Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140617212149/@comment-25053842-20140618145032

Stryder chuckled lightly as he stood atop a table in an unnamed bar, "So...who here wants to join the Sixth House?" ,he showed the Insect inscribed on his arm to the guards as they approached him.

"Shut up you drunkard." ,one of the guards said before grabbing Stryder's wrist.

"House Dagoth, on me." ,he said as around twenty well armed and armored mercenaries stood and pulled their blades.

"What the..." ,the female of the three guards said before she was grabbed and pushed against the wall.

The two male guards were cut down, not by the mercenary but by the old Dunmer himself.

The man who grabbed the girl looked back to him, "And the bitch?"

"Have your fun." ,he chuckled as the Mercenary proceeded to rape the girl and then slit her throat and rip open her stomach with his blade.

"Was that really necessary?" ,Stryder smiled at him.

"Ah...all but a view of what House Dagoth does TO THOSE WHO OPPOSE!" ,he yelled and the other mercenaries in the Tavern gave an oath of loyalty to House Dagoth, out of fear of losing their lives.

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She saw something, or someone, in the distance. She had found the road but was lost. "I-I..." ,she tried remembering. Remembering what...? That was the case, she didn't know what she wanted to remember.