Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-3293219-20140602172630

(Sorry, just figured that something exciting should happen. :P)

Kaizen was gone for several hours as he explored Bruma, which had changed a great deal since his day. An industrialised town, full of everything he despised as opposed to the quiet mountain resort that he once enjoyed. If he was a man of sentient, he would feel some nostalgia for the old Bruma but wasn't and the town could be absorbed into Oblivion for all he cared or tunnel back into the rectum of the giant or dragon that had excreted in a ditch and created its foundations.

He visited the Hero of Kvatch's statue, seeing that it was now just a pair of legs and a torso, the arms, head and possible tail had long since rotted off, making it a complete mystery as to who the Hero of Kvatch was. Well, a complete mystery to those who were born in this age, Kaizen remembered it well...

Some wanted to restore the statue and others wanted it gone, rumours that the Hero had become a Daedric Prince made them less favourable to the people of Cyrodiil, compared to the Neravine of Morrowind, who was like a deity in comparison. As a result, the statue was left in limbo, waiting for the atmosphere to finish it off and end the debate once and for all, with a giant snow storm.

Kaizen pocketed some potions and left the city behind him, he wasn't above stealing, when he had to as desperate times called for desperate measures. The Argonian wandered the cold outskirts of the city, looking up as snow fell from the sky and landed on his nose and shoulders, clinging to his coat and dissolving on his warm body. He kept his gaze fixed on the sky, suddenly growing home sick as he began to wonder if any of the people that he left behind ever looked up to the moon and stars, knowing that they could have been, it was like looking at them, from really far away, like they were stood on the moon and their eyes were meeting from a distance.

He sighed and shook his head, perhaps Vira was right, he was getting sentimental...

The Argonian stopped as he heard something snap, a twig or some foliage, broke under the boots of his stalker. He spun around to get a look at his pursuer, to come face to face with a man in a leather suit, they wore a hood, with some sort of telescopic device strapped to their head.

Whoever this person was, they weren't in the mood to talk, they drew a knife and lunged forward and swung it rapidly, forcing Kaizen to shuffle back. The Black Argonian grabbed his mace and hand axe, using the latter to block the assassin's attacks and the former to swing his own counter attack at his opponent.

He smashed the mace forward, causing the assassin to stumble back and giving Kaizen the space to drive his axe through their head. As he brought the weapon down, something unexpected happened. Before the weapon could connect, the assassin vanished, leaving nothing behind but a cloud of black smoke...

What the...

Kaizen cried out as he felt a powerful kick, knock him in the back, sending him to the floor. He groaned in both pain and rage as he scrambled to his feet, feeling the assassin looming over him.

The Black Argonian got up and immediately turned around, to meet the Assassin's boot as it roundhouse kicked him across the jaw, sending him spinning back to the floor. He hit the floor with a thud, growing more and more frustrated as the assassin approached him again, presumably to boot him in the face a third time.

This time, Kaizen rolled over, despite the fact that it hurt like hell and got up a little further away. He swung his mace, at full pelt, and knocked the assassin off balance as they had their dagger raised, ready to strike down. The mace hit the assassin on the shoulder, causing her to cry out as she felt the bone fracture, prompting her to drop her weapon.

Kaizen marched over to the assassin as she stumbled over to the wall, stopping herself from falling over by placing her good hand firmly against its stone surface. The Black Argonian didn't give her the chance to recover, as soon as she regained her balance, she felt his large scaly hand grab hold of the back of her head before ramming it against the wall. The telescopic lens, on her mask, crushed up against the wall and the eyepieces was driven through the assassin's eye, burying it deep inside her eye socket, along with the thinner end of the scope. The Assassin didn't have much time to react before Kaizen drove his hand axe through her skull, eliminating the threat...

-

The Black Argonian had searched the pockets, like any good assassin she had no connections to her employer on her body. But she did have the note, with the contract on it...

Find the Black Argonian.

Bring him back Alive.

- S

Kaizen didn't know who 'S' was but he assumed that they played a similar role to himself...

There was one thing of note, the emblem at the top of the page, though he didn't recognise it as Dark Brotherhood or Morag Tong, the only two organisations that had assassins like these.

He looked back over to the body, pocketing the note as he began to approach it; he grabbed hold of it and slung the dead Breton over his shoulder.

"Send an army next time..." He wheezed as he carried her along, he still felt weak from his ordeal and that attack was not helping him recover.

''It probably won't improve your chances... But I'd appreciate the effort a little more...''

Kaizen went back to Vira’s base.