Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140201190152

After three days of walking, Kaizen arrived at Cheydinhal.

He had stolen a long duster coat off of a washing line, with some cheap pants and a shirt. None of it matched but that was hardly the argonian's concern...

He slowly staggered towards the main gate of the city, his will to get back to his people was the only thing keeping him from keeling over. The guards let him through, assuming that he was just a weary traveller. It was actually a blessing, being dressed like a peasant, as nobody seemed to suspect him of doing anything...

As Kaizen shambled through the city streets, he noticed how the overall layout had remained the same, there were a few minor details, that had changed but nothing worth his attention right now... He approached the, formerly, abandoned house and stood staring at the recent renovation. At first, he assumed that it was an ingenious trick, thinking that the house had been transformed into a cutesy cottage to avoid suspicion. He glanced in the window, hoping to see some of his own people inside but he only saw a dunmer couple, sat at a dining table. The black argonian slipped away from the windows, before he was seen looking into some young woman's house... It wouldn't be the best thing that's ever gone on his arrest record.

The argonian hadn't given up. He paced, round back and approached a well, that still stood at the back of the old house. The tenants hadn't removed it and fortunately, they weren't stupid enough to try to draw water from it either. Kaizen reached into his pocket and drew a rustic key, praying to Sithis that it wouldn't break inside the lock as he turned it...

He heard a click and the latch released, opening the grate.

The lizard stepped inside and slipped in, unnoticed.



<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">The black argonian landed at the bottom of the well, his feet hit the floor with a loud clap as his legs went wobbly and he had to grab hold of the ladder again, to keep himself from falling over. He hadn't eaten in over one hundred years and his body was failing him...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal">''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">I have to eat soon... screw it, I'd even resort to cannibalism. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">He stepped forward, peering through the crumbled entrance of the hidden passage way of the sanctuary. He looked around and saw no signs of life...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal">''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Could they be... gone? ''<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB"> He wondered as he stepped out and began to look around, for any signs of the new generation of Dark Brothers and Sisters. As he stepped forward, he heard several blades draw from behind and he felt the shart pin prick of a dagger as it was pressed against the back of his neck.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Who are you?" A female nord demanded, he could tell by her voice... If he wasn't so well travelled, he wouldn't have known that it was a nord as all nords used to sound the same in Cyrodiil. The black argonian, simply, raised his hands and slowly turned around... in front of him stood a nord woman, wielding two daggers, a nord man, wielding a war hammer, a khajit, a bosmer and an imperial.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">I didn't exactly make the stealthiest entrance <span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Forgive me but I didn't want to blow your dollhouse routine by coming in through the front door." Kaizen said, in an attempt to reason with them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Answer my question!" The nord snapped again, raising the knife to his throat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"I am Kaizen... listener of the Cheydinhal sanctuary."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Everyone paused, at first it looked like awe but it was actually confusion...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Kaizen? You say that name, like I should know it..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"You may have stumbled across it in the records. It would have only been..." The argonian looked away, suddenly realising that he didn't know the date.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Erm... could you tell me what year it is?" Kaizen asked, sounding very calm about the fact that he didn't know that basic piece of information.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">The group looked at each other, some of them shrugged, others didn't react.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Are you taking the piss?" The imperial asked, earning several scornful looks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Kaizen would have killed a murderer for such insubordination, back in his day but that wouldn't win him any friends. Although... it was the Dark Brotherhood, maybe it would.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"I assure you, I'm not mocking you. If someone could tell me the year..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Fourth era: two hundred and twenty eight." The nord informed him, trying to hide her annoyance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Kaizen nodded as he absorbed the information, "then it was quite a while ago..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"How long?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Erm... two hundred and... eight years ago." The argonian calculated, causing everyone to look at each other.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"This guy can't be serious, he's delusional!" The warhammer nord snapped, stepping forward and staring Kaizen in the eye.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Calm down Keeran, he might not be alone."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"I am... alone I mean, I cam straight here after. Well, that's a long story, one that I doubt will be believable..." Kaizen sighed, his former title wouldn't carry the weight that it used to, he was no longer the leader, he lost that rank when he died. "Look, I came back here to serve the Dark Brotherhood... I used to take on the heavier burdens of leadership but I'm happy to work on any contracts that you people give me. I'm not too proud to go back to my routes..." This was far from the truth, the thought of having to serve this band of degenerates, who lacked grace or civility was about as appealing as an orsimer bride but if he had to prove himself, once again, to earn a place in this sanctuary...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Then so be it.

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