Erissa's mentor, Aldaril, nodded with one single downward motion of his head and she blasted the wooden door open with a fireball spell. The entire door burst off its hinges and surged several feet into the tiny one room hut before hitting the foot of a bed and toppling on top of a screaming child that had more then likely been sleeping until the explosion. Erissa immediately conjured a long sword with her left hand made purely out of magic just as the other Altmer, her partner Molleen, stormed in with his Elven sword just as golden as his and her glittering Elven armor. She followed him and then Aldaril, dressed in the black Thalmor robes. In the split seconds Erissa had taken to run through the doorway, her Elven ears could hear all the chaotic commotion inside. She heard screams and cries of children and the slice of a sword through flesh and bone. She heard a man's scream and a woman's and the clang of iron falling to a wooden floor. Erissa charged through the doorway, expecting to see a fight.
As her eyes darted around the one room hut, she saw three bed with children in the right corner of the room, the foot of each of these beds facing the doorway she entered through and one of the beds directly in line with the doorway. This bed had a door on top of it and a young child underneath. An equally young girl was to the right of the bed with the door on top of it. She cried and tried to get her sibling out from under it. An older boy occupied the bed to the left . He looked about 16. A fire place was dead in the center of the wall across from Erissa and a table with several chairs were in the center of the room. Chairs and tables were upturned, no doubt from Molleen charging for the man of the house who now clutched a bleeding stump where his hand used to be. He was on his knees and the Altmer had his own magically conjured sword to the Nord's throat. The man's wife was half under the covers of their bed in the far corner of the room clutching a baby against her. The baby unleashing blood curdling wails. This entire family were Nords, because who else would still worship the false god Talos than a bunch of barbarian Nords that believed someone of there race could ascend to godlihood?
The teenage boy grabbed something from under his pillow. Erissa saw it gleam in the firelight from the corner of her eye. She twirled around just as the teenager raised an iron dragger and she put her magically created blade to his neck, stopping just before the edge could cut into his jugular! The boy froze and stared with dark blue eyes filled with anger and fear and a look of defiance. "I would drop that measly knife, boy," Erissa warned, "Unless you honestly want to loose your head."
"Please, Bedrel, drop the knife," the boy's mother begged. He obeyed his mother's request and the dagger fell to the floor.
"Good boy," Aldaril said as he walked into the room and over to the father with only one hand. The high elf did not crouch down or stoop to the man's level. It was better to look down at these savages and blasphemers. "You have been accused of worshiping Talos and helping the Stormcloak rebels. What do you have to say to these accusations?"
"I've done nothing wrong," the man replied.
"He attacked me as soon as we entered," Molleen added.
"You blew up my door and charged in with swords. I was only defending my family!" the man argued.
"Do you worship Talos?" Aldaril questioned, bring them back to the reason they came here in the first place.
None of the three high elves believed the Nord. He had yelled, but he didn't mean what he said. Aldaril stomped around on several wooden planks on the floor. The Nord questioned what he was doing, but then the high elf's boot smashed into a plank that sounded different from the rest. The Thalmor's hand glowed and the plank free to another side of the house, colliding into the wall. He crouched low reaching into a hole dug under the house and pulled out a talisman of Talos! "I see a shrine to Talos under here as well, care to explain what these are doing hiding in your home?"
The Nord did not answer. He stared stone faced now up at Aldaril. The same type of defiant that was in his son's eyes was in the father's.
"If I don't get an answer, I'll just have to assume these Talos items belong to all of you. You don't want your family to be slaughtered, do you?"
"You promise not to harm my family if I admit the Talos talisman is mine and mine alone?"
"If it is only yours and you family doesn't worship Talos, then I see no reason why I should needlessly kill all of you. Are you admitting to this being yours?" Aldaril tossed the talisman down at the man's knees.
"Yes, I worship Talos in this household and only me."
Aldaril nodded at Molleen and the elf grinned. He drove his magically conjured sword into the Nords chest! The family screamed, but none louder than the teenage boy whose neck Erissa still had her sword against. The elf pulled out his sword and the father fell to his side, his eyes wide with the tiniest of life still in them.
Aldaril started to leave but stopped when he looked at the teenage boy. He saw what Erissa saw: hatred and defiance holding back tears of sorrow and hatred. "Kill him too," he ordered.
"But you promised!" The wife cried out.
"Yes, but I still suspect your whole family is Talos worshiping blasphemers. Besides, look at this boy. So much hatred for my people. I would imagine he will grew wanting vengeance. He's a threat and it needs to be eradicated before it can be an embarrassing nuisance." He nodded to Erissa.
She gladly chopped of the teenager's head and the mother screamed!
"Kill the rest of them and burn the house down. Make sure they are good and dead." The mentor turned to the father. "Molleen, stab that one again. I still see some life in his eyes."
They eradicated the entirely family of blasphemers and burned the hut to the ground. They waited till the house was nothing but chars and then stabbed all the crispy black bodies again, just to be safe.