Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140107195049/@comment-3293219-20140107234149

Helseth opened the door, the cannibals turned around, expecting to see Herrel return to them but were horrified to see that their prisoner had escaped and that he was covered in the nord's blood.

[] Jarrel jumped to her feet and drew Nish's orcish dagger, advancing on the escaped prisoners. The bosmer took two steps towards the old man, before lunging forward, however, she was simply too slow and Helseth swung his mace and knocked her around the head with a heavy blow, breaking Jarrel's neck and knocking her to the floor.

"You piece of shit!" A dunmer cried out, picking up Nish's crossbow and raising it to shoot Helseth in the head, however, Tabith had this one covered. She quickly ran over to him, timing the perfect moment to dodge his shot, he was obviously inexperienced, because his shot completely missed at point blank range. Tabith didn't even give him a second to regret his mistake and quickly struck him down with her sword.

Helseth ran in, screaming in rage as he brutally beat several of the cannibals, for an old man he had a lot of fight in him or maybe he was just constantly reminded of what was at stake. Nish took Laliah's hand and led her and Nepht through the cannibal's base, picking up his orcish dagger as he ran past it. An orsimer, stood up, glaring at him with his one good eye as the other one was milky. He beared his teeth and growled at them, like some sort of dog as he drew his mace, however, he didn't intimade Nish, who had seen horrors beyond the capabilities of some mentally challenged orc. He quickly and ironically struck his orcish dagger into the orsimer's throat and threw himself forward to bring the beast down to the floor, the force of which bought him down onto of it. The breton quickly scrambled to his feet, turning back to see Laliah and Nepht standing there as the door lay ahead of them...

"Go!" He ordered, gesturing towards it. Getting up and shambling over to an imperial that was trying to sneak up on Helseth and slit her throat.

One of the the two doors burst open, it was the door oposite the healer's room, the one door that Nish had never entered. Edgar came out and watched the carnage, he was inspired by it all and enthralled in it's 'beauty.' He drew Nish's Blade of Woe and stepped down, into the fray.

He stood there for a moment, before giving a simple and clear instruction...

"Kill 'em all!"

His rally had come too late, as most of his cannibals had already been ironically butchered, by their own prey. However, it had inspired one person...

Nish, who immediately heard him, spun around to see the breton stood in the doorway. He felt a rage build up in him that he had never felt before as he stepped forward and quickly began to sprint to the cannibal. He tried to plung his knife into the breton's black, barely beating heart but his attempt was clumsy and was easily blocked.

Nish thrust down as Edgar grinned, taking in this 'Daniel's' rage. It wasn't just Edgar that he hated, he wanted to kill something, an embodyment of all of his problems and Edgar seemed to be the closest thing in the room to the embodyment of evil. Nish, thinking quickly, kneeded Edgar in the stomach and shoved him backwards, causing him to stumble and fall back into his 'office.'

As Nish ran through, he was immediately hit by the smell, he wrinkled his nose and stepped back, his eyes almost watering as he looked up to see the dark sanctuary that stood at the heart of this place. Hanging by their necks were several mutilated corpses, hollowed out like watermellons, their torsos had been sliced open and the contents had been devoured, possibly whilst they were still living... still screaming.

Nish swallowed hard as he saw the horrifying, pained expressions, fixed on the faces of the corpses. Even the most rotten ones gave a significant clue as to how they died...

Nish was distracted by this for several seconds, it felt like a minute but Nish was no longer keeping track of the time. Edgar used this to try and lung at him with his 'recently baptised' meat cleaver, that Nish barely noticed and barely blocked.

"You sick bastard! I'll send you back to Oblivion with the rest of the freaks!" Nish seethed as his blade fought with Edgar's, the breton's arm felt like breadsticks and he was thankful when Edgar shoved him back to avoid being kneed again. "You don't approve of my decor?" He shrugged with an amused expression, "Too bad, you're going to be part of it..." He smirked, raising his cleaver at Nish. He stood, preserving his shit faced grin for a few seconds, before scowling and charging at his enemy, aiming to drive the cleaver through his head. Nish was quick to deflect him and immediately stabbed him in the shoulder with his orcish dagger, putting as much force as possible on it to push Edgar onto the floor.

Nish quickly climbed ontop of the breton and grabbed his meatcleaver, that had been dropped when Edgar had recieved the injury to his arm. Nish raised it above his head, ready to drive it through this bastard's skull and send him back to whatever hellish plain of Oblivion would take him but he was quick to yield.

"N-no!" Edgar cried out, raising his hand.

Nish stopped, noticing something around the breton's finger... A ring with 'Rielle' inscribed into it. The breton immediately went beserk and snatched Edgar's wrist, pinning it to the floor beside him. Without thinking, he raised his cleaver and struck repeatedly at Edgar's hand, cutting off all four of his fingers, causing him to scream out in pain as Nish pulled them off and retrieved the ring, that was now soaked in bood. He threw it on the floor infront of him and repeatedly drove the cleaver into Edgar's head, more rage building up as he took another strike, what had happened to him, the fact that his lover was gone and that he'd never see her again and now his father's ring had been tainted by this nightmarish memory. He continued to strike down, his shrieks of rage quickly turned to grief ridden sobs as he keeled over to his side and began to cry.