.
I sighed and looked back at Ro’Vir. He shrugged. Unsheathing my sword, I walked inside, closely followed by Ro’Vir and the other three guards.
Upon entering the other ebony tower, I saw the guard captain locked in combat with two Dremoras. I rushed toward them, attacking one Dremora to help the captain. I thought about letting a swing of my sword miss my target, hitting the captain instead, but my battle was short with the help of Ro’Vir’s claws. The captain and his men managed to finish off the other one, then we set out to inspect the room.
The room had a floor that was made completely of cloudy, thin glass. In the middle of the room, there was a cage that was hanging from the high ceiling by a chain. Inside was the wilted, dead body of an Imperial man. He was dressed in the Kvatch guard uniform. The wounded guard hobbled forward and leaned on the bars of the cage.
“I couldn’t save Claudius… I couldn’t save my family… I couldn’t save Kvatch…”
I sighed, examining the body of one of the fallen Dremoras.
“We came all this way for a dead man.”
Suddenly, the Dremora’s eyes opened. He grasped his battleaxe, raised it, and then slammed it into the thin glass floor. Cursing out loud, I slashed his throat with my sword, but it was too late. I watched as the cracks in the glass spread, radiating out from the area where the axe struck. The room went dead silent; everyone stood perfectly still, their eyes wide with fear. All that could be heard was the splitting and cracking of the glass.
I could feel sweat beading on my forehead as I looked up, calculating how many steps I was from the door. I sighed as I realized that I was probably the furthest one from the door. As I watched the cracks weave under my black boots, I realized that I would have to do something soon to survive. I didn’t know what was beneath the floor of glass, and something told me I didn’t want to find out.
The captain let out a loud cry as he and his men made a dash toward the door. Already, I could feel the floor giving out from under me. As I looked around frantically, I realized that I was very close to the cage holding the dead guard, and it was securely attached to a chain that was attached to the ceiling.
Just as the floor fell out from under me, I leapt toward the cage, grabbing the bars and pulling myself up on top of the rectangular shape.
“Listener!” I heard Ro’Vir’s voice to my left.
Grabbing the chain that connected the cage to the ceiling with my right hand, I turned to face him and stretched my left hand toward him.
Ro’Vir half ran, half stumbled toward me over the floor that was steadily falling into the darkness below him. Just as he got within reach, he took a wrong step and began to fall. Straining, I quickly reached down and grabbed his hand. I heard screams and turned my head just in time to see the guard captain and his men fall into the blackness.
“Listener… oh thank Sithis you caught me…” Ro’Vir said breathlessly. “When we get out of here, I promise you a painless death.”
I let my grip on his hand slip a bit. “What was that, Ro’Vir?” I asked.
He looked down, gulped, then managed a toothy grin. “I mean I’ll never try to kill you again!” he said.
“That’s good.” I replied, pulling him up on top of the structure with me. “Looks like I’ve succeeded in my contract…” I said, looking down into the darkness.
Ro’Vir laughed. “Congratulations. Now, how are we going to get out of here?” his tail twitched as he looked around.
I felt hopeless looking around the room. Almost all of the glass floor was gone, save for some jagged pieces that were at areas where the floor connected to the wall. We were ten feet or more from the door, which had a small stone ledge in front of it.
I pointed to the dead man in the cage below us, his arms hanging limply between the bars.
“Get him out of there. He’s dead weight. We’re going to see if we can swing over to the ledge in front of the door.”
Ro’Vir climbed down the bars to the side of the cage, broke the lock on the door, then dragged the corpse out, letting it fall into the pit below. It was a long time until I heard the body hit the bottom.
“Stay there on the side. If we manage to swing close enough to the ledge, jump over.” He looked up and nodded at me.
I stood up and began to shift my weight, holding onto the chain with my left hand. Slowly, the cage began to swing back and forth. As I looked down, I realized how much I didn’t want to fall. I’d always been nervous around heights. Even scaling high walls in past contracts had always bothered me. I shivered and shook the fear from my mind. I didn’t have time to be scared.
The cage began to swing faster, covering a larger area with each swing.
“We’re getting closer to the ledge, Ro’Vir! Get ready to jump!” I yelled. The air rushed past my face, blowing my hair behind my head, then in front.
“I’m going to jump!” Ro’Vir yelled, then he jumped toward the stone ledge. He sailed through the air and hit the side of the ledge. Brandishing his claws, he dug his elbows into the stone, and pulled himself up. Once he found his feet, he leaned back against the door behind him, breathing heavily with a wide-eyed expression of fear on his face.
“Come on, Listener! You’re next!” he called, outstretching a furry hand.
“Why did I let him jump first?” I asked myself, going over all the ways he could let me die here. I could envision him catching my hand and letting go, or just simply knocking me out of the air. The only thing he had done to show me he could be trusted was not attempting to kill me since I held him over the lava pit when we first arrived here.
As the cage swung through the air, I sighed and tried not to look down.
“Lucien… I really hope you’re watching over me…”
As the cage neared the ledge, I let go of the chain, and jumped with all the strength I could muster, toward the door and Ro’Vir. I could feel the air hitting my face and blowing my hair and robe, but time seemed to stand still as I seemed to inch my way toward Ro’Vir. Finally, I felt our hands touch, and he quickly pulled me up.
“I’m glad you could join me.” he said, smiling.
“Trust me, Ro’Vir, I’ve never been so happy to join you in my entire life.” I answered.
