Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4356155-20131206051655/@comment-173.79.171.167-20131206181046

(That was climatic)  Daithi was face down in the dirt, but not dead. He rolled over and pulled off his dented helmet and sat up in the pile of dead Chaurus corpses. Uther attempt at killing him had failed, but permentaly ruined his wonderful Mithril helmet. He looked around for Themy, for he had saved his life, and felt indebted. He saw Themy's figure lying face down and ran over to it. As he approached he fell to his knees. Themy was sliced in two. "Bastards!  Curse you!" He compared the grouve in his helmet to Themy's wound. It was Uther's axe head. He carefully scouted the area. Several were dead, three in total. Dezran and Uther went of together, Grimr and the other two went seperate ways. Daithi's formed a plan. He was never a killer, and he didn't plan on starting, so murdering Uther and Dezran was out of question. But the two murderers believed in lesser values then honor and glory (which aren't good values to begin with). He was going to rob them blind, he would use their greed against them. But he also had to get to the bottom of what was wrong with this ruin. Daedra? It was madness! He was reminded of his days as a vigilante in the Imperial City, how he had almost ended up buried nameless in a crypt once, or how a corrupt Captain had tried to kill him, after Daithi had gotten him convicted, times when he was alone and all he had were his skills and wit. He was prepared to take up fighting villians one last time, in the name of Themy's honor. Daithir rose to his feet, and saw Themy's dog standing by, "You want to come with me?" The dog was frightful and nervous, nut Daithi had a way with animals and relented. The two of them swam across the lake and followed Uther and Dezran's tracks determined to get that Stahirm and destroy it before they did.

"They're about to see how hard it is to beat a man with nothing to lose." He told his new friend, as the pair entered the darkness.