Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140323161524/@comment-3293219-20140327232156

Set wandered through the base as he looked around, wondering if any of the blades would stop him and ask him why he wasn’t in a cell or in confined quarters. He wouldn’t mind it of course, then he’d have an excuse to punch them…

The Bosmer continued to make his way down the corridors, taking note of the Akaviri architecture and how different it was to the stuff he was used to. It slightly resembled Cheydinhal, a city near the Wilderness that his family used to roam, where they would stop off and trade their salvage.

Set peered into several rooms, none of them being the one that he was looking for but her persevered and kept trying, going from door to door in an effort to find it.

Eventually, he did…

He crept into the training area, noticing that it was empty as most of the blades were having lunch, like they were encouraged to at this hour, to keep their strength up. The Bosmer looked around at the Akaviri swords or ‘katanas’ as he knew them as and approached them, reaching up to hold one in his hands again.

It was so… Light.

This sword was able to cut through anything, the air, skin, flesh, bone…

Nothing could stop its might and yet it was as light as a feather, delicate as a flower and as fast as bard’s tongue. He carefully unsheathed it, giving the weapon the respect it deserved…

He placed the sheath on his waist and looked into the blade; it had been cleaned, polished to a near sheen as he could see his own reflection. It was like he was looking into a mirror or in the water. He looked it up and down and a smile crept across his lips, as he remembered owning a sword like this before. He remembered being able to swing it with such grace and yet strike with brute force, he was a different man back then and he had changed a great deal…

Let’s see if I’ve still got it…

-

The Bosmer stood at the center of the room, surrounded by four enemies…

“Humph, put it down surf, a weapon like that should never fall into the hands of a degenerate like yourself!” Telemachus huffed, prompting Set’s eyes to meet his as he swung his sword around, curving his back and rotating his pelvis to gracefully put his bodyweight into the swing as he struck the Imperial’s neck. The blood, sprayed on his face and filled him with joy as the elitist prick’s head hit the ground and rolled away.

“Pfft… A crippled leper could have done better!” His brother jeered, still a ten year old boy, at the prime of his annoyance…

Set just smirked and slashed horizontally, but then twisted his wrist, so that he struck vertically down, tapping the young bosmer on the head and splitting his head in two like a watermelon. Again, he relished the thought of the little prick’s head falling apart as he fell to the floor, his brains and blood stuck to the sword.

The Bosmer glanced to his right, seeing another face that he despised…

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re going to end up dead you are…

<p class="MsoNormal">Choking to death, in your own vomit on street corner…” A guardsman, with a weasel voice said, sounding like someone was pinching his nose.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set just shrugged and ran his sword into his chest, the man gasped as he found himself unable to breathe. The Bosmer shrugged again before retracting the blade and swinging it around, curving around again and slicing the bastard’s head off of his shoulders.

<p class="MsoNormal">He’d done it a million times and it still hadn’t gotten old…

<p class="MsoNormal">He panted as the ordeal had worn him out but he felt good about it, seeing those three assholes die was surprisingly therapeutic…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Having fun?” A deep voice asked, causing his spine to straighten and for him to turn around.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You…”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Redguard, from his dreams, stood smiling at him. He looked like he was congratulating him but Set knew that he had just come to torment him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You always did have fun killing people Set, it’s just who you are…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set shrugged, he did enjoy killing people as it was one of few things in life that would satisfy him, now that the burns on his face had ensured that he’d never experience the other pleasures that life had to offer again…

<p class="MsoNormal">Besides alcohol…

<p class="MsoNormal">“I never said that I didn’t, I enjoy killing arseholes like you…”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Redguard chuckled at the Bosmer, finding his self awareness amusing.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What’s so funny?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, you have a lot of ‘asshole’ blood on your hands, don’t you?

<p class="MsoNormal">Mine…

<p class="MsoNormal">Tarrin’s…

<p class="MsoNormal">Miri’s…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set’s pupils grew small and his blood boiled at the mention of her name. He didn’t waste time with rhetoric, he just plunged his sword forward, piercing his chest and impaling the former Blade, as he held the long blade of the katana in his abdomen for several seconds before retracting it and hacking his shoulders, driving the sword deeper and deeper into his torso as the Redguard’s blood showered him.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Set gasped as he felt a sharp pain in his body, which set him free from his rage induced trance. He stumbled back and clutched his stomach, knowing that he had pulled a muscle.

<p class="MsoNormal">Son of a…

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked around at the wooden training dummies, all of which had deep scratches on them, deeper than the initiates were able to inflict. He finally caught his breath and decided to call it quits there, flicking the imaginary blood off of the sword and then sheathing it, after some fancy swordplay.

<p class="MsoNormal">He turned around, heading back to the weapons rack…

<p class="MsoNormal">Yep, still got it…