Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140204203402

Larius stepped away, wondering what this was about. Elsinian was a traitorous little cretin at the best of times and if this argonian had paid him then...

He really was in trouble.

"What 'line of work' are you talking about?" The former thalmor asked him, though he was backing away, he didn't fear this lizard, no matter how unnatural he was.

"I need killers, specialist killers... I need people like you." Kaizen explained, he didn't know anything about Larius, so he drew the file that Elsinian had left him and began to flick through. Ah... former 'thalmor?' He had no idea what that was...

He closed the file and dropped it to the floor, there was a bunch of bravado in there about 'service records' and a load of other rambling bullshit. Larius was an agent, the perfect lieutenant. Disciplined, reliable, deadly with a blade and crazy.

He was everything Kaizen wanted...

"I-I am no mere cutthroat!" Larius snapped at him, not knowing if he should be honoured or insulted.

"No, no you aren't." Kaizen glanced back at the file as if he was reading through the thicker sheet of paper that protected it. Truth was, he remembered every word. "They found on the road..."

"Yes, I... I had escaped from a prison." Larius explained, D'llaro had heald him prisoner for some time but the altmer, eventually, managed to escape. He staggered back to the thalmor embassy, only to find out that the thalmor, in it's official form had been disbanded.

He lost everything that day...

"I take it that it wasn't an official 'prison."

"No, more like a dungeon, owned by some mad bastard. Apparently, he died, not long after I was held there but his stupid minions kept me there." Larius didn't know why he was being so forward with this information. It felt good to be talking to someone who didn't stop to start screaming about crows or the walls closing in. "So, who are you? Mercenaries?"

"No." Kaizen glanced around and leant forward, not knowing how he'd react. "Dark Brotherhood..."

"By the eight!" Larius gasped, stepping away from him and pushing against the walls.

''Eight? Sounds like someone's been doing my job for me...''

Kaizen took one step forward, mostly to intimidate him, he drew a piece of paper from his pocket.

"I am offering you the chance to be part of my... 'Family.' This is a rare opportunity Larius, one that doesn't come to many." He handed him the contract, it stated what was to be expected of Larius and the consequences of failure. Larius read most of it but even he was intimidated by the fine details of the punishment in store for those who do betray the Brotherhood.

"I..."

"Fine, I can leave you here... in your cell, to rot and go mad." Kaizen muttered with a shrug, there's no way he'd turn it down.

"This is... I a- was a thalmor justiciar. I-I'm no sadist!" Larius was showing genuine fear now, not of the argonian or the order that he represented but fear of the fact that he was actually tempted by this. To be important again, to have... purpose.

"C'mon Larius, we both know that you aren't even fooling yourself." He drew an iron knife and handed it to him, so that he could 'sign' the contract.

"W-what do I do?" Larius stammered, taking the knife and hovering it above the paper.

"Dig deep into the flesh and sign the contract with the ink of life..."

Larius wrapped his hand around the blade and began to crush it into the palm of his hand, he could hear the squishing sound as the blade cut through his hand and the blood came running out.

It was painful but he enjoyed every second, he hadn't felt this alive for years...

