Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140617212149/@comment-3293219-20140618140132

Jaryl slowly trundled along the road, dragging his feet along as he shambled on the road to the Imperial City or Chorrol or Cheydinhal or anywhere really. It wasn't a long road, infact, it was possibly the shortest, with the exception of Chorrol perhaps but still, it had taken him an hour to reach the crossroads, leading to the Orange Road.

He had no intentions of going that way, his goal resided in the Heartlands, Aratius' fortress, a giant construction that was built to stroke Aratius' pulsating ego. His 'sanctuary,' where he can spend his afternoons fondling himself as he thought of killing off his own family members...

The Bosmer sighed and shook his head, he needed to stay focussed, it was bad enough that he hadn't slept overnight and he couldn't get ambushed by a wolf or a bear or something. He had to keep his senses tuned, eyes peeled, ears focussed to listen out for traps or ambushes. He couldn't rule out the possibility that Aratius may come for him next, which would save him a lot of trouble tracking old perverted fucker down but he'd prefer to get some rest first.

As Jaryl glanced up, snapping out of his trance, which had been brought on by a lack of sleep. He could hear something, the shaking of equipment, the pounding of his boots against the ground as it got louder and louder, rustling in the bushes beside him. The Bosmer drew his blade and pointed it at the man as he appeared from the bushes, a Khajiit, who just glared at him.

"Your money or your life!"

Jaryl raised an eyebrow as if he was speaking in Dovah, he couldn't help but smirk.

"You fuckin' serious?"

"What do you think asshole!? Give me your money, that sword and that coat and I'll let you leave!"

"I got a counter offer..." Jaryl said, slightly lowering his sword as he approached him, looking forward to pissing him off enough that he'd attack and give him the excuse to kill him.

"Fuck off."

The Khajiit rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he drew his dagger from the sheath on his belt.

"Think that I haven't heard that one before?" He hissed, holding the knives and getting into his stance as Jaryl pulled back, bringing his sword up a little and moving his feet, almost dancing on the spot.

"Don't worry, you ain't gonna' hear it again!" Jaryl snapped, plunging his sword forward, unexpectedly and bringing it up, through the Khajiit's chin. He smiled as his head flew back and the blood slowly began to run down the thin, needle-like blade as the cat began to shake. He fell to his knees, gagging and gasping for breath before keeling over and falling on his face, lying face down in a pool of his own blood.

The Bosmer spun around and immediately dealt with his partners, who were hiding in the opposite bushes. One of them swung his sword horizontally, prompting Jaryl to step back before plunging his sword forward, just under the bandit's ribcage. He could swear that he felt the blade drag along the bone as he ran the Nord through. He pulled the blade out and grinned as he spun to the floor, looking up to see a Breton, wielding a crossbow, which was pointed right at him. Jaryl took two steps towards her before she fired it and shot him in the shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain and stumble back, falling to the floor.

He clenched his fist and punched the ground, kicking up a lot of dust as he heard the Breton girl approach him, drawing a knife and kneeling down ontop of him, bringing the knife to his neck.

"Ya can't do shit now, can ya?" She seethed, pressing the tip of the blade against his neck and slowly dragging it along. Jaryl cried out, suddenly reminded of how Isis died... He felt his hands tremble in fear and rage as he bent his hand back and drew his hidden blade, bringing it upwards and ramming it into the girl's stomach. She cried out and fell forward, dropping her knife and letting it roll down the Bosmer's neck and onto the ground beside him as she sat up, clutching the wound with her hands and bringing her bloody fingers to her face.

"Y-You... St-St-Stabbed m-urgh!" She squawked as the hidden blade pierced her chest and pierced her heart. Her eyes rolled over as her face relaxed, gently groaning as her lifeforce left her body and she keeled over the to the side. She rolled onto her back, exhaling for the last time as he eyes glazed over, forever staring into the void of death.

Jaryl panted heavily, slowly getting up and rubbing his neck, which stung like hell at this point. He pulled his hand away and took at look at some of the blood, wincing at it.

"Son of a-" Before he could finish, he felt a fery sharp sting on the back of his head, which shook him up and caused him to fall to the floor. Everything was black...