Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140202001442

Kaizen stepped out of his room; he had only been there for a few hours, observing his 'brothers' and 'sisters.'

If he was related to any of these people, by blood, he'd take his own life...

They lacked any sort of honour, just your average cutthroat assassins who were fortunate enough to drunkenly stumble upon a Dark Brotherhood sanctuary.

They had no respect for the five tenets, the Nightmother or even Sithis... Most of them shrugged at the names or provided answers that most dedicated adolescents would laugh at, if they weren't so disgusted. His father in the void was being insulted, his mother's coffin was being desecrated, every second that these fools wore the uniform and trespassed on Dark Brotherhood property the name was devalued.

They had to go.

Kaizen marched down the corridor, picking up an iron mace and a (one handed) war axe from the weapon's rack as he approached them. They congregated around the main hall to celebrate another tale of mediocrity.

The khajit was the first to notice him, seeing that he was holding a mace and an axe...

"Woah, brother? I don't know how you did things in the second era or whatever but we don't carry weapons openly down here, okay?"

Kaizen just stared at him, murderous rage building up in his eyes.

"What's up?" The nord woman asked, pushing her way to the front.

Kaizen glared into her eyes...

"A lot..." He said, his voice shaking with rage.

He looked away, composing himself for what was about to come.

"I want you all out of my house." He began, gesturing towards the well with the hand axe. "Leave your weapons and clothes on the table and go, your lives will be spared."

The group looked at each other, believing that he was truly mad. "Is this your idea of a joke?"

"This sanctuary? Yes, this is what I'd call a joke..."

Everyone backed away and drew their weapons, knowing that the argonian could lash out at any moment. None of them took up his offer of leaving, they took their chances by defying him.

He preferred it this way.

Kaizen chuckled slightly and shrugged...

"Very well..." He quickly snapped and swung his mace, striking the nord woman around the head, breaking her neck and killing her in one strike. He then lunged forward and massacring the others, painting the walls of the sanctuary with their blood.

He continued to chop at their bodies for some time, long after they were dead. Flesh, blood, hair, brain and tendons clung to his axe and mace. He looked over the mangled corpses as he panted heavily, regaining his breath and stamina...

Okay… now I have to dispose of the bodies…

