Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-3293219-20140201212702

Kaizen made his way around the corner, carefully keeping himself in the shadows to hide in plain sight. He followed Rolff through the grey quarters and observed him yelling racial slurs to the dunmer, who lived there, waking them and frightening them. Kaizen continued to follow him, slipping behind pillars and walls to conceal himself from his target. Though it wasn't normally the case, that he enjoyed killing people, this one was going to be good...

I love killing people who deserve to die...

He followed the nord as he did a full tour of the city, inflicting his idiotic, racist opinions on anyone who was unfortunate to cross his path. He was like a one man plague... Kaizen wanted to drown his voice out but he had to listen, in case he said something important. It was unlikely; near impossible in fact but there was always a chance...

Eventually the nord arrived at the blacksmith's forge; he had quietened down since he was no longer in the 'grey quarter,' as Kaizen heard it was called. The argonian bent down, picking up one of the blacksmith's heavy iron tools, that would make a great murder weapon. He then, walked over to Stone-hand.

His hands were sweating; his heart was beating out his chest...

After so long, he would feel the thrill of the kill...

He knew that this work area was the perfect place, no lights were on inside the houses and he could, possibly, make it look like an accident. Kaizen picked up the pace and whispered to the nord, drawing his attention.

"Hey!"

Rolff turned around, slightly amused that some, dumb, scaleback had challenged him. "Oh, its you! Are you still upset about earlier? Come to teach me a lesson have you?"

You're beyond an education...

Kaizen stopped in the nord's face, staring into his eyes. The nord hid any signs of intimidation and smiled at him.

"Run along now... we both know that you haven't got the courage to hurt me. You scalebacks are spineless; you barely have the guts to eat your own young."

Kaizen had heard enough of his bullshit; he struck the nord, as hard as he could, with the blacksmith's hammer. Causing him to cry and fall over onto the forge, his arm landed in the searing hot fires that flickered within, charring his hand. He pulled himself up, still facing the forge with his back to the argonian as he looked at the charred mess that used to be his hand...

Fortunately for Kaizen, Rolff was in too much pain to call out, he gasped as his teeth chattered as he went into shock. Kaizen decided to end it, he stepped forward, grabbing Rolff by the back of the head and forcing his face into the pit. Rolff tried to resist, firmly placing both hands on the side of the forge to keep his head elevated but his left arm was too badly hurt and his right arm wasn't strong enough to hold them both up for long.

Kaizen grew tired of the nord's pathetic attempt to preserve his unjust existence, he had no right to live, it was a sin for him to be alive... Kaizen stomped on the back of Rolff's right leg, there was a sickening crunch that brought him to his knees. Kaizen pulled the nord's head back and lunged it forward, once more into the fire pit, there was a loud sizzle that drowned out the nord's screams as his face was slowly burnt away.

Kaizen kept the pressure on, until the cretin stopped moving and until the forge had burned right through the flesh, possibly reaching the bone.

The black argonian let him go, fleeing the scene, before Rolff hit the floor...

