Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3548382-20131213024337/@comment-24352402-20140514152317

Yisaji laughed merrily as he saw a male Bosmer unconscious in Erikur's basement. After casting a muffle spell altered to prevent the screams from leaving the basement Yisaji removed his mask and smiled as he woke his captive, eyes glowing menacingly. "Welcome to Solitude. A pleasure to meet someone of your group." The Bosmer stood and reached for their elven longsword and lunged at Yisaji only to have their forearm slashed causing them to drop their weapon. "I have been a master of sword fighting long before your ancestor's ancestors were born. If I wanted to kill you, it would have been done. A friend of mine instead delivered you to me and now I have a few questions..." It was night in Morthal when Yisaji saw a familiar figure traipsing through the swamps. As the figure walked past the sawmill, a body of a Bosmer dropped in front of him, drained of blood and with the most terrified look anyone had even seen still frozen on its face. "A little too bitter, I request an Altmer next time if possible." said Yisaji in a joking tone to Ocora while standing on the sawmill roof. "Though it has been a while since I tried Argonian... ah but I digress. It seems a faction of the Tamriel Fighters Guild is indeed interested in Skyrim. Check the pouch on the belt if you don't feel too... Squeamish." he said with a smile behind his mask. "Some documents to destroy after reading and your pay. Lets hope 1,600 septims works for you, its more than triple the usual bounties the Jarls offer." With a quick bow, Yisaji vanished only to reappear right in front to Ocora with the body between them. As they both stared at the bloodless body Yisaji then proceeded to nudge it with his daedric boot before taking a few steps back to give Ocora some space.