Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140205183927

Kaizen had left in the night, it was 3 am and he couldn't sleep, his heart was still pounding and his head was still reeling. He left Larius to babysit the prisoner as he went out to retrieve his next recruit. He had some difficulty avoiding detection as his prisoner's friend had come home, just as he was going out. Luckily, he slipped past her and used to the shadows to remain unnoticed.

The black argonian had travelled to Bravil in three hours; the roads were a lot tamer than he remembered as more people appeared to be using horse and carts. Or at least, it looked that way, given the amount of wheel marks on the road.

Kaizen arrived at Bravil, he stopped to wonder if father still had property here and then remembered that it didn't matter as he wouldn't have left anything to him. Both he and his brother were bastards, accidental creations of carelessness that forever haunted the world as a reminder. Both of their mothers were the same, simple tools to be used and expire as soon as they ceased to be useful. The black argonian always resented his father for that, the way that he condemned her with a child and then left her. He left a poisonous seed inside her until it finally killed her and left Kaizen in the hands of a cult of murderers...

Pilerius didn't even believe in the Dark Brotherhood anyway. He later abandoned it, to become a 'holy white knight' and ride with the 'divine crusador' while the Dark Brotherhood plunged into chaos.

Kaizen took a deep breath as he entered the city gates; the guards paid no mind to him as he passed them and went straight to the dungeon. Bravil was the Riften of Cyrodiil, Niboney was 'beast territory,' land of the downtrodden and despised. He was sure to find a 'hammer' here. If he didn't? He'd just move on to Leyawiin and find one there...

The black argonian was escorted to the dungeon; he claimed to be visiting a prisoner, arrested for assault and violence against the authorities. It sounded pretty bog standard, until the guard mentioned that it took several men to bring him in... Kaizen stepped into the dungeon, being lead by the guard's torch as he marched ahead in front of him, he glanced around as he noticed several argonians with sticky fingers and khajit with bloodshot eyes.

Lowlifes...

"Here he is sir..." The guard muttered, lighting up the room with his torch as the giant in the cage stepped closer. "He's been here for... five days now?"

"Hey, you'd better be keeping count asshole! I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be." The prisoner was revealed to be an orsimer, his name made that pretty obvious, he was still mostly obscured by shadow.

"I wish to speak to this orc... Alone." Kaizen requested, his tone grew more threatening as he spoke.

The guard would normally protest but he feared the argonian's intimidating manner and he quickly slithered away to the sidelines. Kaizen turned to the orc, who now revealed himself in the gateway, grabbing hold of the bars with his right hand and grinning.

"So... is this a conjugal visit?" He smirked, not knowing what this was about.

Kaizen raised an eyebrow as the orc shrugged and allowed him to speak.

"I'm here, because I was told that the guards had some trouble, bringing you in." Kaizen explained, placing his feet firmly apart. "Apparently, it took several, well trained, guardsmen to bring you in here."

"Yeah, I bust a few lips and noses, what did you expect me to do?"

"Says here that one of the guards was unconscious for a week, after you punched him the head."

The orc shrugged again, "Stupid asshole, should have had a helmet on. Or maybe he should have just walked away, when he had the chance... Why, what's this about?"

Kaizen noticed that the jail keeper was discretely picking his nose and eating it, in the corner. He wasn't listening...

"I'm from the Dark Brotherhood..."

The orc stood back, mumbling something unintelligible under his breath. "Sh-shit... you-"

"I'm not here to kill you. If I was, we wouldn't be speaking..."

"So..."

"I'm here to conscript you..."

“Woah pall…” He muttered, stepping back and removing his hands from the bars raising them. “I don’t swing that way…”

Kaizen rolled his eyes at the brute’s lack of an education… “Conscript: To enlist someone for a purpose or cause…”

The orc thought about it, he stood for several seconds, stroking his grey beard as he weighed his options. Kaizen stood, patiently as he waited for a response, occasionally checking to see if the guard had abandoned his quest to find nutrition in his own buggers. He hadn’t… perhaps nutrition resided in the deeper parts of his nasal cavity.

"I... I dunno, I don't think I'm much of an assassin. I'm no 'stealth warrior."

Kaizen glanced up, "not all contracts need stealth, I just give you a name and a location and as long as they're dead, there's no problem. I need someone to take out the bigger targets, arena champions or tough bouncers."

The orsimer was beginning to like this proposal, killing people for a living? No strings attached?

"I... guess, I... Alright, yeah but I ain't wearing those... tight leather suits! I can't imagine that my ass will ever fit in it!"

Kaizen rolled his eyes, the man was the perfect tool for the job and 'tool' appeared to be the right word... He reached into his pocket and drew the contract, handing it to the orc, through the bars. "Dig deep into the flesh and draw the ink of life..."

The orc held the contract, which he couldn't read; he shrugged and gave it back to him.

"Erm... I can't." The orc muttered, raising his left hand to reveal nothing but a stump.

"Oh... hold your hand above the contract then."

The orsimer obeyed, hovering his good hand above the sheet of paper. Kaizen drew his knife and placed the sharp edges against the orc's hand, slowly slicing it through as the orc winced, momentarily, before watching the blood drip out onto the paper. It splattered all over the dotted line.

"Welcome to the family... Bologra Blackbeard..."

