Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131218233902/@comment-3293219-20131219181256

Nish had left the basement behind him, looking down at his feet as he thought.

''You have so many floors to climb... there's no way that you'll reach her...''

Nish looked up and drew one of his daggers, ''You have no choice... you have to kill, kill all of them if you have to and get to Ferrin!''

He shambled to the first door, past the council's chambers, leaning against the door to the towers.

You can do this...

Nish burst through the door, closing it behind him and dragging a table across it.

That should hold off re-enforcements.

Nish drew his dagger and began the assault, making sure that there were no guards immediately infront of him.

The breton made his way up the corridor, bearing both daggers and getting ready for a guard to jump him, his caution was warrented as a guard stumbled out of a library and almost saw him, however, the breton quickly realised that he had his head in a book.

''Got to kill them... need to stop them from sending reinforcements!''

[]Nish followed the thalmor into the library, raising his knife. As the thalmor entered, he was grabbed by the throat and dragged back out into the hall.

The breton, drove his knife into the thalmor's heart with his hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. He looked up and noticed that the library was full of patrolling thalmor, this slightly discouraged him, until he remembered what was at stake.

He crept in, using the book cases and desks as cover and making his moves as slowly as he was able. His first victim placed a book on the desk, closing it as he set it down and turning to his comrades. "Look around, I think there are more offending books in the library!"

Nish peered over, a tattered journal like book lay on the table, it looked ancient and valuable. He then looked up to see that the thalmor who had placed it there had his back to the breton as his comrades were too busy, searching through the books.

Nish grabbed this one by the shoulder, unfortunately he shrieked as he was pulled back, so Nish had to slit his throat. The breton quickly grabbed the 'offending book' and pocketted it, it might be worth something.

"What the hell was tha-" The guard stopped as he saw his comrade's corpse, "by the eight divines! Man down!"

Nish had already crept off and hidden behind a bookshelf, peering around to watch the others come out to investigate.

"Split up! The bastard who did this couldn't have gotten far!" The most senior of them ordered, they rest obeyed, one went back to the area that they had come from and another approached the bookshelf that Nish was hiding behind.

''Shit! Okay... get ready...''

As the golden armoured thalmor got closer, Nish raised his knife. Stealth wasn't an option here but surprise was, he immediately charged into the thalmor and knocked him into the wall, before driving a large knife under his chin and into his brain.

The other thalmor, obviously, heard this and came rushing over.

"Die, bastard!" One of them cried out, firing a lightning spell at Nish as he fled.

The spell had hit the breton, ripping through his sleeve and burning the skin on his wrist, he didn't care now as the state of his body meant little to him.

Nish had taken shelter at the end of the row, he only a small sliver of cover to protect him, he was cornered. "We know that you're there breton! Don't make this any harder on yourself..."

Clutching the Blade of Woe, he held his breath as the chinking sound of armoured footsteps grew louder. The second armoured thalmor grew was just around the corner, Nish saw him in the reflection of the orcish blade.

"Wait..."

Nish tried something, he threw his arms wide and stabbed both approaching thalmor in the chest. Though it worked for the robed superior, his orcish dagger bounced off of the armoured thalmor's chest.

"Shit!" Nish cried out as the shock of the blow went through him.

The armoured thalmor, immediately, ran ahead and shield bashed Nish, knocking him to the floor. The breton fell into a pile of books, hitting his elbow on the floor.

Nish groaned and grit his teeth as his elbow struck the hard, stone surface, his elbow was starting to hurt something fierce, because of it. Nish was quickly bought back to reality by the shrieks of the attacking thalmor, who was just about to strike down on him. The breton quickly rolled out of the way as the elven sword came down and struck the stone floor and crawled towards the center or the room, drawing his crossbow.

Nish held his breath to strady his aim, lined up the shots aiming at the thalmor as he ran in, waving his sword in the air, going for the final kill. Nish smirked as he fired and the bolt went through the thalmor's throat, causing him to gurgle as the thalmor went into convulsions and fell to the floor, leaking a pool of blood on the floor.

One floor down... Nish sighed as he pulled himself to his feet and carried on.

Just hang on Eilo, I'll find you if it kills me...