Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140611170629/@comment-3293219-20140616113722

(Well, time to be C'laro. :P)

C’laro had spent the entire morning stood on top of the mouth of their cave, silently watching the land of Cyrodiil as his daughter slept. He wrapped his cloak around himself and gave the distance a hard, intense look as he slowly scanned it with his eyes.

Sending a hawk to find one Nord, with scruffy, brown, shoulder length hair? It’s like trying to find a specific orc with ‘he’s got a bad temper’ as your only clue. But still, C’laro was forced to rely on this crapshoot as he desperately searched for Manja.

The Khajiit paused, bringing his hand to his head and running his fingers along the faint scratches from where his head had been hit with a mace, by that Argonian assassin.

Ysmir’s beard that was a heavy blow, one that caused his head to throb, every time he remembered it, what little he could remember... That Argonian was a lot stronger than he looked and he was brutal, blood thirsty and aggressive. The Khajiit had thought long and hard about it, who he could have been working for. His armour suggested Dark Brotherhood but C’laro was allies with the Dark Brotherhood, they gave him a horse.

Was he working with Cyrelas? It seemed likely that his arch enemy had returned, building up quite the following of dangerous, psychopathic killing machines but there was something about that Argonian, the way that he dressed, walked, fought, that suggested that he was too driven and focussed to bend his knee to anyone as stupidly erratic as Cyrelas.

His eyes were cold, blue, lifeless and icy… He wondered what dwelled behind them, a killer obviously but what kind? The way that he attacked Lila and the fact that he didn’t even speak when he lashed out at the two of them, murdering countless adolescents in his wake suggested that he had killed a lot of people and it got easier every time.

There was little to no trace of him now and he didn’t exactly get out of that fight unscathed, he was lucky to have survived himself after the damage that had been done to his body…

They both were…

The Khajiit sighed and let his axe slip back into the holster on his back; he hung his head and turned around, heading back inside.

In a few hours, we’ll go looking for her…

Perhaps Lila’s right… Perhaps it is hopeless…

Maybe she’s moved on and found someone else…

Someone…

Better…