Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-11457306-20140610025233

Rhiannon checked the position of the sun. She had only a few hours left before she'd be considered AWOL. This was her only chance. The Stormcloaks were below her. It had taken her entire leave to track them down to this hidden base. She would report it as soon as she returned, but first she had to make sure the one she wanted was taken care of.

There he was! Big brute of a man he was. She would never forget the sound of his axe ending her happiness, of seeing her love lying dead in the snow, his head split open. He was the only one who had ever really loved her, had been true to her. She had never found another. She had gone from man to man, seeking his eyes, his voice, the way he had of tilting his head when he listened to her, really listened. It mattered not that he was a Nord, they fought together, ate together, slept together. They had planned their life after the war together--and the beast below had ended it all. Her life had ended on that day.

Carefully she lifted her bow, nocked with a dragonbone arrow, poisoned with a concoction so deadly that the witch who had sold it to her had warned her not to get any of it on her fingers or she would die before her victim. She would only get one shot.

The man below laughed and lifted a mug. It was his last. The arrow sunk into his flesh with a solid thunk. He was dead before he hit the ground.

Rhiannon's heart nearly burst with joy as she ran through the forest, back to the garrison. Now life could begin again.