Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-5543592-20141022024957

"Why can't we let him out?" Asked the first guard, leaning in to look at Daithi's dejected face.

"Because last time we saw him he broke seven of your ribs and knocked three of your teeth out.  Remember, at Woodhearth two monthes ago." The second guard looked bored, playing with his mace, swinging it about.

"Yeah, but that was then.  Now look at him.  He's hardly the elf he was then."

The second guard looked up briefly, but ultimately sided and relented. "It's your neck."

"Yes." The guard loosen Daithi's wrist straps. "It'll be quick I'll knock him about for a couple seconds, and then tie him back up."

"Whatever." The mace-wielding guard was uninterested now. He had complete faith in Larethour's claim that he had, "throughly demoralized Daithi." The first guard had even more faithi.

He unleashed the second strap, and had his hand on his sword handle. He expected Daithi to attack. The king didn't even flinch.

"See?  The guy's mental." The guard grabbed Daithi by the front of his leather shirt and pulled him from the throne. Daithi fell to the ground on his hands and knees.

"Revenge is sweet." Hummed the guard. He drew his sword, ready to pummel Daithi with the pommel.

Daithi kicked out behind into the guard's crotch. The Altmer doubled over.

The second guard stood up and ran over. "I told-"  Daithi cut him off by launnching himself into the guard. Daithi stradled the elf's chest and began relentlessly beating his face with closed fists. Daithi roared in rage, taking all the anger, despair, and sorrow he had felt through out the previous night. The second guard charged up behind Daithi, swing his sword at the king's head. Daithi ducked, giving his current victim a headbutt into unconsiousness. He rolled to the side and swept the remaining guard off his feet. The elf collasped to the ground. Daithi jumped to his feet, grabbed the guard by the collar, and dragged him to the throne. He began relentlessly beating the guards head against the arm rest. It seemed to go on for hours, only stopping when the guard's face was bruised, bloody, and had a much flatter nose.

Daithi was breathing heavily, gave the guard one final smash, before exitting the throne room. The Thalmor of Falinesti were about to feel his wrath. They'd managed to royally piss Daithi off.