Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140624183310/@comment-3293219-20140714145836

Tycho wandered through Riften's streets, cursing himself for taking this damned job...

He loved Keerava, she was always so good to him, so he didn't usually mind doing monotonous tasks, such as this for her. He'd done worse things, like fishing dead rats out of her gutter, the smell of which lingers inside his nostrils, whenever he thinks about it. As that pleasant thought came to him, he looked over to the canal and winced before another wintery, icy blast hit him. He bore his teeth, shivering as the wind managed to pass through his leather armour and chill him to the bone.

S-Stupid fliers... W-Would've paid an extra two gold not to have to do this crap... The Half-Breed thought to himself, shuffling along as he looked up and saw a spot for his final flier as another icy blast hit him.

Nocturnal's dimpled arse cheeks... He thought, putting a nail through the sheet of paper and hovering it over the wall as he repeatedly bashed it, with a rock, that he found on the streets. Three good wacks did it, digging the nail into the wall and securing the flier, much to his relief. He stepped back, putting his hands on his hips after throwing the rock away, admiring his work...

There, now Keerava won't drag me out and castrate me... Tycho muttered, happily as he turned around and found himself face to face with a shadowy figure. Before he could react, he felt a very sharp pain in his stomach, feeling a steel blade dig deep into his torso. He gasped in both pain in shock but couldn't scream as his attacker had put their hand over his mouth. Judging from the size of the the assailant's hand, they were male, he couldn't see his face as it was dark and obscured in his hood, his attacker was wearing Thieves' Guild-like armour, a dark leather armour set, with a hood.

The knife was swiftly removed and Tycho was stabbed a second time, it wasn't any less painful, in fact it was possibly worse as he just wanted to fall to the floor at this point but still, the attacked hit him a third time and then a fourth, stabbing him over and over in the stomach, inflicting as much pain as possible.

The assailant eventually let the Half-Breed go, watching him slide to the floor, already incredibly pale, due to the fact that he had lost a lot of blood. His breath drew slower and slower as the attacker stepped back, looking over his handy work, looking somewhat panicked as he noticed the sound of boots, pounding the pavement. The hooded figure was forced to flee, getting a head start and darting towards the city gate as everything faded to black...