Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140202120901

Kaizen woke up at dawn, like he always did...

He had given himself a short task list today, hopefully he'd be finished by midday and then he could explore the town, eavesdrop, maybe buy the Black Horse Courier if they still printed the thing. He hoped to have the afternoon off, to get more information on this, strange, new world.

Kaizen went to his former office; it used to belong to a vampire by the name of Vincent Valtieri, an executioner who lived in this sanctuary just before his father's time. He was murdered during a 'great purification' an order by Lucien Lachance to contain the treachery, held within these walls... To the black argonian, it sounded like weakness, both in leadership and in their ability to control but the mistakes of the past are often the foundations of the future and his rule was and will always be different.

Kaizen looked inside and thought better of using these rooms as offices; they'd make good prison cells... The argonian was one of few, who motioned for the need to house prisoners. They sometimes bought someone back for interrogation but usually killed them after they were done. When this happened, they often struggled to find secure facilities and they had to place them under armed guard.

At least those fools did something right... He thought as he entered the nord woman's office, which was surprisingly well kept. He pulled up a chair, grabbed a quill and some parchment and began to write.

Dear concerned...

I write to inform you that your brother/husband/father/son, Jal-keera has expired.

He perished yesterday, at approximately 10PM while on duty; his death was one of many losses.

''Enclosed in this envelope are his rings and a pendent that he was wearing at the time of his death. If they are of sentimental value, then keep them. If not, then I hope that they can provide some financial comfort.''

I've also enclosed your brother's index finger as proof that he has indeed fallen, to avoid suspicions that this is some sort of joke.

Kaizen pulled away from the letter and rolled his eyes.

And to avoid having to write to you more than once... He thought, almost writing it on the paper.

He then folded the envelope over, he had no well wishes for these people and he didn't want them to know his name. As promised, he placed the rings and pendant inside the envelope as looting from his own dead for financial gain was bellow Kaizen, ironically.

None of the others had family or friends; this didn't bother him as it saved him time.

He only sent the letter, to Jal-Keera's family to get the grieving fools off of his back.

''Right... time for a walk.''