Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140411005400/@comment-3293219-20140415190318

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Set stood in front of the battery, in the cellar and hovered his sword over it as he contemplated his next actions.

He looked up and saw the off switch but simply turning it off wouldn’t stall them for long, even if he did remove the battery after. He’d have to do a number on the battery and the mechanism that it was slotted into.

The Bosmer ripped the protective panelling off of the battery and placed it on the floor before looking up and examining it. He knew that stabbing either of them was a terrible idea, so he’d have to think of something else…

He looked around and saw several crates, all of which were quite warn from long term storage in the cold cellars and many of them were sealed years ago. They could be easily disassembled, using his sword to pry the nails off and then use the longer pieces of wood as a club of sorts. This would put the battery out of action but he still needed to destroy the mainframe.

The Bosmer sighed and pulled the lid off, placing it on the floor before taking a look at the box and seeing the many nails, that were jutting out of the top. Wasting no time, he got to work, placing his sword underneath them and pulling, with all of his strength, and prying them out.

He hadn’t eaten or slept in days and his desire to save Julie and Maria’s children was the only thing giving him any strength but it was like over clocking at this point and Set could feel it taking its toll on his body as his muscles weakened causing his strength to wane.

He undid two of the nails, before he placed his sword on the floor and began pulling at the crate; he tore one of the panels off, stumbling back as it hit him in the chest and almost knocked him off of his feet. Set panted as he tightened his grip on it, looking down and shaking his head as he tried to keep a hold of the things that kept him going, fuel to keep him on his feet.

Almost done…

Just one last job to do…

He turned around and faced the battery outlet, a grin swept across his face as he saw it. The Bosmer approached and flipped the switch, turning the lights off for everyone in the palace and impairing their vision, giving both him and Julie the chance they needed.

-

The Bosmer hid in the shadows as the doors burst open and an engineer entered, accompanied by several guards charged in to change the battery, only to realise what means had been used to disable it.

“Shit!” One of them snapped, upon seeing the condition of the outlet and the smashed up battery, that lay next to it. The engineer pushed his way to the front, in order to take a look at the machine and see whether or not it was salvageable.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s been sabotaged.” The Engineer muttered, bending down to examine it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The mechanism inside has been smashed to shit and drenched in battery oil! It’ll take days to get this up and running again!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The engineer stood up and hung his head, turning around to see the crate, which had been torn apart.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Dammit, we need to alert the others! If one of those cultists has gotten in here, then the empress and the Elder Council are the jeopardy!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The guards nodded, running out of the room and missing the Bosmer, who crouched down, behind the door. He sat there, in silence, as he heard the footsteps get further away, the guards had assumed that he was long gone and heading for the Empress or the Elder Council…

<p class="MsoNormal">They were half right at least…

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Set stepped out, into the hallway as he still found himself in a strange state of detachment, like he was soon to wake up somewhere else in a world, where Maria and Julie had never met him and he had never left the waterfront.

<p class="MsoNormal">A better world, for everyone…

<p class="MsoNormal">But him…

<p class="MsoNormal">He sighed, heavily and drew his sword. He let it hang by his side as he began to tread deeper into the palace, entering the heavily guarded areas. Marching through the corridors and making his way to his target…

