Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140708165409/@comment-3293219-20140709202811

The City of Falkreath continued as normal, the usual cold, gloomy atmosphere was well preserved, despite the ongoing war between Telemachus and the rest of the world. The townsfolk stepped out of their homes, carrying vegetables on their carts as they ploughed it through the murky streets, ready to store it for market day.

Two of the guards stood on the wall, assigned to watch the road ahead of them. On most days, this was like Guard hell and the biggest challenge was not falling asleep. No one would raid Falkreath, it was so dull and boring that nobody, not even bandits would want it; it was more of a place where you’d send your enemies, if you wanted them to suffer…

But today was different; the first thing that was noticeable was the intense fog, the fog that clouded the road and half of the town. This wasn’t incredibly unusual in the winter months but considering that there were no seasons, thanks to Telemachus, the fog brought some discontent to the town as it acted as a major inconvenience. The guards couldn’t see beyond a couple of feet out of the town, not that they cared as they didn’t care about anything beyond the 6ft radius…

However, something got their attention, a small dark figure emerged from the fog, doubling over and panting heavily as he frantically looked over his shoulder, like he was being chased. The guards felt uneasy about this, so they decided to draw their weapons and descend to the road, slowly stepping outside to investigate what had spooked the man.

As they got closer, they saw that the man was a Breton, an incredibly pale Breton with slicked back blonde hair. He was still doubled over, panting heavily, looking like he was going to collapse at any moment…

“Hey, hey Breton!” One of the guards snapped, taking it upon himself to be the ambassador here but coming across as a child, approaching a rabid dog on a dare. He drew his sword and stepped a little closer to him, not liking this set up as his comrades looked around, looking for any sign of his pursuers. Of course, it was so damn foggy, that nobody could see beyond six ft, which was incredibly nerve wrecking for the three guards.

The Breton said nothing, continuing to stare at his feet and shaking his head, like he was about to have some sort of fit or like he was insane and about to go into meltdown. The guard continued to approach him, stopping every few seconds to look back at his comrades, who were being absorbed by the fog…

“Hey… Breton? Is everything… alright…?” The Guard’s speech slurred a little towards the end as he got closer and the Breton looked up at him, staring at him with his big, white, pupil and irisless eyes…

The Guard immediately stumbled back gasping a little as he did so, almost falling to the floor.

“B-By the G-Gods…”

He was cut off when he heard a terrified scream, along with the sounds of swords slashing through flesh and two bodies hitting the floor, the guard continued to stare ahead, his mouth agape as he continued to stare in terror, listening out for any clue as to what murdered them before he slowly looked back to the Breton, who had been slowly advancing on him the entire time.

His shrieks could be heard for just a second before the Fallen threw himself at the Nord, silencing him with a harsh snap as his neck was broken and he fell to the floor.

-

Thus began to invasion of Falkreath as Fallen poured into the town and took its people by surprise, cutting them down and increasing their numbers. Everyone was chased down and slaughtered in the streets as Set’s army found themselves desperately trying to increase their own numbers and hold down a viable fort.

The invasion must have been less than an hour long before all significant resistance had been trampled under the might of Set’s army. Due to the almost inhibited emotions of the Fallen, Set himself didn’t even flinch when he watched the families get chased and cut down like animals in the street, stepping in puddles of blood, which splashed up his shin guards, glad that Julie and Lilith weren’t here to see this…

The Bosmer didn’t stop until he reached the Jarl’s longhouse, drawing both of his blades from his tasset before stopping just short of the door. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at it, practically seething at it as he raised his leg and booted the door open, allowing it to fly back and give everyone inside a start as he forced his way inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">The only people who were inside was the Jarl and two of his servants, who were tending to him, the Jarl was an old man, who had no desire to flee for his life as he most likely only had a few years left to live and he had no intentions of spending them as a refugee or at best an old man living in squalor…

<p class="MsoNormal">Set didn’t even speak to the Old Nord; he had nothing to say to the weak, feeble old man… He was just an obstacle, sitting in his chair…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer just continued to march through the longhouse, striding over to the Jarl’s throne and stopping just short of him, looming over him and letting the acid roll down his sword and drip off of the tip of his blade, slowly burning a hole through the carpet, which lead from his throne to the spit at the center of the room.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You… Wh-What are you?” The Jarl asked as his servants backed away, wanting to avoid the mad knight as they felt the corruption just leaking off of him, it made their skin crawl more and more by the second and it grew more intense as Set stared hatefully at the Old Nord, building up the courage to cut him down.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re about to find out…” Set seethed before driving his sword of pestilence through his chest, the screams of his servants echoed throughout the longhouse and could be heard at the center of town...

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer had had his hold over Falkreath for the best part of a week now, during which Julie had slipped in and out of consciousness…

<p class="MsoNormal">Set had spent that time securing his new home, ensuring that it was strong and well fortified, worthy of protecting Julie…

<p class="MsoNormal">And his unborn child…