Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140524181600/@comment-24982126-20140528050546

Argoniwin wrote: Olam never wanted this. He had just escaped slavery, and now he was bound to something he couldn't have imagined. He only joined the Brotherhood to find the Khajiit skooma dealer who ruined his life. The Argonian glanced at the space on his left hand that used to be a ring finger. Just the memory of his mother telling him to run away as he reached his small hand between the axe and his mother's neck in a futile attempt to save her filled him with a quiet rage. It was the sort of rage that occurs when years of obsession and submission intertwine. I will catch him and anybody with him, and I will make him suffer the same pain I did. But first, he had to carry on his mission. Unsheathing his twin scimitars, the young assassin entered the warehouse. He walked in on his target fighting a reptilian... thing. He decapitated it and then calmly walked up to his next victim and stabbed him. The Altmer groaned and went down. "May the Hist grant you happiness." Olam knew it wasn't much, or that it wasn't what the shaman said, but it gave him some peace knowing he had entrusted his victims' souls to the Hist. The thing he had killed was nothing like anything he had ever seen, even in Black Marsh.