Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140404170938/@comment-3293219-20140405230802

Set heard the rustling of bushes up ahead, squinted at the sight of it and placed the children on the floor, drawing his sword.

He was expecting wildlife as he hadn't seen any yet, which was a bit confusing, to say the least. Cyrodiil's wilderness was teeming with it but here...

Nothing...

Usually that meant one of two things, either it was difficult to survive out here or someone or something had been trimming the population of beasts down.

To his surprise, the 'creature' in the bushes was a breton, in fur armour. He almost jumped out of his skin, when he saw Set but quickly regained his composure.

"Alright, drop the sword and I won't gut the littl'uns!" He grunted, drawing and raising a crossbow.

Set glared at him as if he was challenging him.

"You deaf?"

"No... I'm just not good at following orders..."

"Well, I'll have to teach you then..." The Breton raised his crossbow, though Set was defiant as ever, his recent experiences had caused his confidence to falter. Last time...

It's not the same thing...

''This is just one son of a bitch bandit! I could take care of him, even without weapons!''

"Drop. The. Sword!"

Set glanced around, wondering what he should do...

"Okay..." He muttered, almost as emotionless as he was this morning.

"What?"

"Here..." Set whispered, sheathing the sword and holding it up, as his eyes began to glisten and tears built up in them.

"Ha, you aren't as 'ard as you look!" The Bandit mocked, lowering his crossbow to take the blade from him. The Bosmer let him have it before he lunged forward and brought him to the ground, letting his rage take over.

He'd be damned if he'd let some piece of shit, low life, stick up boy hurt these children as they were all he had left of his only friend. He tackled him to the floor, causing him to stumble back and fall in front of a tree as he brought him to the floor.

Fortunately, the infants couldn't see the struggle as Set's back blocked it and they couldn't turn their heads anyway as they were too young to have any control over them. They just lay there, oblivious to the bandit's terrible fate...

Set stood up, pulling his hands away from his face, which were now covered in blood, which was still dripping from the man's eyelids. He panted, heavily and turned back to the children, wiping his bloody hands on his shirt to try and minimise the mound that he had on them.

The Bosmer knelt down in front of them, gasping in relief as he picked them up and took them under his arms.

"It's going to be okay..." He whispered, too distracted to see the second bandit, a nord, with a large axe, come up behind him and bash him over the head. The Bosmer's head jerked forward and he keeled over onto his side, the nord stood over them, his axe still in his hands as he looked down on the infants as his comrades appeared from behind him.

"Take them back to camp...

He will want to see this..."

(Sorry for errors but I had to be swift!)