<p class="MsoNormal">As he stepped out, into the corridor, just as the emergency lighting came on, which was a red, flickering strobe. He saw several guards approach. He was too pissed off for stealth now and if he dispatched them quickly, he could fight his way to the top. It’s not like this was going to be a two way trip anyway…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer took a tighter grip of his katana as they approached, pointing at him and ordering his surrender. He stood, waiting for them to get within two or three feet of him before swinging horizontally and slicing the middle guard’s throat open. He spun around, choking and gagging on the way down before hitting the floor and dying on impact, leaving a pool of blood for his comrades to stand in. Set didn’t seem remotely phased by this and he awaited the next contender, with eager anticipation. The first of them stepped forward and struck down, with a sword as they couldn’t risk taking him alive at this point, due to the possibility of failure at such a close proximity to the Empress and the Elder Council.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set deflected the first attacker but had to block the second, sending a shock wave through his body, which was pretty weak as it was. The Guard attempted to strike down again, hoping to break through his opponent’s guard and strike him down but Set had already thought to run him through, with his sword.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Guard hunched over, squawking as the blade went right through him and skewering several vitals along the way. His legs gave way and stumbled to the right, taking Set’s sword with him, just in time for his comrade to lash out and try to kill Set himself. The Bosmer hopped back, but he wasn’t completely clear as the blade struck down and left a large scratch on his arm, causing him to seethe and curse under his breath. With no weapon or regard for his own safety, Set charged forward, dodging to the left of the blade and slammed the guard’s whole body against the wall. Thinking quickly, he threw his head forward and bit into the guard’s throat, tightening his jaw. The Bosmer, almost instantly, drew blood before tearing his face away and taking a big chunk of the man’s neck with it. He spat it across the room and looked back at the guard, as the blood began to flow out of his neck and he slid down the wall and landed in a slump, squirming in an attempt to hold onto his life, for as long as possible.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set didn’t bother to watch him die; he had more important things to do. The Bosmer didn’t even wipe the blood from his mouth; having it on his face was an advantage in his eyes. He simply went over to his sword, retrieving it from the guard’s stomach and holding it up to his face, taking a look at the glistening blood that still dripped from the blade.

<p class="MsoNormal">He shrugged and flicked it off before heading onwards; he hoped to be able to reach Telemachus soon; as a pile of bodies would surely give his position away.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Set continued up the tower, seeing a guard ambush waiting for him, up ahead. It wasn’t possible to sneak around it and so, he drew his sword and stepped forward, the guards instantly greeted him by doing the same, in a similar fashion. Set swung horizontally, putting most of his back into the swing as it swung around and got stuck in the guard’s head. Another guard tried to strike him as he retrieved the blade, prompting Set to strike down and repeatedly smash his sword into the guard, hacking through his arm and slicing his torso to pieces.

<p class="MsoNormal">By now, Set was exhausted, tired and extremely pissed off and he no longer looked at where he was aiming, he just struck down, hacking through flesh and bone, until the guard he was assaulting lay dead.

<p class="MsoNormal">If they blocked, he’d just strike again and again and again, until they grew too weak to keep their shield arm up and then he’d continue striking, repeatedly, until they were dead. All attempts at finesse had been abandoned and he found that an animal instinct had taken over, something that drove him to kill and nothing else.

<p class="MsoNormal">He was slowly turning into a being of one function.

<p class="MsoNormal">Murder...

<p class="MsoNormal">Set looked to the third guard, who plunged his sword forward, leaving a deep scratch across the Bosmer’s stomach. He winced and fell to the floor, thankful that it was on the opposite side to the injury that he had received several days earlier. He stood up and did his best to shrug it off but he found that injury had already taken its toll. He couldn’t move his left arm, without the cut hurting but he’d be damned if that would stop him. So long as he could still hold a sword and walk, then he was fit to fight, it didn’t matter about long term damage as, as far as he was concerned, there was no long term.

<p class="MsoNormal">He screamed in fury as he swung the blade, clumsily, with his right hand. The force of the swing caused him to stumble and it wasn’t well targeted, it could have easily have been blocked, if the guard had seen it coming. The sword sliced the guard’s head in two and sent him keeling over, his brains spewing out all over the floor as his body landed with a thud.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set didn’t even give the fourth guard a chance to try anything; he shambled towards him before stopping and slamming his forehead into the guard’s face. Knocking him backwards, long enough for the Bosmer to send the blade of his katana, under his chin and into his brain.

<p class="MsoNormal">He held the tip of the sword in there for several seconds before retracting it and letting the guard fall to the ground, in a heap on the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal">C’mon… Keep it up…

<p class="MsoNormal">Just a few more floors to go…

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">It was a long, hard, bloody struggle but Set had finally made it to Telemachus’ office, he leant against the outside wall, taking a deep breath before entering…

<p class="MsoNormal">Set forced his way into the room and closed the doors behind him, looking ahead to see…

(Summary!


 * Set has disabled the power, emergency lighting has come online but it isn't much help as it's still incredibly dark and what little light there is flickers in a lot of areas.


 * Set has recieved two scratches, his arm and his stomach have two pretty deep scratches in them.


 * He's taken down several guards, some of which were off pannel.


 * He has now reached Telemachus' office/chamber.)