Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140401162322/@comment-3293219-20140403164537

The guards fanned out and searched every area of the ship but it was no use, Set wasn't in any of the obvious hiding places and he didn't leave any sort of trail behind either.

One of the guards, a recruit, was unfortunate enough to find him...

Or rather, Set found him...

The Bosmer grabbed the recruit and pushed him against a wall, holding his hand over his mouth and staring into his eyes, with his cold, murderous gaze. He pressed his hand over the Breton boy’s mouth for a few seconds before he whispered into his face...

"I'm going to take my hand away, you make a sound and I'll make you squeal..."

The guard felt something sharp dig into his crotch, the point of a dagger was pressed against his genitals. He swallowed hard, gasped for breath, inside the Bosmer's hand and nodded.

Set carefully took his hand away, hovering it over his face; he had one chance at this...

"Where's my gear?" He asked, pressing the knife against the guard's crotch.

"S-Second d-d-eck!" The guard was terrified of having his genitals mutilated experiencing the pleasures of a woman’s company for the first time...

"Good..." The Bosmer whispered, placing his hand over the guard's mouth again.

He then rammed his knife into the guard's crotch and let him gasp into his hand as blood gushed down his thighs and trickled onto the floor and the pain overwhelmed the recruit, putting him through a quick, yet agonising death.

Set was done being 'the good guy...'

The Bosmer gently lowered him to the floor and lay him down before looting him for his equipment; he holstered the knife and took the guard's sword and shield as he may need both on his way down.

He then crept away; not bothering to hide the body. It would be a waste of time to do so as the puddle of blood would have given it away anyway...

