Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-3293219-20140901153345

Nathaniel sat at his desk, his forehead was pressed against the palm of his hand and his fingers rested in his hairline as the Breton tried to push his daughter's absence to the back of his mind. He had little luck as it was all he and his wife could think about, her, out there, with that psychopath...

Azarath was unpredictable; to say the least and he feared what he may have done to her. Would he have just snatched her, dragged her in a bush and forced himself on her before slitting her throat? Or did he have something else in mind? What if he's telling her about him, about their time together? Everyone has their regrets, things that they would rather die than admit to their families and Nate had more than a few...

When people like Azarath get that close to you, they tend to know every dark secret, Azarath has been sitting on a stockpile of ammunition to be used against his former right hand, the second that he was cut loose and he knew that Azarath might be smart enough to have figured this out...

The Former Bandit shook his head, furiously, to block such thoughts out of his mind. He had work to do and he trusted June with his life, if anyone could track his daughter, it would be her. He had to focus on keeping this place standing, leave his daughter to the grunts...

The Breton finally got his quill on paper, when he was interrupted, this time by a tangible intruder. There were two knocks on the door before it slowly opened, with a creak and a dark haired Nord woman stepped inside. She was incredibly tall; she had a pointed nose and looked amazingly professional, for the lackey of the mayor of a small village.

June used to be a spy, for the empress' court in Solitude. She was excellent at her job, knowing full well how to cover her tracks and protect herself from her opponents and as a result, she is one of few spies who had reached an age where they could comfortably retire. She was only forty, when she retired but found life to be very dull afterwards and actually got a job in Daggerfall as head of security for a rather wealthy businessman, who was very paranoid.

However, she ended up in a storm and found herself in this village and decided that she would have more on her plate, assisting Nate in his upkeep of this town. She's lived here for five years now but most can hardly remember a time when she wasn't here, she was strict and well organised and always kept her ear to the ground. The village didn't have guards as she had eyes and ears everywhere...

Nathanial stared at her for a brief moment, she didn't need to speak, the fact that Nadira wasn't with her spoke for her, she had failed.

"Any leads?" He decided to ask, not knowing what else to say as she had been missing for so long, that he no longer got his hopes up. He didn't have the energy to get angry anymore...

"N-No... Trail went cold in Whiterun, they could've gone anywhere from there." The Nord replied, honestly as she stepped inside and let the door shut behind him, joining Nathaniel at his desk.

The Breton nodded before sighing heavily and shaking his head, placing both hand firmly on the table.

"We'll have to head out again soon, send a group out and have one man stationed in every city in Skyrim. They'll have nowhere to run to then."

"That's what I was thinking, get some posters and distribute them in the taverns... She'd stick out, like a sore thumb in a crowd, with her red hair."

"Yeah, good idea... We need to do this, sooner rather than later as it'll be our only chance. Once they leave Skyrim..."

"I know, I'm aware of that. I'll gather a group and get them to write ten fliers each, then we'll head out at dawn, hopefully, we'll have her home by tomorrow night." June replied, hoping to assure the Breton as he seemed to be on edge at the moment. Nate was a bit than her, only in his late thirties, when they met, he had quite long, brown hair, that reached the bottom of his neck, all combed back, hazy blue eyes and he wore armour similar to that of the thieves' guild, just like everyone in his gang did. Right now, he looked like he had aged ten years, due to the constant stress that Nadira's absence had put him through.

The Nord admired him, greatly, an outlaw who took it upon himself to change his ways and create something good, consequences be damned. She admired his determination and his passion, even if he could be a little unhinged, during times of stress. Many of the old bandits say that Azarath was a much better leader but from the sounds of things, he was always crazy, so maybe they just didn't notice the difference between an unhinged Azarath and regular Azarath. Either way, the Dunmer definitely outdid Nate in combat but Nate was always the better strategist. It was then that she thought of Azarath or rather, Nate's orders on the matter, there were none...

"Good, I'll do my best to keep it together and hold the fort down here..." The Breton replied, interrupting her trail of thought as he got up and slowly walked away, running his hands along his face as his eyes began to well up.

"One more thing. Azarath, what do we do with him?" June asked, folding her arms and frowning as she awaited Nate's response, she had no qualms with killing the Dunmer, if it was necessary.

Nate pulled his head up to look at her, from the looks of things, it had taken a lot of effort to do so, due to the weight of his worries and when he did, a single tear broke free from his eye and rolled down his face. He knew, they all knew, it was post 72 hours and they were looking for a body, she wouldn't have stood a chance on her own and with this psychopath? She was probably already dead as he thought before, she's probably naked, in a bush, face down in the mud with rope burn around her neck.

"K-Kill him... K-Kill the bastard, like I should've done, twenty years ago."

June wasn't one for bullshit, she didn't think that Nadira was alive either but Azarath was... She nodded, respectfully before marching out the room, swiftly opening the door and stepping out.

"June?"

"Yeah?"

Nate paused, like he was reconsidering his request but eventually, he went through with it.

"Bring me his head... I want to make sure that he is dead, the guards made that mistake too many times in the past."

The Nord wasn't a barbarian but she did understand his concern, Azarath had been shot, stabbed, blown up, knocked off cliffs, drowned and reportedly decapitated before. Several guards believed that he was indestructible but this was just a myth, one that he spun to scare people. In truth, he was just incredibly lucky and though he had been on death's doorstep several times in his life, he had always managed to fight his way back to the realm of the living.

However, everyone's luck must run out sooner or later and if someone's ordered June to kill you, then your luck has officially ran out.

