Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-3293219-20140305233713

==The killer within==

Lucian had been walking through the wilderness for days. His inability to travel during the day was incredibly taxing, especially in his line of work as an assassin.

As the sun rose over Cheydinhal and shone on to the mountain’s surface, Lucian found himself, once again, in need of shelter. He scowled to himself as the sun’s rays hit his face, making his eyes glow and his skin began to tingle. It is a well known fact that the sun can weaken or even kill vampires. Lucian was fortunate as he only felt discomfort, when exposed to sunlight.

Waste of time, coming here… He thought to himself as he stopped trundling through the country side to gaze at his orange nemesis. Juliet dodged a bullet, by getting out of this assignment, something that she gladly reminded him of as he left the sanctuary in Dawnstar, after he drew the short straw.

But, back to the matter at hand. Cheydinhal’s Dark Brotherhood sanctuary had been raided and stripped bare, by the Imperial Legion and then ransacked by the townsfolk. The Vampire felt useless as he could do nothing but watch as the unwashed masses descended on the sanctuary and began their witch hunt, it was rare that this happened to Dark Brotherhood sanctuaries but everyone knew that the nord in charge was pretty weak and she had little to no influence. However, hope still remained as Lucian saw someone leave the sanctuary. A Black Argonian had been seen, leaving the scene. Though the sight of a Black Argonian was odd to begin with, his manor was what troubled Lucian.

He seemed incredibly confident, more so than either side of the conflict should be…

It was as if he had won but he must have suffered heavy losses, he looked like the only survivor of a devastating attack and he lost his sanctuary.

Why was he smiling? Was he a traitor? To assume such a thing was dangerous, for both of you as it could get either of you killed, especially if you are wrong…

Lucian’s trail of thought was, rudely, interrupted, when three bandits approached him.

“Well, well, well… look what we ‘ave ‘ere… Pre’y boy’s got ‘imself lost.” The assumed leader mocked, he looked the smartest of the three, which wasn’t exactly an achievement worth bragging about… His two companions stepped around, revealing themselves from their hiding places, a tree and rock and they took their place behind him, like two obedient dogs. They were all nords, with Riften accents, most likely thieves’ guild rejects.

Lucian wrapped his hand around his rapier, ready for the inevitability of one of them losing his cool as soon as the sexual decency of his mother was brought into the question and lashing out at him. A mistake that he would soon pay for…

“A’right, ‘Pre’y boy,’ no blokes to impress ‘ere, just give us your purse or ‘andbag n get outta ‘ere…”

The Imperial just glared at them, they couldn’t be serious, could they? His eyes just darted, looking at the broken fools in front of him, who had jumped into the deep end of a volcano…

“That’s not going to happen…” Lucian replied, sternly.

The nord frowned, shaking his head, in response.

“Guess I’ll ‘ave to take it from yer cold, dead ‘ands…” The leader drew his mace as he finished his empty threat and his goons grinned and stepped forward.

<p class="MsoNormal">Lucian rolled his eyes, it was a cliché thing think and he loathed himself for thinking it but…

<p class="MsoNormal">He’d me more intimidating mudcrabs in his time…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Really now? I’d like to see that…” He taunted, drawing his blade and seeming very reserved. This should have been a sign that he was not to be messed with but since the entire group had an IQ of 20, between them, they still thought that they had a good chance of defeating the child of the night.

<p class="MsoNormal">Lucian’s rapier was a beautifully crafted weapon, that had aged wonderfully. It was blue steel, light as a feather with a large wrist guard to protect his hand and fingers. It was worthy of a Queen’s, royal guard.

<p class="MsoNormal">The nord just shrugged.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So be it.” He then lunged forward with a cry of rage, striking down at the vampire. An over projected attack, that Lucian, easily, dodged. He swung his sword horizontally, at lightning speed, left and right. Both strikes clashed with the mace, the latter almost knocked it out of the fool’s hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">One of the two goons decided to take his chances. He ran forwards, idiotically swinging his arm, to punch Lucian, with a deafening shriek. It was so obvious, that Lucian decided that he would show off a bit. He jumped back and with two flicks of the wrist, the nord fell to the floor, two, deep, cuts in his torso.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Leader went for another swing, striking down, vertically as he tried to avenge his fallen comrade. The Vampire was quick to react, dodging the mace and swinging his rapier at the nord’s chest, leaving a scratch on his left pectoral, causing him to grunt and stumble back.

<p class="MsoNormal">The third bandit tried his chances, hoping to restrain Lucian, by grabbing him. The Vampire, simply, jabbed his rapier forward and put the point of the blade, through the fool’s throat. The bandit gargled, choking on his own blood as he fell backwards, hitting the floor with a thud.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Leader crawled away, putting as much distance between him and Lucian as possible. Lucian knew that he had won, holstering his sword and walking over to the trembling nord.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Vampire’s heart was beating heavily as the killer within began to stur, bubbling his way up to the surface as he awoke from his long slumber. His footsteps had ceased as his soul fought his lust for blood and the thirst that he couldn’t quell, as the desire to kill overwhelmed him. After ten years, he would break free of this torturous sobriety and he would soon embrace the blessing that he craved.

<p class="MsoNormal">The sweet nectar of life…

<p class="MsoNormal">Blood!

<p class="MsoNormal">He no longer saw a person in front of him, it was a container, that carried the blood around and kept it fresh, until his was slaughtered and drained. Lucian could see every vein in his neck, arms and face, he knew which one would produce   most nectar.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why are you lookin’ at me like ‘at? You wanna fuck me or sumfink?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Lucian just grunted in response, was this a genuine question, or was this the nord’s crude idea of humour?

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, your phallus is of no interest to me…” Lucian replied in monotone as he approached, his annoyance had been smothered, along with the rest of his humanity.

<p class="MsoNormal">His palms were sweating, he could still feel his humanity being choked by his lust for blood.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Look, you can ‘ave me coin purse!” The nord spluttered, holding his insultingly light coin purse, containing pittance as a peace offering.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, I know what I want from you…” Lucian’s eyes began to glow orange as his fangs began to emerge from under his lips as he stepped forward, ready for the kill.

<p class="MsoNormal">As his foot touched the ground, in front of his, soon to be, victim, the Vampire felt a sharp sting on the back of his neck, along with a ‘clang.’

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">The assailant keeled over and fell to the floor, face first, with a thud and a terrified looking dark elf girl stood over him, clutching her shield as her knees trembled, due to the pressure of the adrenaline.

<p class="MsoNormal">Nepht trembled, her knees, hands and lower jaw trembled under the pressure of it all and her teeth began to chatter with nerves. She wasn’t the only one, who was afraid as the nord showed similar signs of fear.

<p class="MsoNormal">They stood, staring at each other for a brief moment; the atmosphere was still being controlled by the unconscious vampire, who still managed to fill them with unease as he ‘slumbered.’

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you hurt?” The dunmer finally asked, earning herself a strange look.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yeah… I’m fine.” He stammered in response. “Well, a bit…” He pointed to his scratches “but it’s just a scratch.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Nepht smiled in relief, ignoring what the injured nord had said. She had done her good deed of the day and she could rest easy that night…

<p class="MsoNormal">Well… she could if she hadn’t just angered a crazy person. What could she do with him now? Killing him was out of the question but there wasn’t anything else she could do with him…

<p class="MsoNormal">Nepht glanced around, trying to find a solution as the nord just sat still, silent as he was still in shock…