Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140330115358/@comment-3293219-20140413202204

Six weeks earlier
Pilerius pushed through the streets of Bruma, accompanied by a plump noble Nord, who franticly followed him. Hunching over and shivering as he looked over his shoulder, shivering on the spot.

As a Nord, he was unaffected by the cold weather in the mountain city, so it was obvious that he was afraid and he had good reason to be. His pursuer was a dangerous Dark Brotherhood Assassin, an assassin who was so dedicated to his demise, that he would follow the Nord to the edge of the world and perish, so long as it meant that he was successful in his goal of ending the Noble's life.

Pilerius' job was to escort the noble across the city, a job that would normally be assigned to six men but due to his background and skill as a warrior, the noble was more than willing to trust Pilerius' judgement and so, they went out alone.

The Nord's name was Troels Mikkelsen, a wealthy trader from Skyrim, who had retired to the Cyrodiilic city of Bruma a few years ago. He planned to grow old, fat and live the rest of his days in his warm house, by a nice warm fire and live the simple life to make up for all the years of rushed pace, early mornings and stress.

However, fate had other plans and fate always got its way.

Troels was a ruthless businessman, back in the day, and he didn't get rich from his trading alone. He made his riches through buying failing businesses and dissolving their assets, leaving a lot of wrecked lives in his wake and it was this that caused his downfall, as one of the business owners was drowned in an avalanche of debt and his son was left to save the family business, as well as bringing up his sisters and sick mother.

The son stewed in his own hatred for Troels and prayed to the Night Mother, to bring him the justice that the Nine Divines had refused him, for all of these years and so Troel's days were numbered...

This was of no concern to Pilerius, who had dealt with all sorts of enemies before and a few assassins in tight leather outfits were of no concern to him. He walked proudly and at the ready, outfitted with a set of ebony armour and weapons. He kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, taking a tight grip of it, in case he was jumped by the enemy.

"Argonian?" Troels asked, timidly moving up to him. It had occurred to him, that they had turned right, instead of left, heading past the residence of his Khajiit neighbour, who he hadn't seen for a while...

Pilerius just glared at him, his eye slid until his gaze met the Noble’s and he just continued to stare him down.

"What?" He finally asked, as Troels wasn't going to ask his question on his own.

"I-I-I was j-j-j-just wondering, why we're walking away from the g-g-g-gates! Wasn't our objective to get out of Bruma?"

"It is, but not through that gate. The assassins will be expecting us, if we went through there. We'll go out of the front gate, past the tavern..." The Argonian informed him, keeping his eyes fixed on the path ahead.

"Okay, right you are then." The Nord just backed away, he knew what Pilerius was capable of but he was trustworthy, a noble warrior with a reputation of always achieving successes, at any cost. If you were on the right side of Pilerius, you were safe and if not...

Troels noticed that he was falling behind as Pilerius seemed to have pressed on without him; he turned left and entered a dark alleyway, keeping off of the streets to avoid detection from the assassins.

The two of them picked up the pace as the alleyway was a place ripe for assassination or muggings or any type of thief or cut throat really.

The shadows themselves were traitorous...

Troels looked up to see a silhouetted figure leap over his head, from rooftop to rooftop. It wasn't his imagination as he head the tiles move on impact and even Pilerius froze on the spot.

"Oh Gods... They've found us!" The Nord whined, instantly getting a 'shush' from his Argonian body guard.

The assassin jumped from the rooftops above them and landed behind them, it landed elegantly, in a pose. The two of them noted the shape of its body, it was obvious that the assassin was female, though she kept her hood up to hide her face. She drew her bow and trained an arrow on Troels, just as he turned to face her.

"A-Argo-"

The Assassin was quick and fired before he could finish but Pilerius was quick to and blocked it with his shield. He stood with his gaze fixed on the assassin, meeting her bruised eyes as they stood, ready to fight for the death over the life of a nobleman, who they both despised.

Troels was too startled to say or do anything, so he just stood there, panting heavily as he watched the faceoff. He didn't dare move, in case it set either of them off, like he was a dog owner at the park, caught between a territorial.

Pilerius drew his sword and stepped forward, swinging at the Assassin, who jumped back and fired her shot. The arrow flew past Pilerius and landed in Troel's throat, causing him to start gagging and gargling as he found himself choking on his own blood. The Nord keeled over and spasmed on the floor, his movements became less frequent and less violent as he was slowly embraced by the void.

Pilerius looked back at the assassin, rage in his eyes. He grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, holding his sword to his enemy's throat. Her hood rolled off and landed on her shoulders, revealing herself as a Breton woman, with dark rings around her eyes and black, scruffy hair.

They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and the flames of their hatred died down to the flickering embers of rivalry as their breathing grew heavy. Pilerius lunged forward, lowering his sword, kissing her lips as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Such a wonderful kill Listener!" She gasped as they pulled away from each other and looked over the Nord's body.

"Aye, 'twas." Pilerius agreed, stepping back to give her some space.

"I'm amazed that they didn't notice the infiltration." Pilerius muttered, being critical of himself as always.

"Ah but you are ever so cunning listener, an excellent liar and master of disguise! There was no way in the void that they could have seen you coming!"

Pilerius shrugged as he looked down on the target's body, he wasn't one for compliments and often downplayed them. He never sought to let his position of listener go to his head.

"Listener?" The Breton woman asked, grabbing his shoulder and turning him to face her.

"Should we get out of here?"

Pilerius took one last look at Troels, glad that he would never have to see his repulsive face again. He turned back to her and nodded, taking her hand and walking away, leaving the old coot to rot.

