Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-10906938-20130812195234/@comment-768817-20130813010401

The blade doesn't go all the way through, it lodges into his neck, he stumbles backwards and falls back into the chair he had been sitting in. "You fought for them didn't you? Hahahaha.. Yellow-Boy..." He slumps forward in the chair, blood spurts out of his neck. He must of been an Imperial Assassin, they had heard stories, stories of people with unique gifts, brought from all over Tamriel, to serve the Empire, made stronger and faster then normaly capable, they'd heard the stories but never thought they were true.