Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-3293219-20140907160226

Jorthar sat at his desk, scrawling away with his quill as he made his plans, not for Azarath, he'd already come up with something for him, depending on what intel he could get. No, this was for other plans, for the tasks that would follow this one...

"More tea?" An extremely gruff, yet monotone voice asked, prompting him to look up and see an orsimer bandit, holding a tea pot. The thing was emitting steam and was probably blistering his hands but due to the strength of the Altmer's mind control, the orc didn't seem to care.

Something that they both had in common...

"Erm... Yes but it had better be the right temperature this time."

The Orc bowed and nodded before walking away with the tea pot, leaving the Altmer to his work as his apprentice, a young Khajiit boy walked in the room, being careful not to bump into the brainwashed bandit as he left. He didn't like these mindless slaves of Jorthar's, they gave him the creeps but they were useful, that couldn't be denied. Still, he found it to be unethical, killing such men would be fine but taking away their souls? It just seemed too cruel...

It was like domesticating a wolf, you could do it but... maybe it would be better to kill the beast, let it keep it's pride. Of course, this isn't something that he would tell his master, not in a million yea-

"They're better off this way Ra-Jeed... They have purpose, at last."

Shoot, this is what happens when your Master is a Psymancer, a bender of wills. Some people called them Mindbenders, those who were ill informed called them 'telepaths.' Telepaths were a completely different school of magic, well, they were a school of magic and that was the problem. Psymancers used a power, granted to them after years of dedication, it's not something that could be learned as a form of magic but talent, passed on by those in the know.

Ra-Jeed wanted to become such a mage one day, so that he could be a proud, respected and even feared mage, like his master.

"M-Master, I told you that I don't like you reading my thoughts..." He muttered, it obviously didn't come easy but it was one of the few things that they agreed on.

"Well, don't think so loud..."

"How can I think quietly!?" The Khajiit asked, his raised tone came from despair more than anger but he still shrank as he realised what he had done, it was unwise to piss off a Thalmor agent, especially one that could turn your into a mindless slave.

Jorthar looked up, a disappointed look on his face, which made Ra-Jeed's heart sink a little as he saw it; he didn't like to disappoint his superiors.

"Apply yourself..." Was all he would say before going back to his work, going back to scrawling on his forms, he had stayed in worse places as a recruit but Fort Greenwall wasn't exactly his office, back in the Summerset isles. By the eight, what a glorious place that was, a land so grand that not even the Imperial City could compare to it, it was...

Perfect...

This place was like the opposite of perfect, every last detail offended him, the dark dank dungeon like atmosphere made him feel eerie now but he didn't think that it would've been any different new, the primitive brick work and the basic, scratched, presumably stolen furniture.

If it wasn't a waste of time and a futile effort, Jorthar would be tempted to burn this forsaken place, with it's former inhabitants inside but he needed it, for now and he knew that he would probably just leave it to rot, once he was done.

The Orsimer came back and handed him a cup and saucer, which he had brought himself, to avoid drinking from those vile goblets that the bandits probably use as toilets the rest of the time. The Altmer immediately wrapped his finger around the small handle and lifted the cup up to his lips, taking a slight sip before licking his lips and a frowning.

"Idiot..."

The Orc then fell to the floor, jerking as his body went into spasms as his own brain turned against him, activating as many pain nerves as possible as Jorthar sabotaged his brain. Within seconds, the orc lost all of his senses and within twenty seconds, he drew his final breath and expired on the floor, in front of his Master's desk.

Ra-Jeed had seen this before, so it didn't bother him, his Master had little tolerance for failure, even among his mindless minions. Still, the thing that bothered Ra-Jeed the most was the fact that, despite the slight crease in his brow? It didn't seem to bother the Altmer in the slightest, it took no effort to make every synapse go haywire and attack the body, something that made the young Khajiit shiver.

Still, he wouldn't say anything; it wasn't wise to anger Jorthar with such 'trivialities' as he might do something to Ra-Jeed, to put him in his place.

"So, what did you wish to talk about Khajiit?" The Thalmor asked, not bothering to look up as he got to work on his dossiers, making Ra-Jeed feel a little awkward as he felt like a spare part, just stood around, ill informed.

"I... Was wondering what the plan of action was, how are we going to take down Azarath?"

Jorthar paused, it was actually a fair question to ask, they were dealing with a dangerous fugitive after all...

"Well, I was hoping that you could do some recon, you don't wear our robes, so the locals won't find you suspicious. If you see the Dunmer, listen to his thoughts and... Well, see what you can find out about him, find out his weaknesses, strengths. He might have something of value that we can take, something to lure him out and then we can kill him and be on the next ferry back to the Summerset isles."

Ra-Jeed simply nodded, it sounded like a good plan and he was at least involved this time, instead of sitting on the sidelines, even if it was work that his Master obviously found tedious. Still, Ra-Jeed was able to make himself useful and that's what was important and it was an important task, a necessary step to defeating this evil once and for all. Ra-Jeed knew that Jorthar wasn't a perfect man but this Goris fellow sounded like a violent brute, his crimes were unforgivable and the sooner he was gone, the better.

"Y-Yes, good idea sir but what about the girl?"

"What... Girl?" Jarthor asked, as if he had completely forgotten. In truth, he had remembered, he just wanted to pretend that he had forgotten, to show that he truly didn't give a damn about the Breton teenage runaway.

"Mr Sans' daughter? What if I find her or her location?"

The Altmer stared, unblinkingly at his apprentice; he could see this Khajiit's potential but... Gods, his heart was just way too soft, he could never be a good Thalmor agent, hell; he couldn't even be a good guard.

"Forget about her, she isn't the objective, if you find her, tell her to go home."

"What if she's hurt?"

"Then leave her or put her out of her misery..."

"What!?" Ra-Jeed spluttered, his tail slowly curled around as shivers went up his spine and his fingers felt like bone.

"I couldn't..."

"Ra-Jeed... I see your potential, I might even respect you, if you weren't a khajiit and a sensitive fool to boot but if I see you, return to this fort, with that girl anywhere near you? My archers will shoot you both dead...

Do you... comprehend?"

Ra-Jeed felt his skin crawl as he quickly glanced away, finding himself feeling uncomfortable and a little sick, he could feel his skin going cold and pale, more so than usual and his hands trembled a little.

"Y-Yes... Understood, Master..."

"Good." The Justiciar replied, somewhat chipper as he went back to his work, a small, unsettling smile on his lips as he began to scrawl, leaving Ra-Jeed to his duties.

The Khajiit, left with no farewell or advice or... anything was forced to turn around and leave, hopefully he'd be able to get this done by sundown. He prayed that he didn't see the girl, although, he didn't say that he couldn't help her, if he wanted to...

"Ra-Jeed?"

''Shit... Thought too loud again!''

The Khajiit shuddered, shrinking as his shoulders were brought up and he slowly turned to face his master, knowing full well that what came next wasn't going to be pretty...

"Yes?"

"Don't forget to stock up your canteen, wouldn't want you getting sick on the road." The Altmer replied, showing one of few instances of compassion. Well, maybe not compassion, it was more likely a logical thing than an act of kindness but still...

"Erm... Yes, thank you Master." The Khajiit replied, nodding graciously before rushing out of the room, he couldn't get out of there fast enough.

